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kokoch4n3l · 9 months ago

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˗ˏˋ stay in my memories ࿐ྂ “‘cause it’s still on my clothes, everything that I own and it makes me feel like dying”

summary: It's been about 10 years since you last saw him. since any of you last saw him. but tonight as you're back from the after-party of Mitsuya's show you walked, Mikey shows up at your apartment. drunk.

notes: based on memories by conan grey. lowkey a self-insert lol. please read the warnings before you read !!

warnings: mentions of past violence, mentions of past sexual relations, toxic relationships, body image issues, oc is skinny!, mentioned/implied eating issues/disorders(ARFID), mentioned and talk of weight issues, alcohol use, weapons(guns), intoxication, Mikey being the bitchass ex that comes back when you're finally healed, insensitive!mikey, not edited

pairing: bonten!mikey x model!oc

word count: 2787

Her back hits the elevator wall as it moves up stories. It’d take a while for her to get to her floor. It was right underneath the penthouse after all. She worked hard for the money so she deserved to live in a nice place like a luxury high-rise building. The penthouse was unoccupied at the time she moved in and the owner had even given her the offer of it but it was huge. The place would go to waste as she lived alone, no longer rooming with Tachibana Hinata who had moved back in with her younger brother. She sighs and stares up the ceiling of the elevator and sighs tiredly. Her body ached but not as much as her feet did in the heels she was wearing. “Fuck” she mumbles and pulls them off her feet

She rolls her ankles as she stands back up straight, holding her heels in one hand. After an obnoxiously long elevator right, she finally reaches her apartment. Typing in the code, she enters and leaves her heels on the rack and locks the door. Her apartment is empty just like it should be. She had gotten used to being alone after middle school ended and everyone was too busy with their lives. It was middle school when Tokyo Manji Gang had disbanded and although she wasn’t a part of the gang(for very obvious reasons), it felt like the world was ending. But that wasn’t the end, a meteorite had crashed down on her when Sano ‘Mikey’ Manjiro cruelly broke her heart a week after the captains buried the time capsule. She never saw him again after that. She didn’t want to. She even declined Kawargi Senju’s request to join Brahman just so she didn’t have to see Mikey. She didn’t care that all of Mikey’s old friends were trying to bring him back or whatever that meant. It wasn’t her problem. Mikey broke her heart and very clearly stated he didn’t want anything to do with her so she wasn’t about to be hard to get rid of. “In today’s news, Japan’s most wanted gang, Bonten, has been—”

She tunes out the news and switches to another channel playing reruns of Naruto. She gets up and heads over to the large floor-to-ceiling windows and draws the curtains open, revealing the vast view of Tokyo in front of her. Another tired sigh leaves her. She’s still in that mini dress Mitsuya made for her for the after-party. Mitsuya held a fashion show for his new line. Many famous people attended and many famous people walked the runway, including her. It was about 5 years ago that Mitsuya had encouraged her to start modelling along with Hakkai. Now both of them were pretty famous. Her life was going pretty well. She had a steady stream of money coming in, multiple brand deals coming her way and she no longer felt like actual shit. So when Mitsuya asked her to be in his show she agreed right away. The show was a success and things were going really well till the end of the after-party when she overheard Mistuya talking to Draken about Mikey not having shown up. They invited Mikey.

Sano fucking Manjiro was a wanted criminal at a high-profile fashion show.

Not to mention that they didn’t even tell her that her ex was invited.

Sure it had been 10 years and even if she was over it, she’d rather not face him again. It was stupid to her that Mistuya had even wanted to invite Mikey especially since put them all in 2-3 day-long comas 9 years ago. But boys were stupid and they always forgave each other even after the biggest of problems. Her and Mikey’s past relationship was probably just a second thought so she didn’t blame him too much and got over it fast(but that didn’t mean she wasn’t pissed). She ended up leaving the after party a bit earlier which is how she ended up back at her apartment. It’s lonely but thankfully not cold. She should probably take her makeup off or maybe eat something but the kitchen seems to far and the view in front of her— even though she’s seen it a hundred times— was too pretty to look away from. She rests her forehead against the cold glass and sighs, her warm breath creating condensation on the glass.

