UPTOWN GIRL SHINICHIRO S.

UPTOWN GIRL ⏤SHINICHIRO S. 

SUM. : when a rich girl meets a mechanic after her new motorbike breaks down, a match made in heaven commences 

LENGTH : 10.7K

G. : mechanic shinichiro x rich girl reader, ; uptown girl inspired fic ; princess and pauper type vibes ; fluff ; some angst ; nobody dies ; modern social status ; yn is rich af ; shinichiro is a humble bike mechanic ; it’s a match made in heaven ; fight me if you dare ; sano siblings want yn as an older sister ; the parents aren’t shit for once 

A/N : this has been in the works for quite a while and is the full version of my shinichiro x rich girl reader timestamp  04:40. it’s quite a long fic i’m sorry, if you need to take a break in between, feel free XD, i did go a little bit overboard here. it took me a while to find the perfect title for this fic and when i realised it resembled a scenario from a particular music video, i just had to title it similarly. for those who know, you know ;)  

You’re no stranger to the privilege you had being born into such an affluent family; you didn’t need to worry about anything because you had everything you could ever want and more. However, that didn’t mean that you grew up entirely content; the difference in your status compared to many of your school mates was apparent and you easily became ostracised. No one wanted to befriend you as they were too afraid of offending you and getting in trouble whereas those that did befriend you made their greedy intentions very clear. 

Understanding your struggle and supporting your decision to live a normal life, your family drew you away from the public eye but still kept you in the circle of luxury and comfort their high social status permitted. You tried to lead an ordinary life but no matter your efforts, because of the blood in your veins, you were naturally gifted and still stood out. 

Incredibly studious (your father’s influence), talented in sports and martial arts (your brother’s shared hobby with you) and ethereally beautiful with a heart of gold (your mother’s teachings). It wasn’t just the social divide that excluded you, it was also the positive influence of your family that nurtured your talents and demeanour, it’s by their virtues that you shone despite your desire for an ordinary life. 

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hq boys and soulmates

daichi, tsukishima, oikawa

PAIRING: Oikawa Tooru x fem!reader

GENRE: fluff | friends to lovers | romance | soulmate au

wc: 3.3k

a/n: THIS has to be my favorite of all the three ive written for this series (´ ω `♡) i fell in love with the concept (maybe bc i resonate with them lmao) and i went overboard with this csjsbms i hope you guys like this as well! enjoy~

oikawa

He lets go of your wrist, and in a snap, Oikawa becomes frantic, almost like he’s losing his mind. He has his palms pressed on the socket of his eyes as he paces back and forth.

“Oikawa-san.” You call for his name, but his mind is elsewhere.

“Oikawa-san, please calm down!” You stop his trides by pulling the hem of his shirt. His hands fall to his sides as he peers at you. Worry and exhaustion clad his face. You never thought he’d react this way, not from someone who appears to have an unbreakable confidence.

“Listen.” You speak as your fingers ungrasps his shirt. Turning your back on him, you gather your hair in one hand while the other hand tugs the collar of your uniform, revealing your nape to him. Your voice came out clear.

“We’re the same.”

3 hours ago.

Stepping inside the volleyball gym would have been a nightmare for a person who hates crowds and social interaction. Still, luckily, you’re friends with Iwaizumi. Actually, ‘friends’ is barely a term for it. You happened to share one class with him last year and felt comfortable with each other’s presence. 

“Iwa!” You scream as soon as you spot him by the benches, tucking his jersey shirt inside his shorts. It is with a quick wave that you summoned him to come to you.

“Hey, what’s up?” He briefly smiles before pulling his eyes back to his tucked shirt, pulling out the linen near the garter out of his shorts so his top won’t be too stretched and tucked inside.

“Where’s the captain?”

“Shittykawa?” He arches brow making you titter. Although the nickname he has of him may appear insulting, his tone was rather coated with affection.

“Yeah, that guy. I need him for this.” You wave a notebook in your grasp in the space between you.

“He’s at the club room. The small building adjacent to the gym.” You quickly bid him thanks before jogging your way out of the volleyball gym. Following his directions, you find yourself in front of a mahogany door and rapping three consecutive knocks alerted the man inside the room.

“I’m still here-” 

Without thinking much of your actions, your hand lands on the doorknob, swiftly twist the it before pushing the door open. Your eyes immediately land on a toned bareback. His shirt is over his head, and the expanse of his dorsal is exposed to you. Your eyes capture the space below his nape, eyelids widening at the visual in front of you. As if sensing your eyes on him, his upper body turns. His eyes meet yours, mirroring your wide gaze.

“AH!” You both scream in unison. He jumps in surprise while your grip tightens around the knob as you pull the door close. Your hand rests on your chest as an attempt to steady your heartbeat. Your mind replays the image you saw seconds ago. Oikawa-san is…? You shake your head to the sides to stop the building thoughts in your head. You don’t want to intrude his personal life. Seeing the unmarked skin on his back is already means you have crossed lines.

“I have your notebook, and you have mine. I’ll wait for you after practice. Sorry!” Your shout behind the door before running away.

