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GONNA SHOW HIM YOURE MINE.
âGONNA SHOW HIM YOUâRE MINE.â

WINDBREAKER BOYS + LOVE BITES. ft. togame jo, hayato suo, kaji ren, sakura haruka, & umemiya hajime x f!reader
filled request: âCan I request for umemiya, sakura, suo, and kaji where they see reader with another guy friend and they get jealous because the guy is being flirty and obviously trying to make moves but reader is dense so then the boys give reader a hickey for the first time to show that reader is taken??â
mdni ! suggestive. 1.5K WC ; added togame ! :>

TOGAME JO. pet name âdollâ used!
âhim again?â
you adjust the straps of your top before twisting and turning to get a better look at your outfit. âmhm,â you hum in response, âsaid he needed help asking someone out today. iâm gonna help pick the flowers.â
togame's eyes narrow a bit at the obvious intent of your friend. it didnât help that you really didn't have a single clue in the world, and on top of your obliviousnessâ you're dressed so cute.
the combination was just a recipe for disaster, and he wants to finally put an end to it today.
âahâ what are you doing?â you yelp when he suddenly tugs at your wrist, pulling you off balance as you stumble and fall onto his lap. his arm comes to loop around your waist before you can even stabilize yourself, hugging you tight against his chest.
âtogame, let go,â you whine, âiâm gonna be late!â
âdon't wanna.â
the casualty of his tone makes your eyebrow twitch. he almost sounds bored with how slow the words come out of his mouth, and despite that fact, his arm doesnât seem to budge at all when you try and push against him.
âplusâŠ..â heâs choosing to ignore your efforts to move himâ or he just doesnât notice them in the first place, âyou donât need to meet with a guy like that anyway.â
âand why is that?â you retort, arms crossing in frustration as you give up and resort to simply glaring back at your boyfriend. "..are you jealous?"
"course i am, doll" he lulls, fingers pulling your topâs strap out of the way before his lips attach themselves to the side of your neck, sucking at the skin as you shiver. his hand tilts your jaw to the side, giving him the space he needs to better suckle and kiss your neck.
you canât help the little noise that slips out when he releases the skin with a loud pop, exhaling deeply against you before peppering kisses beside the dark mark he's given you.
âcan't stand when guys are tryna get at what's mine.â

HAYATO SUO.
âthat friend of yours..â suo coos against the shell of your ear, âreally likes you, doesnât he?â
he's looming right over you, his familiar smile looking a little different today when his arms are caging you right beneath him, and you suck in a sharp breath when he leans down, tassel earrings tickling the sensitive skin of your neck.
âh-huh? he does?â your voice comes out a little breathless from the way his lips are just barely hovering over your skin.
âhe does. you couldn't tell?â
in any other situation, he would think your innocence would be endearing. but after watching your friend get all close to you like that, holding your hair up and then fixing your necklace for youâ he couldn't help it. a part of him is thankful for how steady his voice comes out, because you'd never be able to guess that just below his calm exterior- he was absolutely fuming with jealousy.
âno, i didn't know,â you whisper, âbut you know i would've turned him down if he said anything-â
âi can help with that,â he interrupts, tone sweet and soothing. he plants a kiss just below your ear, his breath grazing your ear, and it sends a shiver straight down your spine.
âh-how?â you squeak.
you can feel him smile against you before his hand comes to tilt your head to the side, exposing more of your neck for him. âjust like this,â he whispers before he's taking a sharp inhale, lips latching onto you as he sucks harshly.
the noise that comes out of you riles him up even more. he's sucking harder before he even realizes, calm demeanor crumbling just a bit when he hears the noises youâre making just for him.
you think you felt his teeth graze your neck for a second when he releases the skin, pulling back a bit to admire the mark heâs left on your neck.
"it's a good idea, right? turn your head the other way for me now."

KAJI REN. calls you âmy girl.â
âw-what's wrong, kaji?â you manage to stammer between kisses, âyou're a lot rougher todayâ something on your mind?â
he pulls back a bit when your hands tug at his hair, a part of him content when he sees the way your lips are slightly swollen, your mouth parted to catch your breath as your chest rises up and down from the intensity.
there was a lot on his mind, but marking you up was at the forefront of his brain. he could already tell that only kissing you just wasnât gonna cut it after all thatâs happened today.
ââs fine,â he mutters before heâs back on top of you, his lips roughly latching onto the skin just beneath your collarbone, sucking at the skin as you gasp above him. âoh- t-that feels good,â your voice comes out as a breathy sigh, âare you⊠mad still?â
âmad at that friend of yours,â he growls against your skin, pressing a quick kiss onto the mark until he's moving onto another part of your neck, lips hovering just below your ear. âhe was tryna get at my girl right in front of me.â
âi'm sure he wasn'tâ ah!â you gasp when his arms wrap around your middle, pulling you flush against his body as he tilts his head to better nestle into the crook of your neck.
âgot me pissed off just seeing him looking at you like that,â his teeth graze against your skin when he sucks particularly hard, âgonna make sure heâll get a nice and close look at these next time.â

SAKURA HARUKA.
kissing sakura is much, much different today.
heâs roughâ hands trailing along your back, sending an shiver straight down your spine as he deepens the kiss, breaths mingling with urgency. the way heâs kissing you so desperately today has little gasps escaping your lips, which do nothing but encourage him to touch you more.
"f-fuck," he gasps between kisses, pulling back to inhale sharply before your fingers come to tangle in his hair, pulling him right back into you.
âsomeone's in a bad mood.â you giggle, and he scoffs in response, a dusting of pink over his cheeks. ââm not mad.â
"you sure? what's got you so worked up?"
and he hates that he doesn't know. he doesn't know what this feeling is, so he has no idea how to get rid of it. all he knows is that it didn't feel nice when he saw your friend all up over you.
it should've been him insteadâ he thinks. and all he wants now is to have you.
your breath hitches in your throat when his lips begin to trace a path down your neck, pressing wet kisses between each inch of skin. âi don't know,â he admits through a deep blush, âjust wantâŠthis.â
just thinking about the earlier events makes his blood boil again, and it shows in his next kiss. he accidentally sucks at your neck for a moment, and a lewd moan slips right through your lips.
your hand slaps over your mouth a moment too late, and he freezes in place, deep blush spreading to his ears at the sound. heâs never heard you never make that noise before.