BANG BANG BANG

She groans internally. Whoever was the door might as well be kicking it down with how loud and hard they’re knocking on it. She pushes herself off the glass and starts to walk toward her door, passing by the few frames of pictures from her childhood.

Pictures of Emma and Baji. Pictures of Mikey. It had taken her a while to get over him but it had been 10 years and it no longer hurt to look at the pictures. She hadn’t put up the ones with just him and her in them but the group ones instead. She looks through the peephole first and sees no one. She furrows her brows and without thinking opens the door. She takes a few steps back as someone stumbles in. She doesn’t see their face at first. She’s greeted with the strong scent of alcohol and a mop of white hair. “What the—”

Her door is slammed shut and the intruder looks up. Her heart stops. Well not really but it felt like it. There, barged into her apartment was Sano fucking Manjiro. “Hey baby”

Her heart drops. “Mikey…”

“Uh-huh, it’s me” He brushes past her and walks further into her apartment like he owned the place “Nice place”

She bites harshly at her bottom lip to stop herself from cursing this guy out(which she was going to do until she saw the gun tucked into the back of his pants). “What are you doing here?” She asks, hesitantly following behind him

Mikey heads over to her kitchen and opens her fridge, rummaging through it the same way he would when they were together all these years ago. She watches in silence but also looks around for her phone to either call the police or maybe Draken to come help. “Mistuya invited me to his show… Lost track of time and couldn’t make it” He says and pulls out a bottle of Korean alcohol, peach flavoured Soju

She runs her fingers through her hair. “And what does that have to do with me?” She asks as Mikey slams her fridge door shut and takes a seat on the tiled floor while she stands before him

He unscrews the metal cap and carelessly throws it at her the same way he would when they would go through her dad’s alcohol collection and secretly drink from it when they were together. “Since I missed the show, thought I’d come see the star” Mikey takes a swing and his eyes scan her up and down “Mistuya made that dress f’you, yeah?”

Her heart is beating fast and so hard it’s hurting her ribs. The dress was short. Longer from the back, covering her butt at least but shorter at the front, showing off her long legs as Mitsuya said. It hugged her form with the corset styled lacing at the back of the dress. “Yeah he did…”

There is a moment of silence between them. She needs him to leave. It was so stupid that Mikey was back. Even worse that this guy was cosplaying as Izana. His haired bleached platinum and cut short. He even had that stupid Hanafuda tattoo on the back of his neck. She feels angry but before she could say another, Mikey speaks first “you gained weight… You look good”

She instantly feels sick. “Shut up”

Mikey smirks as he takes a swing from the glass green coloured bottle. “Is that still a sore topic for you? I thought that now that you’re a model you—”

“Please just shut up” She pleads

She’d rather not hear this again. Not after so many years. She used to have a problem with eating. It’s not that she had an issue with how she looked or something like that, she had an issue with food in general. “You’ve got food in your fridge though. You’re eating well” Mikey murmurs, his hand reaching up to hold her thigh “not sickly skinn—”

“Mikey” She mutters clenching her fists “stop it”

Mikey just smiles and it infuriates her. How dare he come back after 10 years and do this? Say this? “Can you leave?”

“No”

“What do you mean, no?”