You have nowhere to kill time so have no option but to go back to the gym. Iwaizumi sees you climbing to the mezzanine and joining the rest of the students screaming and waving at the players. The men’s volleyball team have a practice match against another team today so everyone is anticipating it.

Leaning your body forward on the steel barrier to support your weight, your orbs lock with Iwaizumi who’s at the court waiting for you to notice him. He raises his hand up with his fingers spreaded apart. He rotates his wrists from side-to-side, a nonverbal way of asking “he’s not there?”

Immediately, embarrassement paints the tip of your ears. You smack the notebook to your face while your other hand stretches out. You pop your thumb out before drawing a straight across your neck. You slowly drag the notebook down just enough for him to see your eyes. Iwaizumi’s shoulders shakes from laughter, enjoying the distressed look on your face.

Albeit, the man of the conversation shows up minutes after your exchange with spiker. His expression is flat and he didn’t bother waving at the audience like he used to do. He walks pass iwaizumi without batting an eye at him. He neither look angry nor pissed but rather he appears clouded by his thoughts.  

The game ends with the homecourt winning two out of the three sets. You make it a point to sneak out and wait for Oikawa outside the gym as you lean back against the wall. Soon enough, your eyes spot a brunette walking with the rest of the third years of the volleyball team with a towel wrapped around his neck.

“Oikawa-san.” You call for him quietly and in a snap his charming smile washes off his face. You gulp, knowing exactly that you are the cause of his despair.

“Walk with me.” He pulls you by the wrist, making you slightly off balance. He didn’t bother bidding goddbye to his companion as he drags you out to the gate of the school. Your view hinders you to see the expression on his face but his grip on you is enough to tell you he’s pissed. The unusual behavior of the captain tugging a nameless student out of Aoba Johsai earned whispers.

“Where are we going?” You ask when his feet trails down an empty street.

“Somewhere where we can be alone.” He replies. You shift your attention to the signs on the streets.

Minamisakuracho, Higakisakuracho, Shiroishi… Then, it hits you.

The riverside.

The Shiroishi river is glamored in pink cherry blossom, attracting tourists and locals to feast in their eyes with its awe-strucking beauty. But for the first time, you completely ignore the breathtaking view. All you can think of is the thick air between you and the captain.

Upon reaching a spot by the riversider where no eyes can spy, he lets go of your wrist. In a snap, Oikawa became frantic, almost like he’s losing his mind. He has his palms pressed on the socket of his eyes as he paces back and forth.

“Oikawa-san.” You call for his name, but his mind is elsewhere.

“Oikawa-san, please calm down!” You stop his trides by pulling the hem of his shirt. His hands fall to his sides as he peers at you. Worry and exhaustion clad his face. You never thought he’d react this way, not from someone who appears to have an unbreakable confidence.

“Listen.” You speak as your fingers ungrasps his shirt. Turning your back on him, you gather your hair in one hand while the other hand tugs the collar of your uniform, revealing your nape to him. Your voice came out clear.

“We’re the same,” You expose to him your unmarked skin just below your nape. In a world where society dictates your ability to feel emotions through tiny moles marked on your back, it takes a huge toll for glitches to appear normal in the eyes of the typical. Glitches are humans without marked skin. They are seen as a void. An emotional filler before you find your true love.

Supposedly, each person has a mole or moles on their back dotted along their spine. The number of moles determines the number of times you fall in love. For a person with two moles, it takes them one lover before finding their soulmate. A person with three takes two lovers before they meet their final mate, but for someone who has none, falling in love is never part of their fate. They are not destined for someone and in the same logic, they are claimed to be emotionless.

Like, you and Oikawa.

“Is that what you’re worried about?” You free your hair, letting it sway on your back before turning around to face him. His lips are ajar, his eyes held you endearingly. You continue, boring your eyes at him. “Your secret is safe with me.”

He steps in, surprising you as he wraps his arms around your body. His head is pressed next to yours and he mutters in reply. “Thank you.”

The following weeks went by quickly, in parallel with your growing friendship with Oikawa. You assumed that the confrontation by the river he would make him stir away from you. You thought you’d become a constant reminder of his shortcomings. But contrary to your assumption, he stuck up to you like a lost kitten growing fond of a stranger passing by.

“(Y/n)!” A hurried voice resonates from the hallway outside your classroom. You turn your head to see who it is but judging from the voice alone you could almost tell who it is.

“Tooru?” The way you said his first name earns whispers among your classmates. Bothered by the unwanted attention you’re getting, you approach Oikawa, and he instantly pulls you out to the hallway. He caves you between his body and the wall as his hand plants on the space next to your head. He crunches down to match your height.

“They’re changing our jersey to a non-collared shirt for summer. Our adviser wants us to try it now to test if it’s comfortable.” His voice is already low enough for the two of you to hear, but his following statement came out quieter. “The skin below my nape is exposed. I checked it in the mirror.”

Suddenly, an idea struck you.