"d-don't stop, sakura,â you urge, tugging at his hair, âfeels good.â
he pulls back a bit to roughly shake his head, shake off the irritating blush before his eyes finally flicker towards the subtle mark heâs left on your skin. itâs a deep shade of purple, and something about it makes him feralâ it scratches at the itch heâs had all day.
he doesnât think heâll be stopping anytime soon, at least.
âf-fine,â he growls, âturn your head.â

UMEMIYA HAJIME.
umemiya sighs when your phone buzzes again, the sound catching your attention as you scroll to check your messages again. you're leaning back against ume's chest when you open it, letting him rest his head on your shoulder with a dramatic pout.
"he's tryna steal you away from me," he whines, arms hugging tightly around your core. "s no fair."
how you were able to reduce bofurin's strongestâ the one standing at a staggering 6â2 to a needy little puppy is beyond him. but in his defense, he thinks he's been waiting for your attention for ages by now.
it seems like the second you're finally putting down your phone to turn your attention to him is the exact moment your friend decides to send yet another message, your phone buzzing from the notificationâ and your attention shifts back to that guy just like that.
it's a never ending loop, and he's getting desperate.
âhe's not, ume,â you mumble, fingers clicking at your screen. âhe's just my friend. and heâs asking to get dinner with everyone tomorrow.â
you don't notice the way his bottom lip pokes out in a pout, eyes then narrowing into a glare directed at your screen before he's pulling you a bit closer to himself, arms holding you impossibly tighter against his chest.
it was really not fair.
it only takes a few more seconds of pouting before his eyes suddenly flicker to the bare skin of your neck, and he perks up when he thinks of an idea. a great idea.
â..you gonna go with them? tomorrow?â
you give him a nod, and if umemiya had a tailâ it would be wagging now. his lips start to excitedly ghost over your skin, taking in the scent of your perfume, and his gaze is focused and intentional as he tries to gauge your reaction.
nothing, so far.
so he presses an experimental kiss onto your shoulder, eyes watching you closelyâ and still nothing. you only perk up a bit when he finally decides to proceed with his plan and takes the skin in his mouth, sucking at it for a bit before releasing it with a lewd pop.
"umeâ d-did you just leave a mark?â
âi did,â heâs grinning now, staring at the mark he's leftâ and he thinks it's surprising dark for how gentle he was. it was only the first one tonight, after all.
âwant another one?â

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Making out with Kenji. 18+

Make out sessions with Kenji is like running a marathon. He's got some sort of oral fixation exclusive to you, his mouth needing to be against yours, against you, without breaking apart for as long as possible.
Doesn't matter if you're breathless, and seeing spots, the moment you try to pull away it's as if you've snatched his gold trophy from him.
"Get back here,"
His voice practically drags out in a snarl, guttural and feral as he squeezes your face in one large palm to yank you back.
Right, how inconsiderate of you to try to catch your breath.
You wince as your teeth clacks roughly against his, his tongue already slipping into your mouth.
He's got you pushed down on the bed, body weight crushing yours as his hips grinds on you. His elbows digs into the mattress on either sides of your head, fingers laced on the top of your head as if to hold you in place and your own small hands gripped onto the sides of his shirt for dear life.
Your muffled whines of protests were lost on him, too busy eating your face to care. All he hears is your cute little mewls and whimpers under him, moaning into your mouth whenever you gag.
When he finally, finally, pulls back, you're throwing your head back to gulp for air, sweat beading on your forehead and chest heaving.
Kenji clicks his tongue, dragging the back of his hand over his spit-covered chin.
"S'dramatic,"
You hear him mumble, earning a swat from you despite the smirk playing on his lips.
He likes seeing you like this, winded and choking for air. The power trip of reducing you into a goopy mess like this turns him on like crazy, though he'll never admit it.
And here comes the punchline.
"You're all worked up over a kiss?"
The smugness practically oozes from his tone, eyes glittering with glee as he runs a cold hand up the column of your neck.
He squeezes lightly, a promise for what's to come, before sliding down your body as your eyes follows him curiously. Your breath hitches when he swings your thighs over his shoulders.
"Since I've tired your lips out up there, I think I'll pay attention to the ones here, kay' baby?"
His shit eating grin tells you he's gonna do it anyways.
He's got you wrap around his little finger and all you can do is spread your thighs a little wider in answer.
(Bro is a mouth breather. He breaths through YOUR mouth fr)
DO THESE BOYS IN FURIN ACTUALLY HAVE CLASSES?? Where are the teachers?? Are they getting an education? Do they just hang out in this abandoned school and wear school uniforms? I am worried about their future.
hiiiiii :3
what would drunk consensual sex be like with Gintoki? .///.
ilysm friend
A/N: New phone, who dis? Just kidding, of course it's my beloved senpai. I had to make your request especially big and make you suffer until you'd be able to get what you want, that's what friends are for! I gotta say this was a bit of a struggle and I had to experiment a lot considering it's the first actual time I write about Gin-chan. Still, I had fun writing it even if it took days, can't wait to see what your little dirty deviant mind comes up with in the future for me to write ;-;
Ilyt friend, best senpai ever uwu and all that, hope this doesn't suck!
Drunk Consensual Sex with Gintoki (x Fem Reader)

chose this one gif because I know how much you love his stupid smug xoxo.
Theme: Night sort of date time between Gintoki and reader leading to a drunken one night stand? Something along those lines.
Warnings: S M U T. Literally in the name of the request, shoo away minors, shoo!
Sakata Gintoki, the boss of Yorozuya. Sakata Gintoki, the one who was as infamous for his naturally wavy silver hair as he was for his unconventional ways of handling things. Sakata Gintoki whose eyes looked so dead, yet never ignored othersâ cries for help. No matter what he was known for, Sakata Gintoki was a man of many names, a man whose current daily shenanigans directly clashed with the reverberations of his violent past, a past he longed to forget.