Mikey is still smiling like nothing is wrong. Through the dim lighting she sees his dark circles and unnecessarily pale skin. He looks like death. “Come sit”

He doesn’t give her much of a choice when he pulls her down. Her knees make contact with the tilted floor making a thud sound and she hisses in pain. Mikey puts the bottle of Soju down next to him and coos gently, putting his hands on her knees and rubs them to ease the sudden pain. “Sorry about that, got carried away” he murmurs, voice all sweet

Now that she’s this close she can smell the alcohol on his and his cologne. Her head spins as Mikey adjusts her position with ease, letting her legs drape over his lap. “You need to leave” She tells him, watching him pick up the Soju again and drink from it, keeping his free hand on her quickly bruising knees, rubbing them

“I don’t think so” Mikey says with a shrug “and it doesn’t look like you want me to leave”

She doesn’t think she’s ever met someone more delusional than him. “No. Actually I want you to leave. You baradged into my house. Get. Out”

“Is that how you treat all your ex-lovers?” Mikey questions, a playful smile on his lips “oh wait, last I heard little miss model has been single since we broke up. Don’t you wanna get back together? Don’t you miss me—”

“Nope”

“You answered pretty fast so I’m guessing that’s a yes”

She pulls her legs away from his lap and scoots back to create some distance between them. Mikey’s eyes darken as she moves away, looking a mixture of disappointed and some other emotion. “I need you to leave” She says more sternly this time

Mikey just takes another swing of the bottle, giving her the same look as he would when they were younger when he wasn’t in the mood to listen. He was a criminal. A ruthless gangleader who had the country under his boot but here he was drinking her soju on her kitchen floor acting the same way he did when he was 14. “Mikey—”

“Manjiro… You called me Manjiro” He cuts her off it makes her mad

“No, Mikey” She says, trying to make her voice as stern as possible

Mikey raises his brow. “No?” he repeats

“No.”

They both stare at each other for a moment. “Why not?” Mikey asks, his blunt nails taping against the glass of the now half empty bottle in his hand “It’s been 10 years, has anything really changed?”

His eyes are glossy red and pale cheeks a bit flushed. She surprised he isn’t drunk yet. Perhaps he built up his tolerence over the years. She shifts, sitting in a side saddle position on the floor so she didn’t put any more pressure on her still aching knees. “It’s been 10 years” She repeats narrowing her eyes at him “You can’t just come back out of nowhere and expect me to welcome you back with open arms… I’ve made something of myself. You can’t come back out of nowhere and ruin it for me”

She feels so angry. He wasn’t allowed to do this. “Please don’t ruin this for me”

Mikey doesn’t say anything for a moment. He’s just staring at her like he’s oblivious to what she’s saying, like he doesn’t understand what she means. Mikey just takes another gulp of the peach soju and her eye twitches. “You had to show up today to ruin things” She says with anger “I wanted to put you in the past ‘cause what you did traumtized me but you’re not letting me do that!”

Mikey is staring at her like a lost puppy, sipping at the soju like it’s water. “I’ve moved on but you’re back here sitting in my fucking kitchen not listening to a word I’m saying”

It was like talking to a damn wall. Mikey wasn’t listening and going off on a rant would just be her wasting her breath. “Drink” Mikey holds out the bottle to her

She’s angry. So fucking angry but the bottle was her own, bought with her own money when she went to Korea a week ago for a photoshoot so she takes it from him and takes a large gulp. It was bitter for some reason. She can taste cigarettes on the rim which was probably from Mikey and it pissed her off even more. Hours pass and it’s soon 1 am. “Mikey I can’t say goodbye if you stay here the whole night” She tells him

They’re still on her kitchen floor and now on their 3rd bottle. She watches Mikey about to light a cigarette but she slaps the stick out of his hand. “No smoking in my house” she hisses

Mikey frowns but shrugs, stuffing his lighter back into his pocket. “But I don’t wanna leave” he murmurs, reaching out to hold her waist, dragging her closer to him with ease across the tiled floor “I want you back”

Her now completely bruised knees make contact with his the side of his thigh and she puts her hands on his biceps in a poor attempt to either pull away or push back from him. Mikey squeezes her waist for a moment then slides his hands lower to her hips then her bare thighs, squeezing her there. “You know you were pretty when we were younger but you’re even prettier now” He says with a sigh “you look so pretty with the weight gain—”

She digs her nails into his clothed biceps. “I don’t want to talk about that”

Mikey cocks his head to the side. “But ‘m complimenting you”