“I have a plan.” You say, running back to your seat to grab a marker. You emerge back to the hallways, waving the marker to his face. In an instant, his eyes sparkle in hope. 

“Let’s go.” 

He leads you inside the gym to the back part of the room. A small door leads to what seems like a stock room. He turns the knob and pushes it open. “Here.” He ushers you to come in. 

This is a suspiciously cramped space for two people, but you didn’t think twice as you followed him inside and instead, you focus on today’s goal. Nonetheless, your lids peel in panic and shock at the boy taking off his shirt.

“Woah, wait.” You say in surprise, hands fiddling around, torn between keeping them at your side or covering your eyes with it. 

“What? You’ve seen my naked back before.” He casually says. He tearing your hands away from your face, shooting you a smile. Your eyes ogle at his naked back, feeling like an intruder watching someone change clothes. He kneels down before you, his back facing you. He speaks.  “This is not something new to you, and you have to nail my fake birthmark. Now, quick.”

“Demanding.” You scoff as you approach him. He turns his head to glance at you through his shoulder.

“Please?” He sweetly says, winking, thereafter, earning another scoff from you. 

“How many times do you want to fall in love?” You ask. He twists his neck sideways to look at you, orbs held earnest. You never thought he’d take your question seriously.

“Once.” His voice shifts from playful to serious. You nod at him though he can’t fully see you. You place your palm on his shoulder as you carefully aim at the spot where most people have it. He’s reticent, and you can imagine his face in deep thought even though you can only see the back of his head.

“Does it bother you when people find out you’re a glitch?” He breaks the silence.

“It used to but not anymore.” The tip of the marker kisses his skin, leaving a perfectly fake birthmark on his back. Your mouth forms an “o”  closes the gap between the two of you as you blow on the wet paint. Your warm breath sends shivers down his spine.

“They call us glitches or emotionally numb individuals, but I don’t think that’s the case. Sure, they say that people with marks fall in love intensely. I’ve read books about how their stomach turns, or how their heads feel light when their partner kisses them or touches them but there is not much data about us because we fall into the 5% of the population. All articles about glitches are written by the marked ones. How can they be sure that we can’t fall in love too? So, I thought maybe… maybe we love differently.” 

He caughts you unguarded as he turns around to face you. You keep your feet on the ground as he draws his face to you. The curves of his features softens and a hint of affection and admiration burns in his eyes. The corners of his lips pull into a smile, the same rare genuine smile you saw on the riverside. 

“Turn around.” He says as soon as he snatches the marker away from your grip. Your feet move hesitantly and stop at where your side faces him. His hand gathers your hair to one side as he dips closer to you. His face unlawfully too near yours as the cold tip of the marker lands on your warm skin, marking a dot below your nape.

He pulls back to hold your gaze. You blink at him repeatedly as you feel your cheeks burn at the way he’s looking at you. You have never seen him in this way. He is longing, almost like he’s memorizing every inch of your face. His smile remains on his face as he peers at you fondly.

“I think I feel it. I hope you do too.” He murmurs to himself. Albeit, it was inaudible to you.

“Hm?” You hum in question but he responds with a shake of his head.

“Nothing.” He playfully stains your cheek using the marker, painting your right cheek with a black streak. He stands on his feet and turns his back to you. Still lost in thought, you watch him pull his shirt over his head. What the hell was that? He walks past you and opens the stock room door, revealing Iwaizumi walking by. The spiker pauses when he spots you two inside the stock room.

“Okay, what is going on here?” A smirk plays on his face.

“The ventilation.” You spit out in panic.

“Hm,” He nods at you unconvincingly.

“It’s, uh, broken. Tooru showed it to me.” You bit your tongue. It’s clear as daylight that you’re a terrible liar.

“TOORU showed it to you.” He emphasizes your use of first names.

“Yeah, we’re fri-” Oikawa cuts you off when he drapes his arm over your shoulder.

“You’re embarrassing her, Iwa-chan. The stock room is nice place but a bit dusty. Why do you care if we spend time there?” He sneers. Iwaizumi narrows his eyes at the captain and shoots you a knowing smile before leaving the two of you. You nudge Oikawa’s side using your elbow when the spiker is out of sight.

“You made it sound like we’re doing something we’re not supposed to!” You pull him down by his shirt, making him crunch down to your level.

“My words were vague. It’s up to him how he takes it. Besides, it makes us look like a couple. I have one mark on my back, and so do you. If we appear like a couple, the rest of the students will stop breathing down my neck to see how many marks I have.” He straightens his back. 

Likewise, it works to your advantage since you feel uncomfortable when people ask the number of moles you have, so fake dating Oikawa will lessen the talks around you.

“I guess we can work on that, boyfriend.” You shrug, shooting him a smile. “Anyway, I have to go.” 

“Wait.” He says. You turn your body to see him. “Did you hear what I said a while ago?”

“No.” You study his face. His brows form a scowl on his forehead nonetheless he smiles.

“Meet me by the river after practice.” He flashes you a teeth-showing smile, his Duchene marks showing on his face.