Most days went by either in complete idleness or in complete disordinance as he took job after job, leaving no room for such dark thoughts to creep into his brain. However, there would always be these moments when the past would become more vivid than the present, when everything he had tried to suppress would reappear before him, when heâd find himself standing in the very same battlefield he did all these years ago. It was in moments like this that heâd find himself desperate to get away from everything and everyone. Surely there were people he could talk to, Kagura and Shinpachi being the obvious choices, yet when it came to these memories, Gintoki would rather drown them, force them to the depths of his brain until they ceased to exist. And what better way was there for him to do such a thing other than alcohol?
âOne more bottle.â Pushing his glass against the hardwood of the bar, Gintoki asked for his third bottle of sake.
Even though he wasnât known for his high alcohol tolerance, today was one of those days when he wanted to forget about everything and everyone. Having gone as far as to visit one of Yoshiwaraâs bars, he had chosen a spot where no one would bother him, where he wouldnât have to pretend for the sake of anyone. Drinking glass after glass, he only hoped for the thoughts to stop, for the images to disappear, yet he was more sober than heâd ever been. Even when the lights in the room begun to flicker, even when the laughters next to him became more distant, his memories appeared in his head as clear as ever, ghosts that were begging to haunt him
âDo you even have the money to afford more? Last time you were here you tried to sell me one month old Jump for limited edition-â
âShut up, old hag! It was the one with Hirohiko Arakiâs special interview, of course it costs more than your lousy sake!â Gintoki exclaimed as he tried to grab the sake bottle from the hands of the bartender.
âIf my sake is bad then why do you still come here? Look around you, out of all of our esteemed guests you are the only one standing out. We shouldnât even be servicing the likes of you.â Pulling the bottle away, the woman was about to move when Gintoki threw a handful of coins onto the counter. Intrigued, she looked at him over her shoulder, accepting the money with a scoff before handing him the sake bottle.
With a triumphant look on his face, Gintoki popped the bottle open. As he was about to pour another glass for himself, a presence entering the bar caught his eye. Tilting his head, he watched as you went past the door, an evident look of disappointment engraved in your features as you approached the bar. Throwing your handbag onto the seat next to him, you took a seat right next to it.
âOne sake bottle, please.â Motioning towards the bartender, you placed your order.
This day had been a disaster in more than one ways imaginable for you; not only had you been stood up by that jerk who insisted on going out with you, but youâd also been stood up on your birthday. You knew that getting involved with him would be a waste of time, yet not once did you consider the possibility of him not even showing up, not even calling you to let you know. Instead you had to spend hours on dolling yourself up, going all the way to Yoshiwara in nothing but a tiny dress, as you waited in the cold for him to show up. All this effort, all this time wasted and for what? To be sitting in a nearly empty red light district bar, all by yourself. Way to celebrate yet another year of being alive.
âI am sorry miss, I am afraid this jer- this gentleman took our last bottle. Is there anything else I can serve you?â The woman asked, gesturing towards the man that was sitting by your side. Considering your distress, you hadnât even noticed the fact that you werenât there alone, unaware of the silver haired manâs existence. Turning to face him, you couldnât help but feel annoyance rise through you. It wasnât his fault, obviously, that he had taken the last bottle of sake for his own, yet this had to be the icing on top of a horrible day.
Waving towards you in a whimsical way, the man pushed the bottle towards your side, sliding it onto the counter. âYou look like you need it more.â He said once the bottle was in your hand. Staring between him and the bottle, you allowed yourself to smirk. âI look that bad huh?â
Returning your smirk, the man got up, making his way to you as you simultaneously pulled your bag from the empty seat, placing it on top of your lap. Taking the seat to your left, he sat down next to you. âNot at all.â Leaning towards you, the manâs hand reached behind your ear. âInteresting Chikorita cosplay though.â Retrieving his hand , you noticed the presence of a rather big leaf between his fingers. Instinctively, you mimicked his previous gesture in an attempt to search for any other remaining leaves residing in your hair.
âThatâs what happens when you wait for an hour in the howling wind.â You answered to the man, doing your best to keep yourself as contained as possible. Not that the opinion of a random stranger mattered, but you didnât want to keep making a fool of yourself in front of others.
Grabbing the bottle he had offered you, you poured some sake into your glass, gulping it down in one go. Feeling guilty that you had quite literally taken the bottle from the manâs hands, you reached another glass from behind the bar, treating him to a drink. The man accepted your offer, following your lead as he took a sip.
âCouldnât you have chosen a worse day than today to go for a walk and in such a dress? Either you are really brave or really dumb.â He said once had put the glass down.
âThatâs so funny.â
âYou arenât laughing.â The man noted, grabbing the bottle and pouring the two of you some more sake.
âI would be if I wasnât celebrating my birthday at a near empty bar in Yoshiwara, drinking with a man whose name I donât even know.â
âSakata Gintoki.â The man, Gintoki, nonchalantly said. Turning to face him, you examined his features as the name Gintoki faintly rung a bell. His naturally wavy silver hair, the deadfish eyes, the wooden sword that was loosely hanging around his waist, could it be?
âYorozuya?â
âThatâs me. Canât recall you being a client, though.â
âIâm not, you are just infamous, thatâs all.â You said, warm liquor going down your throat as you finished your own drink.
âIn that case allow me to give you a business card.â Turning his back on you, you watched him work his hands on top of the counter. âWe do anything from finding lost pets, to dealing with Mayo freaks, to fighting for the order of the universe or something like that. As long as you pay up, weâll take on any job. Here.â Shifting around, he turned back to face you once again, this time sliding a piece of paper on the counter. Looking down at it, you could tell that it was a napkin with the name Yorozuya Gintoki and a phone number written on it in a poorly barely readable manner.
âThatâs a napkinâ You observed.