“I don’t like these kinds of compliments”

“You’re a model” He murmurs, his hands sliding back up to her waist and squeezing again “you shouldn’t have become one if you didn’t like people talking about your body”

“No one talks about my body the way you do” She says with a frown “I don’t like how you do it”

Mikey chuckles lowly. The same condescending way when he dumped her 10 years ago. “That’s not a nice thing to say to the guy that’s trying to woo you back”

“You’re not being nice in the first place. You fucking bardged in” she digs her nails more into his clothed skin but he doesn’t flinch “I promise Mikey, the ending between us will always be the same. There’s no good reason in make believing that we could ever exist again”

Mikey still doesn’t seem to hear her. He simply lets go of her waist and slides away from her. When she thinks he was getting up to leave, he surprises her by laying his head on her bare thighs instead. This was infuriating. “Mikey have you dated anyone since then?”

“Yeah” he says, grabbing one of her hands to put it in his hair “But none of them were pretty like you. No one’s pretty like you…”

She doesn’t say anything. “You don’t wanna get back together but can’t we be friends? I missed you” Mikey says, his voice barely above a whisper this time

He sounds sad but she won’t give in. This wasn’t fair. “I can’t be your friend or your lover” Her voice is a mere whisper this time “I can’t Manjiro”

Not with what he did now— it would be detrimental for her career if the public found out she was friends with Sano Manjiro, the man reining terror of Japan and the surrounding countries little by little�� not with how he broke up with her, not with how he talked to her, not with the constant uncertainty of if he’d leave her once again. She wouldn’t put herself through that again. “Manjiro I can’t be the reason we hold back each other from falling in love”

She feels something wet on her thighs.

Mikey— Manjiro is crying.

She sighs. She might as well let him stay for as long as it takes.

Just till he pulls himself together.

And hopefully, till then, she doesn’t give in.

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asirensrage · 7 days ago

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Saudade - Chapter 21

Rating: Explicit Pairing: Mikey x OC, Hanma x OC, Ran x OC, Mikey x OC x Draken Fandom: Tokyo Revengers Warnings: swearing, violence, threats of violence, murder, smoking, sex, consensual sex between teenagers, alcohol, recreational drug use, mention of trafficking, torture, family neglect, mentions of sexual violence. isekai OC. memory loss. unbeta’d **warnings are not exhaustive** Summary: No one seems to realize she doesn’t belong until she finally runs into her “new” brother, Hanagaki Takemichi. Now, hearing his story, Takara makes the choice to help him and hopefully find her way home, but faking it til you make it only lasts so long when you start losing the memories of the life you had before. As Takemichi becomes the only family she’s ever known, how far will she go to protect him?

notes: This chapter is a bit short in comparison to the others but it didn't feel right to end it anywhere else. Hope you don't mind. And I hope you enjoy the revelation as we look into the future again. Thank you for reading. Please let me know what you think. <3

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Takara eventually pulls herself from the comfort of her bed because she needs to actually do something with the knowledge she gained. She throws on a pair of pants, a sports bra and one of the shirts she’s stolen from her dad and goes in search of Takemichi.

What she finds is her brother sitting at the kitchen table, eating some meal that’s being handed to him by their mother. The woman looks at her and offers food but it’s slow, as if it’s an afterthought.

“Why you starin’ at me?” Takemichi asks, staring at her in confusion. It’s not him. Not her brother.

“Wondering when mom will admit you’re adopted,” she says automatically.

“Takara!” her mother finally turns and acknowledges her. “Apologize!”

“What?” she shrugs before grinning at her younger brother. “For revealing the truth?” Her mother swats the towel towards her and she just laughs.

“Least I’m not as ugly as you!” Takemichi snaps back.

“No, you’re uglier. Hinata must be blind.”

“Takara!” her mother sounds scandalized and in the back of her mind, Takara notes how she defends Takemichi but not her. Never her.