Hence, you head to the gym after classes to wait for him. After practice, Oikawa jogs to you the minute it ends. On the other hand, Iwaizumi sees you together, shooting you a teasing smile. He mouths you “update please.” But you scowl at him in return, thus earning a chuckle form him.

The whole walk to the river is in pure silence. It’s not unusual to walk with him in silence since there are times when the two of you would prefer to indulge yourself in nature and keep your words to yourself. Soon, you both reach the destination. You flump at the grass near the river, and he does the same. You rest your weight on your hand as it anchors behind you. Your one leg folded up while the other stretched across the dry land.

“I have something to say.” Oikawa states. You look at him only to realize that he has been staring at you the entire time. You push yourself up to sit, before dusting off your hands. You stretch out a smile as you wait for him to continue.

“What is it?” You say, squinting your eyes as the sunset hue glares behind his figure.

“I love you.” He utters. Your lids strip open though the sun blinds your vision. You look at him, probably, waiting for him to tell you it’s a joke, but the unwavering expression on his face tells you otherwise. “Heck, I don’t even know if I have the right to say I’m in love but what I feel for you is something I have never felt before. As a glitch, I’d like to believe we have the power to choose our soulmates, and I choose you.” 

Your heart skips a beat.

You put your hand over your chest as the overwhelming loud thumping of your heart begins to deafen your hearing. At the same time, your palms turn cold and numb. Your stomach twists in knots and tiny prickling sensations crawl up to your cheeks.

“Are you okay?” Oikawa says when he sees you clutching onto your shirt. Then, you remember all the books you’ve read. The ones were written by the marked ones. The uncontrolled heartbeats are followed by necessary action. A step that will take you farther and deeper into your emotions.

To prove your hunches.

So, you lean froward. Your hands landing on his shirt as you pull him close to you. Your mouth aims for his lips, and without much thought you land a peck on his plumped ones. It was short yet remarkable. Pulling back from the quick kiss, you watch him experience the phenomenon. If he physically feels it, then you might be right. Maybe glitches aren’t numb. You are capable of feeling love. Your cheeks burn bright crimson as your teeth claw on your bottom lip. Oikawa feels his pulse through his neck as his eyes stare at you. His pupils dilates and his ears turn red.

“Can you feel it too?” Your eyes mirror his’. He nods. 

“One more.” He says before crashing his mouth against yours. This time it wasn’t a peck. His lips envelop yours as it lazily moves around every inch and corner of your mouth. His mouth tastes like a lemon power drink, the one he drinks during matches and practices. A warm hand cups your cheeks, guiding you to switch directions, lips momentarily leaving yours as his head tilts to the other side. You moan as he goes deeper into the kiss, feeling his thumb rubbing against the crest of your cheek. He pulls back slowly, just enough for him to rest his forehead on yours.

“I love you too,” You say between breaths.

a/n: i hope you enjoyed this! as always likes and rbs are always welcome!~

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pervert! manjiro is your best friend, you‘ve been friends for over 5 years now.

pervert! manjiro who thinks you‘re adorable, he loves the way you‘re so innocent, it makes him gets so turned on :( the way you‘ve never touched yourself because you‘re scared & don‘t how :((

pervert! manjiro who steals your panties every time he comes over, & you would be so clueless about it, everytime he sees you distracted he would sneakily slip away & go to your bedroom, he would search for your already used panties in your laundry & he would pick them up & shove them in his pocket.

pervert! manjiro who's a pervert & doesn‘t even try to slightly hide it, he‘d grope & play with your boobs all the time & you being so dumb & innocent you think that it's okay for him to do that! manjiro also reassures you about it & says that it's okay! :)

pervert! manjiro who would cuddle you & have his face between your breasts, basically drooling on them.

you felt his hard dick brush against you, causing you to let out a gasp, mikey‘s breathe hitched once he felt his dick brush against your clothed cunt, "y/n...c-can you help me...?" mikey asked in the softest tone you‘ve ever heard him talk in.

mikey tucked down his pants along with his boxers, his hard cock sprung out which made you let out a gasp, "look y/n... it hurts" & you would believe him, it does look like it's in a lot of pain after all. his red tip, & his veins that run alongside his dick. you suddenly brushed your hands on the tip making mikey let out a whimper.

pervert! manjiro who would have you jerk him off, your small hands wrapped around his length, your strokes were slow, scared that you might hurt him :((

at the end mikey would be cumming all over your hands, sticky & hot substances covering your hands. while Mikey was trying to calm down after his orgasm, your curiosity got the best of you & you decided to taste his semen, you quickly licked your finger that had a little of mikey‘s semen on them.

pervert! manjiro who caught you doing that & his cock got hard again, without mentioning that he saw you tasting his cum he just pulled you into an unexpected kiss, "y/n...it‘s not enough, your pussy needs to help too" he whispered in between the kiss.

mikey‘s fingers brushed against your cunt, "can i put it in?" & You nodded, you don't mind giving your first time to manjiro! he is the sweetest after all, he‘ll also probably take good care of you! :))

idk what to say with kaku being hot and the fact that Izana heard it aggshwhsnnnnn!!!!