âA business card.â He countered, pouring you some more alcohol. âAll of the budget went onto designing the last panel, you think we have enough to draw proper business cards?â
âWell in that case⊠I have a job for you.â
Intrigued, he placed the glass back down, flashing you a winsome smile. You werenât sure if the alcohol was getting to you, but looking at his smiling expression, you couldnât help but feel attracted to the man. Although his appearance was quite scruffy, far from your usual type, there was a certain charm to him. Maybe today wouldnât be wasted, you thought as you barely returned the smile.
âSpend the night with me. It is my birthday after all. And donât worry about the money, I can pay up, letâs just have some fun.â
Considering your offer for a bit, Gintoki grabbed the bottle, this time bringing it to his lips as he finished the remaining sake in one go. With the back of his hand, he wiped his lips clean before banging his fist on the table as he got up.
âOi granny, Iâll be on my way now. Next time, make sure you stock up on better sake.â
âIf you hate it so much then donât come here again, you punk!â The lady behind the counter raised her voice, obviously irritated by the manâs remarks. Scoffing at her, he readjusted the sword around his waist, making his way towards the exit as he waved his hand at her.
âAre you coming?â This time he spoke to you, beckoning you with his raised hand to follow him. Accepting his offer, you instantly got up, following him outside the bar.
Stepping outside, you could feel goosebumps going up your skin, although to be fair, the howling wind had noticeably calmed down, turning into but a cold autumn breeze. Sure, it still wasnât mini dress weather, but at least you werenât shivering as much as before. In fact, your body begun to feel rather warm, courtesy of the alcohol you had previously gobbled up.
âSo what do you want to do first?â Gintoki asked, one hand loosely around his belt as he kept on walking. Underneath the neon lights from all the bars and restaurants that were in the area, his hair gleamed through the darkness, silver strands fused with red hues.
âI donât know, what would you recommend?â
Bringing his other hand onto his hair, you saw him scratching the back of his head as if considering the options. " There are many ways to have fun here. I know a good place for yakitori, then there is that old man who makes great dango. Hmm⊠perhaps the karaoke place down the street or the arcade next to it. Or else-â
âLetâs just do everything. Iâm paying, remember?â Tapping your hand against the purse, you smiled brightly at him as he nodded in agreement.
âWell then, letâs begin!â
The first place the two of you winded up visiting was the karaoke place Gintoki mentioned. Although you had been to a karaoke bar in the past with your colleagues, this was the first time you were going there with a man- a man you barely knew, on top of that. Perhaps this wasnât the brightest idea, you reckoned, still though, you didnât want to spend this day all by yourself. And Sakata Gintoki wasnât a complete stranger either, you had heard stories about Yorozuya and their shenanigans here and there. Plus, he didnât seem like a bad guy either.
After booking yourselves a room, you ordered some more alcohol, mainly dom perignon, considering how Gintoki insisted that this was the right way to spend oneâs birthday. If you didnât know better, youâd mistake him for a host trying to sell out for bonus commission. Still, you indulged to it, allowing yourself to spend the majority of your income on champagne, a decision youâd come to regret next morning but for now, with each sip of alcohol, your reservations kept diminishing into nothingness. Oh well, thatâs a problem for tomorrow you.
Drinking to your hearts contents, the two of you spent at least a couple of hours, singing songs in such an offbeat manner that if anyone heard you, theyâd be jeering you. Starting with cheerful pop songs, you danced up and down, doing your best to push all of your worries and sadness away. Even when you didnât really care about that asshole who stood you up, you could feel yourself getting rather emotional by the time the songs switched to slower ballads. How could he do such a thing to you?
âHow could he?â You slurred out loud, falling on top of the couch next to Gintoki as you leaned onto his shoulder. He had stopped singing, keeping his attention on the glass that was between his fingers, twirling it around as he gazed at its content. His entire focus was on the glass, while his previously dead fish eyes were darkened, a hint of sadness tainting him. Although you could tell all the alcohol was getting to you and that you werenât an excellent judge of character, you could tell there was something in his mind.
âGintoki. Why were you alone in that bar?â You managed to say, pulling yourself together as best as you could. Shifting his attention from the glass to you, he shrugged his shoulder before leaning back against the couch.
âKagura is too young to drink and Shinpachi, well⊠I donât want to bore him with such trivialities.â You had no idea who these people were, yet you kept listening to him intently, your eyes staring at his lips as he spoke. âSometimes a man needs to be on his own.â Finally, he brought the glass to his lips, emptying its contents. âBesides, what good is remembering a past you canât change?â
You couldnât help but feel sympathy for him. Even when his appearance gave out that he was a rather lazy and laid back person, you could tell that there was something more behind those dead fish eyes and nonchalant words of his. Even if your reasons for being at that bar were completely different, the motive was the same; to forget.
âI think Iâve sung enough. If we keep doing that Iâll end up with a sore throat.â You said in an attempt to lighten the atmosphere. Grabbing his hand, you stumbled back onto your feet, beckoning him to get up. âWhatâs next?â
Gintoki placed the glass back on the table before taking one of the unopened dom peri bottles with him. Following your lead, he let you guide him outside of the room, the faint melody of yet another sad song fading in the background.
The next station for the two of you ended up being the arcade place next door. This was actually the first time in years that you had visited one, the last time being when you were but a mere child. Looking at all the machines brought you nostalgia, as Gintoki made his way towards the pachinko machines in the far back of the shop.
âHave you played before?â He asked as he sat on a free machine, placing the champagne bottle next to him. Truth be told, you had never really tried pachinko before and in your state, you doubted you could pick up on all the rules of the game. Shaking your head, you sat next to him.
Getting up, Gintoki popped the bottle open, bringing it to his lips for a sip once the foam had subdued. He offered it to you, as you mimicked his movements before placing it on the ground in front of you. Once that was out of the way, the man lowered himself behind you, placing his chin against your shoulder while he snaked his arms around yours. Feeling yourself blushing, you stood still as Gintoki went through the details of the game for you, explaining you the basic concept of it and what you needed to do to win. You could barely focus on his words, as you felt his body pressed flat against you, making you quiver. Under different circumstances, you would be protesting; a man whom you knew for only a few hours being this cozy and handsy with you, even if his purpose was to introduce you to the game. Yet, feeling his warmth you found yourself unable to oppose him, perhaps even indulging in the sensation of the strangerâs touch.