She rolls her eyes, the familiar feeling of not being enough churning her stomach. “Whatever.” She doesn’t stick around, grabbing a coat before she leaves. Takemichi didn’t even say bye…

✨

The Future

He doesn’t like this future.

From Mistuya’s funeral to discovering everything that went to shit. His life was normal, familiar, but his friends…everyone was dead. Everyone. And Naoto is claiming it’s Mikey’s fault. That the Mikey who demanded flags in his food, who promised to look after his friends and be a pillar of support for them…killed them all.

He didn’t get a chance to say goodbye to Takara before he left. She was gone and when she came home, she buried herself in her room. He tried to open the door, but it was locked and he stayed there, telling her goodbye. There was no response.

He tried to call her here in the future, but the line was dead. Naoto said she hadn’t been seen in months, going missing long before the deaths started happening. Naoto thinks she’s dead but Takemichi knows that she arrived in his life just as fast. Fear eats at his chest, desperation running him ragged as adrenaline fuels him. He needs to know the truth. He needs to know that Mikey didn’t do this. That Takara is fine. She has to be fine. She has to still be there.

Now he’s in the Philippines searching for Mikey in a junkyard because of a postcard.

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For a moment, it feels like nothing’s changed. Mikey greets him like he’s done a thousand times, crouching on a pile of junk. He cries. He can’t help it. It’s such a relief to see Mikey in the future, in the flesh. He’s different. Tattooed with dark hair, but his voice is the same. His smile is the same.

“Why did you leave Toman?” Mikey’s question stuns Takemichi. “I wanted you to stay with me like a big brother would.” Mikey looks to the sky. “Takara stayed but…not with me. She agreed with Ken-chin and Mitsuya. She wanted you safe.”

“Ta-Takara?”

But Mikey doesn’t continue, instead, he explains a little further about the others until he admits, “I’m the one who killed them.” He looks at Takemichi. “I killed them all. That’s why I need you to stop me.”

Takemichi stares at him in horror, only able to focus on one thought. “You…you killed my sister?”

Mikey frowns slightly. “...no,” he admits. “She…” he hesitates, looking away. “I don’t know where she is. He took her.”

Takemichi blinks. “What? Who?” His mind runs with possibilities. The fear of losing his sister twists with the relief of knowing she’s still here. Somewhere.

“It doesn’t matter. Kill me,” Mikey says, stepping off of the junk pile and walking towards him. “I want it to end here.”

It devolves further. Mikey is insistent on dying by his hand and Takemichi can’t let it happen. He needs to know more! He needs Mikey to understand that he’s okay!

But then he’s pinned by the other man, gun pressed against his temple and he tries to ignore the fear and the flashbacks of facing Kisaki with a gun…and Mikey is crying. They’re both crying.

There’s a shot and Mikey falls. He dies in Takemichi’s arms, thanking him for the kindness and Takemichi thinks something breaks in him. Takemichi isn’t good at what he does, he keeps failing, but in this moment he knows he has to try. He can’t give up. Not on Mikey, not on Takara.

He goes back, leaving Naoto in Manila.

✨

She sits and stares at the calendar. He should be back by now.

She takes a drag of the cigarette in her hand. She wonders if he’s looking for her, if he’ll give a shit. No one ever really gives a shit. No one except –

“Why are you sitting in the dark?”

“Ambiance,” she answers automatically. She’s in mourning, not that she can admit it. She didn’t get to go to their funerals. Didn’t get to say goodbye to the men she was once friends with. Takara barely made this choice. It was thrust upon her before she was even aware of it. He had tried to warn her but it was too late by then. It’s always too late.

She looks up towards him. “I didn’t think you’d be back yet.”

“Something came up.” He bends down, tilting her face up with his fingers as he kisses her gently. His earrings brush her cheeks. He tugs on a loose lock of hair. A silent reminder that she needs to update it, that her roots are starting to show against the dyed blond.

“I got some news.”

“Oh?” She asks, despite knowing better. She’s not curious.