Kakucho x Fem!Reader

Summary: Christmas dinner with the Sano Family Household!

Word Count: 1976 Warnings: Manga spoilers (final arc), established relationship, cursing, and smut (kissing, grinding, spanking, Kakucho calling reader pet names, a bit of Dom!Kakucho, bondage, oral, edging, creaming, creampie, and a little aftercare). 

Tag: @mekiza for Secret Santa Collab and my person I am writing for is @nanamis-wifey-reye! I hope you like this :)

Special Thanks: EB for proofreading!

Like, reblogging, and kind comments are appreciated.

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The sound of the oven beeping, alerts you to grab oven mitts and open the oven’s door.  Once open, the aroma of your dish makes your mouth water. Mmmm, it’s perfect, smiling to yourself while pulling your dish out to carefully placing it on the counter. Izana and your beloved boyfriend, Kakucho, are hosting a small early Christmas dinner in their shared home. Christmas music is playing in the background, the Sano family is setting up the dining table, and the laughter of Emma’s and Draken’s newborn baby girl brings joy to everyone's ears. Removing the over mitts from your hands, someone slides their strong arms around your waist, leaning against you.

“Smells good,” Kakucho snuggles his head into the crook of your neck, “but not as good as you.” His hair tickles your neck, making you giggle softly. “Anything I can do to help, baby?”

“No, just waiting for this to cool down a bit before I take it to the table-” Kakucho releases you to grab the hot dish with his bare hands, “Ah wait! Kaku it’s too hot-!” You worry that his hands might get burned.

“I got it.” He smiles softly, giving you a quick peck on the forehead before bringing it to the dining table. Everyone stares at your dish, complimenting how it looks and delicious smells. Kakucho proudly gushes how amazing of a cook you are, bringing a bright and shy smile on your face.

Kakucho and you have been together for about two years. You two first met at Izana’s non profit organization ‘Tenjiku’, where you were one of the volunteers. You make bento boxes for the underprivileged orphans and play with them along with the others.

“It’s time to eat!” Izana gathers everyone to come sit at the dining table. You sit between Kakucho and Emma. Everyone passes the plates around to load the appetizing food and offers choices of holiday drinks. The conversations at the table vary between Mikey’s recent race competition, Shin’s bike shop, Izana’s organization, and Emma’s and Draken’s newborn. You hold their newborn, who is the exact copy of Emma. Blonde hair and big blue eyes. Blowing raspberries on her cute little tummy, she laughs while kicking her little feet. In the corner of your eye, you notice Kakucho staring at the both of you in a loving gaze. 

“What is it?” Tilting your head to the side, Kakucho breaks into a tender smile.

“Nothing, just think how cute you are.” Your cheeks have a little heat from his sudden compliment. Not knowing what to say you go back to playing with the baby. After the big feast, everyone is hit with food-coma. Feeling a bit tired yourself, you decide to take a nap in Kakucho’s bedroom. Heading to his bed, you slide into his warm comfy sheets. You lay face down, smelling his pillows which smells just like him and wrap yourself deeper into his comforting scent. “[Y/n]?” Hearing a light knock on his door, “Are you in here?”

“I’m in here.” Kakucho opens the door to find you all bundled up and chuckles.

“What are you doing, baby?” Leaning against the door frame with a sexy grin. 

“Just… missing your scent.” He raises one of his eyebrows, then comes into his bedroom, closes his door and makes sure it is locked. 

“If you miss my scent,” Sliding into the bed next to you and pulling your body onto his muscular body, “all you have to do is straddle me.” Laying on top of him, he rubs his large hands on your wonderland body, lighting your skin in a blaze. His hand moves your hair out of your face, tucking behind your ear. The way he looks at you, it’s as though you are the only woman for him. His fingers gently pull your face towards his, kissing your soft lips. 

The kiss starts off slow but deep, his other hand slides towards your ass and gives them a squeeze. Gasping, he slips his tongue into your mouth to play with yours. You moan into the steamy kiss and grind your hips to feel his clothed cock. He lets out a sexy low groan and spanks your ass, urging you to keep doing that. Moving your hips more, your panties get more wet. The friction of rubbing your clothed clit against his is infuriating. You need more.

“Mmm Kaku… need you.” You whimper close to his lips, pleading with your sensual gaze. Fortunately, you are wearing a dress, making it easier for him to slide his hand under to pull your wet panties off. Impatiently, you remove his trousers and boxers and toss them to the side. About to touch his large hardened cock, he stops you. “Kaku?” Not understanding why.

“You worked so hard today.” He sits up, the way his cock sliding across your wet slit makes you squeak. “Let me take care of you.” Flipping you onto your back, he reaches over to his side table to grab something from his drawer. It is a  gold rimmed, translucent ribbon, normally used for wrapping presents.

“What are you doing?” You ask him curiously, he smirks.