ââŠAnd then you turn the handle. Oi, are you listening?â Snapping his fingers in front of you, he managed to wake you up from your thoughts. Nodding frantically, you noticed him sigh before leaning against you once again. âIâll show you how to play but next round you gotta do it on your own. Put the change here.â Instructing you, he pointed to the left side of the machine where there was a slit. Searching through your bag, you managed to find a few coins, quickly shoving them into it until small silver balls spilled from the machine.
Placing his right hand on top of yours, he guided it around the handle of the machine, wrapping your fingers along with his around the round lever. As he moved your hands up and down, left and right, you couldnât help but blush looking up to him. Although there was a red tint upon his cheeks -namely because of all the alcohol the two of you had been drinking- he looked rather focused as the flickering lights of the machine gleamed in his maroon eyes. His lips were slightly parted while he slowly blinked, his attention still on the machine. You could tell that he was saying something to you, yet the sound was muffled as your entire attention was on his face. He was so close to you, close enough that if you lifted your head a bit then the two of you would-
âWhat a bummer.â Retrieving his hand from yours, he walked away from you, going back to his own chair. Although you wouldnât admit it, you kinda wished that he would have stayed there longer. âBut you got the basics now, go ahead, try it.â What basics? The ones he showed you while you were busy eyeing him?
Reaching for the champagne bottle, you took a rather large sip, hoping that with it youâd be able to get some sort of epiphany about the game. Gintoki had already started toying with the machine in front of him and so without any further ado, you started experimenting with yours.
Although you werenât doing that bad, you werenât exactly doing great either. Before you knew it, you had spent a small fortune on the game without really gaining any profit. That was until you managed to score somewhat of a jackpot, after playing with the machine for over thirty minutes. The loud beeping sound filled the room, while many of the other players turned to face you, Gintoki included.
âWow, not bad for a newbie! Now press this and you can get your prize.â The silver haired man said as he leaned towards you once again, pressing a button on the machine. Soon enough, an employee approached the two of you, taking your remaining pachinko balls with him as he went to a counter. Ushering you to follow him, Gintoki took the champagne bottle with him, while the two of you made your way towards the front of the store.
âHereâs your reward, visit us again.â The man behind the counter said in the most unappealing voice. Extending your hand to him, he placed something inside your palm before disappearing back inside the arcade shop. Once he was gone, you opened your hand only to stare down at a pair of silver balls. What the-
âThese guys are unbelievable, giving such crude things to a woman!â Gintoki said, as he was about to go back in there to search for the employee. Looking down at your hand and then at him, you couldnât help but laugh. Surely, you could always sell these silver balls so it wasnât as if they had no value, yet the incident became funnier over time once you realized that the balls were silver just like his hair.
âHere.â Grabbing his hand, you placed the balls inside his palm. âI donât need these balls, Gintoki, you can keep them.â Gintoki accepted the balls, his gaze shifting between his hand and your face. Letting out a soft chuckle, he stuffed them in his kimonoâs pocket.
âItâs really inappropriate for a woman to keep saying balls. But Iâll take them.â
For a while the two of you walked across Yoshiwara, making your way out of the district, towards the river. There wasnât much to say, so you kept drinking from the same bottle in silence. You were feeling exhausted from all the walking but you didnât want to go home yet. Even when everything was getting blurry, even then you wanted to spend more time with Gintoki. You hadnât even realized how much you needed to talk to someone, to have some casual fun without thinking about all the whats and the ifs. This was the first time in quite a while you were able to let your guard down and it felt exhilarating to be doing that with a complete stranger.
After walking for a while, you stopped by a bench near the river.
âWait here. Iâll be right back.â Following his order, you sat at the bench, looking at the still waters in front of you while waiting. Bringing the bottle to your lips, you tilted your head in order to drink only to find out that there was no alcohol left. Disappointed, you tossed it next to you as it rolled onto the street. Great. Doing your best to reach it, you got up stumbling, nearly falling onto the ground when a hand grabbed you.
âYou are more wasted than I am, huh.â Gintoki exclaimed as he helped you up. In his hands, there were two dango sticks, glazed in sweet soy sauce. âCanât find cake or anything like that this late. Happy birthday. This one is on me, no need to pay extra.â He said, handing you one of them. Reluctantly, you took the stick from his hand, as tears fell down your cheeks. Even though it was the alcohol making you this emotional, you couldnât help but wonder, how could a stranger like him be this nice?
âWoah, why are you crying? Donât tell me you donât like dango-â
âNo, itâs just that⊠thank you.â Accepting the dango, you flashed a genuine smile to him before taking a bite. The tears were still wetting your cheeks but you tried your best to show your gratitude. He was right, this dango was actually quite good.
âYouâre welcome.â His mouth was full of the dango as he talked, making his voice sound rather funny and childish, contrasting his otherwise deeper tone.
The two of you sat back down on the bench, eating in silence. Although you didnât know what time it was, you could see the first rays of the morning light pouring into the night sky. As much as you wanted to extend this night, it was time to go home.
âI think itâs time I get going.â Turning to face him, you could see the streetlights spinning around as you got dizzier and dizzier. His features were turning blurry, the only thing distinguishable being his silver hair that were framing his face. You couldnât help but repeatedly bump onto him, your head feeling too heavy to keep still. You were so tired while his warmth was so inviting, you just wanted him to wrap his hands around you like he had previously done at the arcade and let you sleep in his embrace.
âLetâs get you home, then.â Gintoki was the first one to get up, stumbling on his way up. He wasnât in any better shape, you could tell that he was barely standing while his cheeks were flushed red. âWhat direction is your home?â He asked, pointing with his index to the left and then to the right. Managing to get yourself on both feet, you leaned against his body, grabbing his hand and then turning it to the left.