The last time he had news, it was about her friends being murdered. He had hidden her away before then, claiming it was for her protection. Trapped her in this house and cut off her lines of contact. Just for a little while, or so he said. She’s still waiting for her release.

“Mikey’s dead.”

Her heart stops. “What?” she looks at him in alarm. “Mikey?” Mikey had promised her to keep Takemichi safe. He had promised her that he wouldn’t find him, that Kisaki would be kept away. The only reason she accepted the man in front of her was because of that promise.

“Don’t worry,” he kisses her again, harder this time. A sign of ownership, desperation to control something now that he lost his puppet. She had watched from the sidelines as he manipulated everything. None of them stood a chance. “I’ll find his killer and deal with him. Personally. You’ll plan his funeral. Give him everything. He was ours.”

Her mind runs over the possibilities and what she can do next. Still, she answers as expected. “Yeah, Izana. I’ll take care of it.”

✨

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water-writings · 3 years ago

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I promise I’m not dead, just trying to finish up the first chapter for my Tokyo Revengers OC’s story. I’m hoping to get it out soon.

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mikeys-bike-slut · 2 years ago

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Untitled Part 17

This is kind of a crap part im sorry T_T i promise the other are better haha

Previous part

Warnings: mild smut

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Angel's 1st P.o.V:

"Fuck..." I groan as I wake up feeling a tank ran me over. I look around with my head still slightly spinning and takes me a bit to register that I'm in Mikey's room; well, Shin's garage that Mikey turned into his bedroom. I slowly sit up holding my head looking for the blonde commander but he's nowhere to be found.

I let out another groan as I finally climb out of bed. The taste of alcohol in my mouth makes my stomach turn, I gag at the nauseating taste and just rush through the house straight into the bathroom just waving at the people gathered in the kitchen. I praise Emma for getting me my own tooth brush the first time I slept over at theirs. The taste of strong mint in my mouth helps my sobering up process even if the paste almost burns my gums after the alcohol. Once I finish I feel a lot more better and refreshed, didn't realize how much I needed it.

As I walk into the kitchen I find Emma, Takashi, Draken and Mikey sitting around the dinner table seemingly alright.

"Look who's awake" Draken gives me a grin.

"Shut the fuck up Ryuuguji" I mumble and he just let out an offended playful gasp.

"Hostile" he grabs as his chest and I just flip him off.

"So what's going on?" I look around the table wondering if Mikey has given Takashi a date of when he will kill him.

"Sit your ass down" Mikey shoots me a glare as he pulls me into his lap. A bit confused I sit on his lap. "So about yesterday. How long this has been going on?" he asks as he looks at Takashi and Emma.

"A few weeks..." Emma says as her face starting to turn red. "But c'mon Mikey. I'm not a little girl anymore"

"You're still my sister, and you, you're my friend" Mikey says and suddenly my eyes widen as I feel his hand sliding between my legs under the table as he talks. "Why didn't any of you tell me?"

I swallow hard as he just slides his hand into my panties and his middle finger starts teasing my folds. So this is why he wanted me to sit on his lap, knowing him it's more than likely a punishment for not letting them know what's going on with me.

"I didn't know how you're going to react and I didn't want any conflict inside Toman" Takashi explains. "Forgive me, Mikey. Though I can reassure you I am planning to make her my queen if you give us your blessing. I'm even ready to leave Toman if that is what it takes"

"Hmm, you would leave Toman just to be with my sister?" Mikey cocks a brow in his usual tone meanwhile under the table he just slides his middle and ring finger inside me and slowly start pumping them. I clench my fingers, my knuckles turn white as it takes me all my self control not to let out a single sound.

"No, you won't!" Emma exclaims as she slams her hands on the table. "Stop this childish bullshit. Manjiro you have no business in who I'm dating and for your information Takashi is the first guy in years who treated me with respect and haven't even tried to sleep with me!"

"Too much information Emma" Draken frowns.