“I want to try something new. Do you trust me?” Nodding your head without hesitation, he grabs your chin and stoically stares into your eyes. “I’m going to need to hear you say it, baby girl.” Whoa, you did not know he had this side of him. Kakucho is normally a loving and tender lover. Excitement courses through your body, your clit throbs like crazy.

“Yes, I trust you.” He grabs your hands and ties the ribbon together in a nice, not too tight bow. Kakucho places a tender kiss on your wrists, then holds them against your tits. Sliding his muscular body down, his breath on your wet slit brings you shivers. 

“You have been so good this year.” Kakucho teasingly kisses your inner thighs, intentionally making your legs twitch with anticipation. “Just relax and be a good girl.” Sending you a dark smoldering look before diving into your drench cunt. You gasp loudly, his tongue aggressively and enthusiastically licks your entire pussy like it is his dessert. The wet lewd sounds his appreciation grunts, your stifled moans are all you can hear throughout his bedroom. His warm tongue slurping your jewel and slipping two fingers into your entrance. 

“Ah, Kaku~” Fucking his fingers into your tight hole, hitting your sweet spot. Over. And over. And over again. “I-I’m about to cum-!”

“Not yet.” His eyes meet your shocking gaze, he never edged you before. Whining, you are doing your best to hold back your orgasm. However, he makes it difficult for you especially with how hard he is sucking on your clit. 

“Kaku, please! I-I can’t take it!” You plead with tears forming in your eyes, but Kakucho still rejects you. Throwing your head back in, you try to squirm away from him in rebellion but his grip on you is strong. Kakucho looks back up at you, letting out a small chuckle. Where do you think you’re going? Feeling a little bad for making you hold out, he breaksway his lips from your swollen clit. 

“Does my poor baby want to cum?” Nodding your head while whimpering, he blows air into your pussy and your legs twitch. “Use your words.”

“Yes, yes! Please, please, please. Need’ta cum. Wanna cum so bad.” You quietly beg him, tears roll down your heated cheeks. He had never witnessed this look on your face before, it made his cock throb hard. You look so pretty with your cheeks flush and the way you desperately whine for him. He loves it. Using his free hand, he cups your cheek and smirks.

“Hold on for just a little longer.” Not giving you a chance to plead, he easily split your pussy with his hardened cock. You yelp how rough he is with you, but you are all for it. He slams his cock aggressively, making his bed squeak and headboard hit against the wall. His harsh pace is making it even more difficult for you not to scream in pleasure. Especially the way Kakucho hits your g spot, your eyes rolling back. To add more intensity, he slides his hand down to your neck and grabs it to rut his cock into your cunt mercilessly. 

“F-fuckkkkkk.” You can’t take it anymore, accidentally cumming and creaming around his girth without permission. Does Kakucho care? No. Absolutely not. This turns him feral to see white substances around his cock. He continues his pace relentlessly to keep you high in pleasure. Once he feels you are back down, he flips your shaky body and lifts your hips up.

“Shit, baby.” Spreading your pussy with his hands, he sees how creamy and messy you are. “Look so good.” Pushing his cock back into your tight messy hole, he watches your ass bounce. He smacks your ass but not as hard as he likes because the house is quiet and he did not want anyone to interrupt. You moan erratically and gripping into his sheets, he is turning your brain into mush. Kakucho grabs your hair, twirls it, and pulls it hard while fucking you like a jackhammer. 

“Oh, god-!” Kakucho covers your mouth with his other large hand to prevent you from alerting everyone in the house. 

“You gotta stay quiet baby.” He breathlessly instructs you, feeling your drool dripping into his palm. Not bothersome for him, Kakucho keeps going at a steady pace. His cock starts to pulsate, ready to paint your walls. Sweat drips on his forehead, he softly pants, and his rhythm grows sloppy. “Argh, baby.” He moans, thick ropes of cum fills you up. Pulling his cock out, thick loads of cum dribble out of your pussy. “Baby, are you alright?” Leaning forward, swiping loose hair strands on your glowing face. 

“Yeah,” You smile while dropping your hips down, trying to calm your racing heart, “are you?” Kakucho helps untie the ribbon and check your wrist to make sure there are no marks on them.

“I’m alright, I hope I wasn’t too rough with you.”

“No no, that was new and amazing.” Looking back at him curiously, “What made you try this?” You couldn’t tell if his cheeks are red from the rough sex you two had or because he is embarrassed since he is rubbing the back of his neck. 

“It was something I was curious about.” You can tell he wasn’t telling you the whole truth, but not wanting to push further you let it go. “Stay here, I’ll go grab a towel to clean you up.” You nod, letting your tired eyelids drop. Kakucho grabs his boxer and steps outside of his bedroom to find a hand towel in the hallway closet. 

“So did you try it?” Izana’s voice startles Kakucho. He stands behind the closet door when Kakucho closes it.

“I, uh…” Izana’s teasing smirk widens, knowing he helped spice up their sex life. Not that Kakucho nor you were complaining about it. It was Izana that was concerned.

“You know my room is across from yours right? I heard you both. Seems like [Y/n] is really into it since I can hear her this time.” 

“Izana, please.” Kakucho’s cheeks are as red as a tomato.