The way home wasnât really long thankfully, although walking without falling to the ground turned out to be quite the formidable task. Bumping into one another while walking, you were laughing to your heartsâ content for seemingly no reason. You hadnât felt so carefree in such a long time, so light, so free. Being with this man was liberating, even if you never got to see him again, you knew this was a night to remember.
Eventually the two of you reached your house just as the moon disappeared from the sky, leaving nothing but a faint shadow where it previously stood. Nearing the front door, you took a step forward in an attempt to open it. Going through your bag, you managed to locate the keys at the very bottom. Triumphantly, you unlocked the door, tripping on the way in while your fingers were still attached to the key. Just when you thought you were about to fall, a hand grabbed you by the waist pulling you back onto your feet. Once youâd managed to regain your balance, you turned around, facing Gintoki, the two of you temporarily snapping out of your drunken state. He had saved you yet again.
âI-uh⊠Iâm sorry, I get really clumsy when I drink.â You admitted, trying your best not to slur the words while chuckling. His hand was still tight around your waist while you were leaning all of your weight against his shoulder and chest. Your laugh begun to fade once you realized how close you were to him, feeling your own heartbeat against his skin. The tension behind you was palpable at this point, even when you were both completely wasted, the way he held you sparked something within you. Looking deep into his eyes, you gulped softly. You shouldnâtâŠ
âDamn it, I promised Kagura I wouldnât be late.â
Before you could ask him what he meant, Gintoki closed the distance between you, pressing his lips against yours. The sheer force of the kiss made you take a step back, the two of you stumbling against the iron door. Keeping his one hand around your waist, he slammed the other right above your head, towering you with his height. His lips felt warm and inviting against yours, a lovely contrast when compared to the coldness of the iron surface that sent shivers up your spine. Pressing your body against his, you let your hand wander to his arm, wrapping your other arm around his neck while pulling him closer to you.
Forcing your mouth open with his tongue, Gintoki let his tongue roam freely into your mouth, lazily exploring every bit of you. Although his lips were drenched in alcohol, you could also taste something rather sweet while kissing him, something that resembled the faint taste of fresh strawberries.
Breaking the kiss off, a string of saliva fell onto both your chins, as he backed away, leaving your lips puckering up, begging for more. The man blinked slowly while staring into your eyes, realizing what he had just done. Before he could get any second thoughts about this, you pulled him closer, tugging onto the fabric of his sleeve.
âWould you charge extra if I invited you in?â You inquired, biting your lower lip as you waited for an answer.
âWhat kind of man would receive money from a woman for such things? Iâm not that cheap.â Just as you thought he had turned you down, Gintoki took a step in, holding the door open for you.
The next thing you knew, you were being held down against the first flat surface you encountered, namely the kitchen counter. Wasting no time, the man took hold of your face, cusping your cheeks as his lips clashed into yours. The kiss was sloppy and messy as his tongue moved in sync with his lips, peppering your skin with lazy open mouthed kisses. Trailing a path from your lips to your jawline and eventually your neck, he nibbled on your skin, sucking on it softly, making sure youâd be covered in bruises and love bites by the time he was done with you. The sensation was enough to make you moan, arching your back against his touch, feeling his bulge growing. Unable to help it, you bucked your hips into his, your clothed clit throbbing at the friction between your bodies. Gintoki caught on to what you were trying to do, pulling himself away from your neck as he brought his lips to your ear.
âBend over.â Coming out like a whisper, the sound of his groggy voice ringing through your ear was enough to send chills up your spine. Considering how drunk he was, he was rather demanding, a fact that made your already wet cunt even wetter.
Obeying his order, you turned around, pulling your dress up while sliding your panties down, letting them fall loosely around your ankles. Once you had exposed your ass to him, Gintoki grabbed both your wrists as he pushed you against the counter without a warning. Keeping them pinned together with one hand, he brought them over your head, making you gasp in return. He was so forceful for a guy youâd only just met, a guy who didnât even know your name.
Having you right where he wanted to, Gintoki used his other hand to unbuckle his belt, not bothering to push his pants past his thighs. You tried your best to look over your shoulder but his grip wasnât allowing you to see much. Anticipation begun to rise within you the moment you felt his erection springing from his underwear, the tip grazing your needy cunt. You found yourself wondering what it looked like when he grabbed onto your ass, pushing his cock between your folds with a single move. Instantly your lips formed an o, moaning loudly while your nails dug onto his palms. Although you couldnât see his expression, you heard him grunt as he backed out, only to thrust into you again, reaching as deep as possible.
At first his pace was slow, letting his cock get engulfed by your walls that were clenching around him with his every move. Even though he wasnât particularly thick, you could tell how long his cock was by how easily he reached your cervix with each pounding. You were feeling so needy, so desperate, so pathetic under the touch of a guy youâd just met, a detail you kept reminding to yourself. The way he touched you made you feel small, vulnerable even, his frame being much larger than yours as he handled your body like this. He treated you as if you were nothing more than a streetâs prostitute heâd met at a back alley, a thought that was only getting you more aroused. Your wrists kept wiggling inside his palm as you tried to break free from his grip. You wanted to touch him, you wanted to feel him, you wanted him.
After a while filled with excruciatingly slow movements, he eventually picked up his speed, skin slapping against skin as he begun to thrust into you quickly, eliciting all sorts of lewd sounds from your lips. Perhaps it was something about the alcohol youâd drunk, or maybe it had to do with him fucking your brains out on your kitchen counter. No matter the case, your senses had started to distort, as you were able to see stars, feelings them ring through your ears like soft chimes. Even when your physical body was right there with him, your mind was flying away, too foggy to form any thought, wave after wave of pure pleasure sending you into a state of complete euphoria.