Mikey shakes his head then looks at both of them. "Have fun you two, I guess" he says with a big grin as he shrugs.

"Wait, what?" Emma and Takashi both give him a confused look.

"I was just curious, that's all" he shrugs. "I wanted to make sure you're both serious about it, as I do not wish to lose either of you. It's clearly you care a lot about each other and honestly, there's not a better man who I can trust to treat you right Emma, other than Mitsuya. He's a great guy" he smiles at them while curling his finger deep inside me making me let out a muffled yelp, which thankfully was ignore by the pair who were too excited and overjoyed to pay any attention to me, how ever the vice commander gives me a slight smirk as he recognizes that little yelp.

"Thanks Mikey" Mitsuya smile then looks at Emma and just picks her up and kisses her.

"Gross" Mikey gags playfully.

"That's rich coming from you..." I finally speak up with a slight smirk.

"What was that?" he asks with a smile as he shoves his fingers deep inside me making me almost cry out.

"Fuck you..." I whisper.

"Soon, you little slut" he whispers in my ear. "That's all I wanted, you guys can go on your date now" Mikey smiles at the fresh couple.

"See you later" Takashi gives us a grin as Emma pulls him after as she rushes out of the kitchen eager to be alone with her new boyfriend.

Once I hear the front the door securely locked I let out a shaky deep sigh.

"You goddamn asshole, Sano..." I groan as I lean back against him and start moving my hips on his fingers.

"Oh I'm the asshole? Who was the one who fucking disappeared for almost a day, without even a single text and been found with the Black Dragons leader's tongue down their throat?" he cocks a brow as he starts to pump his finger more roughly. "Tell us, if we wouldn't have showed up would you have fucked him, huh?" he asks in my ear and I can't help but let out a moan while I dig my fingers into his thigh.

"You been a very bad girl, princess" Draken finally speaks up as he stands up then undo his belt.

"Come on Kenny, punish her" Mikey smirks as he removes his fingers and yanks my panties off then spreads my legs for Draken. "You missed his big cock didn't you?" he purrs into my ears as Draken pulls out his thick, hard member which already dripping with precum.

"Don't..." I shake my head but couldn't help but let out a moan as I watch Draken towers over me and Mikey.

"Hold her well Mikey" Draken smirks as he presses his tip to my aching core then slides his length into me.

"Draken!" I cry out digging my nails into Mikey's thigh. "Zephyr, Zephyr!" I whimper our safe word and Draken stops immediately and gives me a worried look while Mikey's grip loosen on my thighs.

"Are you okay Angel? Am I hurting you?" the tall male asks as he caresses my cheek.

"Yes... I'm sorry" I mumble as I look away embarrassed. This was the first time I have ever used a safe word.

"Shh, don't apologize. I'm gonna pull out okay?" he says softly then slowly and carefully pulls out of me.

Mikey softly caresses my thigh as he holds me close to him. "What's wrong baby?" he asks in his protective, soft tone.

"I'm just too hangover..." I admit awkwardly. "My stomach isn't really right, and I don't wanna throw up on any of you" I chuckle awkwardly and they both let out a relieved sigh.

"I was worried I hurt you" Draken sighs then after he puts himself away leans down and kisses my forehead. "I'm glad you're okay"

"I'll help you get dressed, 'kay?" Mikey smiles and without waiting for my answers he stands up while picking me up in his arms. "How about we'll have a lazy day today? You, Kenchin and me. sounds good?"

"Sounds perfect" I smile then I kiss his cheek.

"Oh, before I forget it again. I had this for a while now" Draken says as he reaches into his pocket and pulls out my ring, which I thought I lost.

"Ah, my ring!" I say excited. "I didn't know where it went, I thought I lost it" I pout then smile as Draken takes my hand then puts my ring back on my finger. "Thanks Kenny" I smile then before he could kiss me Mikey walks off with me with a grin spread across his face.

"She's mine Kenchin" he winks at his friend and the beanpole just rolls his eyes with a smile.

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