“Alright, alright I’ll drop it.” Raising both of his hands up playfully. “Though, I wasn’t expecting you to do this now, when everyone is in the house. Didn’t know you are that kinky, Kakucho.” Teasing him one last time before Kakucho runs back to the room to get away from this embarrassing conversation and Izana chuckles. “Consider this as a pre Christmas gift, [Y/n].” He heads back to his bedroom to start wrapping lots of presents to bring to the orphans at Tenjiku on Christmas Day. 

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Baji Sousuke

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Imagine Baji Keisuke having an older brother who lives with his father for a bit because he is too much for their mother to handle.

The older brother of Baji helps them to provide Mikey’s dream bike

Sousuke and Takeomi Bad Chemistry

Sousuke with Child!Draken + Child!Emma + Child!Keisuke+ Child!Mikey

Why Sousuke is so loyal to Shinichiro?

Sousuke Baji Appearances

Drabble:

Sousuke and Shinichiro become friends

Child!Mikey with Teenager!Sousuke

I rather take my own life than hurting you

Everything is different now (Sousuke Baji)

He is my son. If he dies, I will wreck your shit! (MANGA SPOILERS)

Heartbroken (1) (MANGA SPOILERS)

Keeping my word (2) (MANGA SPOILERS)

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Updated: 12/28/2021

i think you're so good and i'm nothing like you. // i.k.

pairing: Izana Kurokawa x reader

wc: 1.7k

synopsis: No matter how hard you try to make the wrong puzzle pieces fit, there's always going to be a gap between the edges — or, Izana thinks the differences are too jarring and he’s not worth the effort.

tags/cw: hurt/comfort, insecure!izana, alluded rich!reader, very descriptive language; pls let me know if im missing anything

a/n: so this was supposed to be part of the little ask game i did a long while ago, full fic format bc word count plus the effort i put into this, the style is a little out of my comfort zone ngl :) thank you so much to my beloved @tetsutits for betaing as well as @thelastoreo and @mosviqu my beloveds for giving me lots n lots of input as well :D

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Never will the warm glow of the sun setting behind rows upon rows of blooming grapevines, not take his breath away. It was so close yet so far; he swore he could touch it just by extending his hand. Even from afar, it felt warm against his tan skin, kissing his body with a warmth similar to the one he felt when he laid beside you.

Despite his aversion to being alone, or more accurately his aversion to being lonely, sometimes he needed the alone time to ground himself and think. You knew that, so it wasn’t a surprise to hear the crunching of gravel underneath your sandals as you took slow yet steady steps, the same way you would approach a scared kitten. Still, though your presence usually brought comfort and calmness, he couldn’t help but feel the way his heart picked up speed inside his chest, each beat anxiously vibrating harder and harder against his ribcage.

“Dinner's almost ready, ‘was looking for you.” Your voice, soft and sweet, coated with just a hint of the Cabernet Sauvignon your family loved to share; wine more expensive than the life insurance he did not have. He could feel how his heart picked up speed inside his chest, each beat vibrating harder and harder against his ribcage, at the sound of your voice. “You okay?”

He could feel his throat knotting up, swallowing up the scream he so desperately wanted to let out. It made him feel like a teenager again, crying after he found out his brother ‘wasn't’ actually his brother; his vocal cords were on fire as tears poured from his eyes, and though they were camouflaged by the cool rain, they fell scorching hot, burning his cheeks like acid. 

And now he was here, standing with his back facing you as he tried to figure out the best way to prevent all those bottled-up thoughts from spilling out. And he knows, he is well fucking aware that communication is this and communication is that, and communication is important, otherwise, he was going to drown trying to escape the endless sea made up of his own thoughts, but he wouldn’t. He’d rather see his lungs well up with salt water than talk about the insecurities nipping at his skull.

He wouldn’t allow himself to ruin this, not after learning what it felt like to be loved and cherished and wanted. Not after making promise after promise, not after planning everything down to a t, after your family had oh-so-gracefully offered one of their properties in Tuscany as venue and had everyone flown down to Italy for a whole week. 

He couldn’t do that to you.

And yet he did. Coaxed by the warmth of your hand against his as it rested on top of the railing overlooking the vineyard.

“I feel like I don’t belong.” He swallowed. 

“Iz—“

“Just,” he pleaded, finally plucking the courage to talk about what had been bothering him ever since he got here. “Please, just let me finish.”

You nodded, knowing he wouldn’t continue until he got your reassurance.

“There’s, um, there’s this voice in the back of my head just telling me over and over again that there's something wrong, that I shouldn't be here, and the more I think about it, the more it makes sense,”

“You’re smart and funny and kind, and people love you and you managed to befriend my godawful broth— step-brother, how did you even do that? He’s so annoying, but that's beside the point, you're so good, too good,

“And if what everyone keeps saying is true, that the ‘opposites attract’ theory can only be proven right by looking at us, if— if we’re complete opposites then that means I’m even worse than bad, it means I’m awful, pathetic, I–” 

He lets out a heavy sigh, raking his free hand through his slightly overgrown locks. His lips were pursed into a tight line, he bit into his cheek as if the slight pain would refrain his eyes from misting. You don’t move despite the urge to hold him close, you knew he wasn't done.