âG-Gintoki, I think Iâm going to c-â
âIs that so?â He inquired between thrusts, his voice slightly shaky as he kept on going. âIâm afraid Iâm not quite there yet. Be good for me and hold on a while longer, mhm?â You could do nothing to reply to him, faintly nodding against the cold marble of the counter. He was driving you closer and closer to your orgasm when suddenly he stopped, pulling out completely, leaving you hanging. âDamn it, this wonât do. Turn around, I wanna look at your fucked up expression, birthday girl.â
He allowed you to break free from his grip, as you turned your entire body around to face him. Gintoki moved his hands onto the straps of your dress, sliding them off along with the rest of the fabric until you were standing bare naked in front of him. His gaze fell hungrily upon your body; the man didnât even try to pretend as if he wasnât looking at your tits, he was beyond shameless. Curling his lips into a half smile, he squeezed them softly before entering you once again. You were having a hard time keeping together, barely managing to wrap your legs around his torso as he moved closer to you, allowing you to prop your chin against his shoulder for balance.
âG-gin-â You tried calling his name out but there was no way for you to do such a thing, not when his cock was hitting all the right spots.
Soon enough, you found yourself returning to the starry ceiling, coming undone underneath him. Soft whimpers escaped your lips while your walls clenched around his cock, sucking him as he kept pounding you. Unable to keep on going when you felt this tight around him, Gintokiâs movements became inconsistent and sloppy. He was barely able to control himself and his own pace. You could feel his cock throbbing in you, a sign that he was close. The man kept on going, cursing under his breath in slurs, until he eventually pulled out of you.
Although you were barely aware of your surroundings, completely lost in your high, you could feel his arms tense while he jerked himself off to your body. Pumping his length a couple of times, he finally allowed himself to spill his seed, covering your stomach and thighs in creamy white lines, while you kept holding onto him. He was just out of breath as you were, his heart beating quickly against yours while his chest kept moving up and down.
Once he was done, Gintoki wrapped his arms loosely around your waist, placing a rather delicate kiss on top of your head as he held your body. You closed your eyes, inhaling his scent, letting go of all the tension, relaxing in his warm embrace. All the disappointment and annoyance you had felt before entering the bar was gone, the only thought that vaguely remained in your mind being the silver haired man. He had managed to make you forget about everything and everyone as intended.
Slowly but surely, the room around you started to get dark, as you let your eyes shut. Void engulfed you, while hands brushed through your hair lazily in a comforting way. You felt so sleepy, you were so exhausted. The final memory of the night ended up being the faint and distant voice of a man whispering sweet nothings in your ear, complimenting you all the while praising you for being such a good girl.
The next time you opened your eyes, you were rather confused. Where were you, what had happened, why did your head feel as if a brick fell onto it and why were you so sore? You tried to answer these questions, squinting your eyes as you tried to get up. Surprisingly enough you were naked, laying underneath the covers of your soft bed while you begun to recollect what had occurred the previous night. The coworker, the bar, the alcohol, the intoxicating flavor of the silver haired man. Instinctively, you looked to your side, searching for him, Gintoki. Much to your disappointment, no one was there. Had you really imagined all that? No, it couldnât beâŠ
You werenât even sure how much time had passed, everything was too uncertain, too unclear, too cloudy. Although there was light outside, there was no telling what time it was. Hopefully a cold glass of water would help sober you up, you thought and so, with a sigh, you got up. Tossing a robe over your naked body, you made your way to the kitchen where a small piece of paper that was lying on the counter caught your attention. What was this?
Picking up the paper, you realized it was a napkin, one that you could have sworn youâd seen before. On the napkin was a phone number along with some barely readable words.
âHappy birthday! Contact Yorozuya Gin next time you need a drinking buddy, free of charge. P.S. That guy missed out, forget about him.â
( â ) â SILVER LOCKET

pairing: chishiya shuntaro x gn!doctor!reader
genre: hurt/comfort, angst, established trust
warnings: none
a/n: s1/beach setting. i really inserted myself as the reader here :sobs: i wanna comfort him so bad TT this is chishiya recognizing his obliviousness and realizing he cares for you hehe

his cold gaze followed your figure through the crowd of people. your unhurried stroll made you stand out amongst the other returning players who filed into the hotel hastily, rushing into the arms of those they lived another day to see. what caught him off guard wasnât your ambling, but the faraway look on your face. your eyes pointed straight ahead as if there was something in front of you no one else could see. direct, but distant enough not to be confused with determination. you seemed distracted. at least, more than usual. it was as if you were completely disconnected from your surroundings.
âmustâve been a tough game.â kuina muttered through her makeshift cigarette, also taking in your strange behavior.
chishiya didnât reply. even during particularly difficult games, you always came back surging with relief. tonight should have been no different.
kuina glanced at his furrowed brows in amusement. she chuckled. âif youâre worried, why donât you go check on them?â
âiâm not worried,â he monotonously retaliated. âtheyâll figure it out.â
and with that, the two allies parted ways. kuina took her leave to the mess of partiers near the poolside while chishiya sauntered on back to his room.
pale walls and dim lighting surrounded his path. but at the sound of a hauntingly familiar voice, his personal solace was destroyed.
was that sobbing?
chishiya wasnât so easily fazed, this was the borderlands after all. except⊠it was coming from your room. the longer the cries continued, the further the chills travelled down his spine. what had him so affected by your muffled wails?
he halted his movements and listened intently from the other side. it was absolutely breathtaking to hear your carefully manufactured sanity collapse on itself. and behind a closed door no less, as to not alert others, made chishiya feel like he was now responsible for a secret. such noises heard between two people could only equate to intimacy.
and then he remembered the wall was still there.
how fascinating that one person could be aware of both at the same time the other was aware of neither.
cautiousness must have escaped you. otherwise, you wouldâve picked a more secure spot to release your pent up sorrows. chishiya could only figure your tears let themselves out before you had a chance to truly process your emotions.
he was not quite sure what force pushed him to softly bang his knuckles against the door. the second he did, the sobs abruptly stopped â much to his dismay.
it wasnât unlike chishiya to show up at your door unexpectedly, especially after a game. the knocking though, that was new. usually he would silently slither in and purposely startle you to catch you off guard.
âoh. hey, chishiya,â you greeted after opening the door.
he analyzed your appearance, taking note of the damp spots littering the cuff of your sleeve. waltzing in like he owned the place, chishiya took a seat on your bed while you opted to sit on the floor, knees huddled to your chest and your back against the wall. the two of you sat in a comfortable silence, waiting for the other to say something.