“I’d like to tell myself that it isn't true, but I’m not the only one who thinks that, some of the people here can’t help but look down on me, and they're not even subtle about it,"

“I know your dad doesn't like me at all,” he let out a dry laugh; to lighten the mood or encourage himself, you didn't know. “Remember when we had dinner together for the first time? He couldn't even believe we went to the same college,"

“Everything’s just a constant reminder that no matter where I am, no matter where I go, I’m just meddling,"

“I meddled my way into the Sano family, I meddled into a friend group that probably hates me, and now I’m meddling into yours, into your life!"

“And it's so confusing because I feel so good when I’m with you, I feel like I'm home and like I’m safe and like everything's gonna be alright,” he turned to you, locking gazes despite his eyes being swallowed by tears he could no longer contain; he looked so small, so fragile in a way he always was but never showed. “And I know it’s selfish to want to keep you, but I just can't help but feel that you’re making a mistake by choosing me.”

Eyes heavy with sorrow, you’re sure he was holding back his breath waiting for a response; the tightness in his chest at the lack of oxygen less painful than another—though unlikely still possible—rejection. After the dramatic monologue exposing his feelings of inadequacy and insecurity he’s sure you’d call the whole thing over before it can even start. Don’t get him wrong, he’s shared his fair amount of emotional baggage and not once did you cast him aside because of it. In fact, every time he talked to you about whatever it was that plagued his mind he couldn’t help but feel your worry. It was like you had the utmost necessity to sew his wounds back together, kiss the ragged skin in the process. He trusted you like no other, and yet, though he can acknowledge the irrationality of his thought pattern, he can't help but indulge it, let the thoughts feed on his brain until his skull is rotten and empty. 

He could feel his heart crack once he felt the warmth of your skin slipping away, like a cruel premonition whispering your departure. The urge to apologise burned inside his chest and the words, bitter like bile, settled at the bottom of his throat.

“You’re not a mistake,” cupping his face in between your hands, you gingerly wipe the stray tears rolling down his cheeks. Your words were soft like silk as they tried to mend the cracks in his heart, sprinkle them with gold. The gentleness made his eyes well up with tears once again, sobs bubbling up in his throat and threatening to escape. “You’ll never be a mistake,” 

Too weak, too fragile, your warm palm against his bare skin, your touch silently whispering that he was safe, that everything was going to be okay; the shimmer in your eyes, the softness of your reassuring smile, it’s enough for him to break. He cries against your body, holding you tight between his arms as if you might disappear once he lets go. He coughs through ragged breaths, choking on his own sorrows and, in spite of the uncontrollable crying, he’s able to focus on your touch, raking your fingers through his hair and leaning your cheek against his head to give him some sort of grounding weight.

“You’re my one and only,” you whisper, holding his trembling body impossibly closer with as much desperation, as if you too, thought he might disappear. You place a tender kiss on the side of his head, softly rocking the both of you in your place until the heart-wrenching sobs turn into soft sniffles. “And I promise you,” nuzzling your cheek against his hair, you almost stumble over your own words, like pressing a freshly formed bruised, the rawness in your chest makes you internally flinch in hesitation. But it’s Izana who you’re talking to, and if anyone deserved to know the sheer importance of their existence, it was him. “Forever and always, for as long as you’ll have me, I’ll be yours the same way you’re mine.”

You stayed like that for a while, in each others’ arms, even after the sun had fully disappeared behind the horizon, the sky now a mix of pinks and purples and orangy hues. His breathing had evened out by now and had the both of you not been standing, you would’ve sworn he had fallen asleep. That was until he raised his head, with his eyes still tightly shut, and leaned his forehead against yours, “Thank you for loving me.”

You pecked his lips, softly rubbing your nose against his, making a wobbly smile break through his lips. “And thank you for loving me.”

The tender moment is broken by an incoming call, the sweet melody of an acoustic guitar as your ringtone makes him melt even more; it was him playing. He could hear both of your soft giggles in the background, and he remembers very well that one time you stayed up until the wee hours of the morning when you recorded him playing in secret and then had a playfight over your phone to delete the video. You didnt delete it, and it surprised him you still kept it as your ringtone after all this time.

“Dinner’s ready now, we should get going,” you sigh, looking from your phone screen up at him, before tilting your head to the side and using your fingers to trail the edge of one of his earlobes, making him shiver in the process. “Right, ‘saw you left your earrings on the bedside table, why?”

“I– your dad doesn't like them very much.”

“Don’t listen to him, my dad doesn't like anything,” you half-joke, a hint of truth staining your words. “Can I put them on for you?”

From the pocket of your shorts you pull out the pair of hanafuda earrings, and he nods, shivering as your fingers delicately close the clasps.

“There you go,” you smile, making his cheek warm up as you check him out; your adoration for him clear in your eyes. “Pretty as always.”

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