âi used to be a doctor in the real world.â you were the first to break it.
chishiyaâs eyebrows raised slightly, indicating wonder, but something held his tongue from responding.
you continued despite his lack of engagement, âgoing into the field, i knew there were going to be times where i wouldnât be able to save a life. no matter how much i desperately wanted to.â you paused for a moment and then opened your mouth again, âi guess i eventually got a handle over it back then. but now⊠i donât know.â you let out a defeated sigh. ânothing could have prepared me for the mortality we face here. it pains me every time i witness a death that could have easily been prevented. itâs stupid, i know. i just think itâs been catching up to me recently.â
his lips formed a tight line in a sort of acknowledgment. of course you had been a doctor in your previous life. you had the intellect and the emotional capacity perfect for the job. him on the other handâŠ
chishiya lacked EQ, and he was aware of that. sure, he could evaluate emotions on a surface level and control his own without struggle, but beyond that his sincerity was merely a play. he could sweet-talk his way through the job, hiding his apathy behind an artificial smile. everything about being a doctor â being a human â felt mundane to him.
âi was one too.â
he noticed your face light up and something in his gut squeezed. why did he suddenly feel nervous?
âso, you understand then?â
he shook his head, blond strands heeding the pattern. he leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. âno⊠iâm not sure i do.â
you looked at him with confusion and his mouth began to move against his better judgement.
âi donât care about patients. people in general. i have no interest in their struggles.â
and instead of laughing, instead of insulting him for being insensitive, your eyes held genuine curiosity. why were you acting like this was a normal conversation? like he was a normal human being? it utterly pained him, but that innocent glint only motivated him to proceed.
âi assumed going into healthcare would help me determine if iâm capable of caring for others. but so far itâs only made me feel lost...â he trailed off and stopped himself before he could admit anything else.
your head tilted. âhow so?â
chishiya internally kicked himself. even if he hadnât said much, he didnât meant to expose himself like that. you could practically see the aggravation radiating off of him as his jaw tensed. he swiftly stood up and avoided your gaze, dismissing the subject. ânothing. never-mind.â
and with that, he turned to leave. your eyes widened. âw-wait. wait, chishiya.â your pleads fell upon deaf ears as he began to turn the handle. âshuntaro.â
you both froze. that was the first time you had used his given name. at first, you instantly felt guilty about it, not knowing if it was appropriate to let that kind of intimacy slip. knowing him, he wouldnât ever let it go. but you were so close to unlocking the parts of him that he normally kept hidden. you decided it was a risk you had to take.
âwhyâŠâ
he cut you off, âiâm merely an imitation of human nature. a shell of a human being. itâs not worth trying to pry anything more from me.â
you rolled your eyes. âi think i can decide that for myself.â you grabbed his arm and dragged him back into the room. he was stiff but to your surprise, he gave up fighting back.
âwhyâd you bother to come here?â
why did he?
this seemed to be the first question chishiya encountered that truly had him stumped. no amount of IQ could solve whatever equation was being presented here. what variable was he missing?
âyouâre wrong.â
you hadnât even muttered anything about it and he was already denying you.
âwhat? i havenâtââ
âi know what youâre about to think. so donât say it.â
you shut your mouth; a silent urge to get him to continue. he mustâve already been another step ahead, as he grew quiet too.
you started again, âi think youâre envious of something.â
well, that wasnât what he had anticipated but you were right nonetheless. you took his silence as a confirmation. âsometimes i wish i could be as apathetic as you. weird, right?â you let out a halfway laugh and shook your head. âmaybe itâs an asset in the healthcare world, but here, empathy is a liability. i guess we each want what we donât have.â
you noticed chishiya frown for a split second before his face returned to a blank slate. âiâm fine.â but it seemed like he was reassuring himself more than convincing you of it.
you hummed. âyour philosophy is flawed by the way.â you smirked at his quizzical expression. since when were you able to dissect him so effortlessly? âi know you believe you were only given life to prove something. about what, i donât really know. youâre complicated, chishiya. but youâre not what you think youâre made out to be.â
chishiya stared at you like you were now some foreign entity with five heads. he scoffed. âi find selflessness pointless and kindness idiotic. iâm a hollowed out version of humanityâs worst flaws.â
you smiled. out of every action you could have taken against him, you smiled. you found his rare vulnerability endearing. but more than that, it comforted you that even people like chishiya, condescending and calculating as he was, could have moments of naïveté just like you.
âflawed, yesââ
he quietly took offense to that.
âevery human is flawed. but hollow? yeah, you can be selfish and sociopathic at times. but thereâs more to your character than that, you know? not everything about you has to be conventional for you to be human.â
as the moments progressed, you began to get the sense that it wasnât his ego preventing him from realizing his faults. no, chishiya was scared to be proven wrong.
âyou heard me crying. i could see a sliver of your shadow from beneath the door. you waited there for like, 5 minutes at least. iâd say sadistic, but i think thatâs what you want us both to think. truth is, itâs not that simple, is it?â
âi told you to stop.â
ânot explicitly. you told me i was wrong, which i know is a lie.â
his tone intensified. âwhat are you hoping to get out of this?â
ânot me. you. why did you knock on my door?â
oh, but if he said it aloud, that would make it real. that was what scared him.
you saw the faintest twitch of his muscles relaxing. he felt safe here, in this room. safe, but all the more sullen.
when he came knocking on your door, how did he not see it sooner that it was you knocking through him?
like a silver locket, the guarded surface of his heart witnessed your desperate hand. searching, grasping for any line chishiya would throw your way. and once past the metal bars came your raised fist. your knock reverberated against his heart, echoing throughout the dark chamber.
maybe he was wrong. maybe he wasnât the only one that felt lost. maybe you had been lost too.
yet, somewhere in that deep labyrinth, somewhere in the midst of his cold warmth, you found place buried between the crevasses.
and somewhere along the way, somewhere along the stethoscope that connected his beating heart to yours, he found you too.

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