PREMONITION OF LOVE

PREMONITION OF LOVE

pairing. sano shinichiro x f!reader

summary. after attempting to stop a break-in at his bike shop, shinichiro wakes up to find himself in an unfamiliar home with a wife and son that he does not have

note. spoilers, canon divergence. i’ll never wakui for not giving us more of shinichiro. i would absolutely love a prequel spinoff about him and the other first generation black dragons. likes and reblogs are always appreciated

The first thing Shinichiro noticed when he had woken up was the considerable pain radiating from the back of his head. The second thing was that he was no longer at his bike shop, apparently having gotten home somehow, as he now found himself lying on his living room couch. Though, it would be more appropriate to say that he was lying on someone’s living room couch, as the furniture around him failed to match that of his own apartment.

Holding his head in pain, Shinichiro continued to lie there in silence, not really wanting to deal with the pain of his head or the cloudiness of his memories. He could somewhat recall a break-in taking place at his shop earlier that night, but memories of this event were so distant and unclear. As he quietly waited for sleep to welcome him back, it was then that Shinichiro noticed the hauntingly similar-looking eyes that were staring at him, and he couldn’t help but be reminded of his own eyes.

“Papa, okay?” the young toddler before Shinichiro asked while staring up at him in concern.

“W-what? Kid, I’m not your dad,” Shinichiro managed to say through the midst of his pain and confusion. “I don’t even know who you are.”

However, this sharp and frigid answer only brought tears to the toddler’s eyes, as he was unable to understand his father’s sudden and inexplicable coldness and lack of affection. “P-papa forget Sen?”

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Sano Shinichiro

Title: I Love You A/N: Just some pure fluff for our best boy... <3

Whenever you are around, Shinichiro always made sure that he had his arms wrapped around you. Everyone would tease him, calling him a (Y/N) simp, since he clung to you whenever he could. You didn’t mind though, enjoying the attention that the male gave you. You knew all of his deepest worries, and insecurities because he opened up to you. For instance, he never really saw himself as attractive since he was rejected 20 times. Whenever he would say something like that, you would reassure him that he was attractive, and he would find someone that would see it one day. You would then explain, that it wasn’t just his looks that were attractive but his personality as well. 

That was why he never let you go. Every compliment you gave him, so effortlessly, made him fall for you more. Shinichiro would literally do anything for you, just to see you smile. He loved being the reason why you laughed and smiled. Don’t get him started on the way his heart rate increased to an inhuman speed when you hugged him or cuddled into his side. He was sure he would die if his heart sped up any faster.

Which led you to now, you both were watching a movie in his room. He had invited you over, and he didn’t take into account of how affectionate you were. So your head was on his chest and his arms were wrapped around you. He could barely watch the movie, to focus on trying to calm his heart rate. His eyes constantly trailed to you, as you kept your eyes on the movie. His arms tightened a bit around you before he tried to sneak a kiss on top of your head. You felt the pressure and looked up at him.

“What’s wrong?” You asked and he felt his ears turn pink.

“It’s nothing…” 

“Are you sure?” 

“I love you…” He blurted out. It took him a few moments to realize what he said, and he wished the bed would swallow him whole.

“… I love you too Shin~” 

“Huh?” He met your eyes and you gave him a shy smile.

“You do realize I mean… like love-love, more than a friend. Like~”

“Like dating-wise? I know, and I love you too,” it took Shinichiro a few moments to process what you said.

“(Y/N), this isn’t funny. Don’t joke around with me,” he mumbled. You instantly knew his insecurities were kicking in, so you paused the movie. You straddled his lap and cupped his cheeks. 

“I am not trying to be funny or joke around. I mean it, I will prove it,” you said. You leaned in and captured his lips in a sweet and innocent kiss. Shinichiro felt like the wind has been knocked out of him and he instantly put his hand on the back of your neck so you couldn’t pull away. He began to kiss back, with his free hand holding your waist. He deepened the kiss, licking your bottom lip which you parted willingly. He slipped his tongue past your lips and explored his newfound territory.

You were amazed by how good he was at kissing, and you felt like you were floating on cloud nine. The guy you had wanted for years, was finally yours. He gently pushed you on your back and hovered over you not once breaking the kiss. You moved your arms from his cheeks to wrap around his neck and held him closer. It was only when you both heard two voices coming into the room that you quickly parted away.

“Ew gross, Shinichiro get off of (Y/N). She doesn’t want you kissing her! She is supposed to marry me!”

“Shut up Mikey, she can’t marry you. You are way too young to marry (Y/N),” Emma said. Shinichiro quickly moved off of you, and you sat up with a bright blush. 

“What are you guys doing in my room? Get out,” Shinichiro said. 

“We want to hang out with (Y/N). You are hogging her all to yourself.” 

“Brat, she came over to spend time with me…” 

“So~ she doesn’t even like you. She is probably going to reject you for the 21st time,” Mikey huffed.

“Actually, she already said she loves me too. So beat that, brat.” Shinichiro said and Mikey rolled his eyes.

“(Y/N), tell him you are going to reject him and marry me.” 

“Uh~” 

“She can’t reject me if she loves me too.”

“Maybe you need to clean your ears out.” 

“No~ watch~ (Y/N), will you be my girlfriend? Please?” He asked, and you couldn’t help but laugh. 

“Sorry Mikey, your brother and sister are right. I can’t marry you, plus I really do love Shin~. And Shin, of course, I will be your girlfriend…” 

Shinichiro smiled widely, as he showered your face in nothing but kisses. He glanced at Mikey who was pouting and he stuck his tongue out childishly. 

“Shin~leave Mikey alone.” 

“Okay… now out you two.”

“Oo, will you marry him (Y/N)? If so that means we are sisters.” Emma bounced up and down and you couldn’t help but laugh.

“Shinichiro help~,” You said. 

“Of course she is.”

“Shinichiro! Not what I meant, we just started dating…” You exclaimed, face burning.

“It’s true, I am not letting you go. You are stuck with me.”

“I am gonna steal her away…” Mikey declared.

“If anything happens I will steal her away.” 

You face palmed and Shinichiro ended up chasing Mikey out of the room. Emma sat beside you. 

“Boys are weird.” 

“You got that right…” 

Bite My Tongue

For the life of me I could not get this scenario out of my head. MDNI! MINORS DO NOT READ!

Warnings: mentions of alcohol, smut, trapped in a closet with Izana, fingering, dry humping, biting, unintended peeping by reader, cheating (not by reader), Ran's kind of dick to the side chick, side chick gets called a slut, getting off at hearing someone else getting off, bah this was just a fucking thrill to write. Enjoy!

Parties were never your thing but when a friend asked you to go with them, you couldn’t really say no. Knowing whose party she was attending, you just couldn’t let her go by herself. The infamous Haitani brother’s were throwing a party at their lavish home, it was in celebration of some achievement that their gang made. At the party, you were both walking around with drinks in hand, finding acquaintances and making conversation with them. Though you were feeling a little on edge, you tried your best to enjoy the night. Someone’s gaze was fixed on you and your figure. There were too many people at the party to even try and figure out where the gaze was coming from. Once there were enough people, someone cut the lights and everyone cheered - they knew what was coming next. Colored lights began to shine and make patterns around the room, soon music started blaring through the speakers and a male figure emerged from behind the DJ booth. It was the youngest Haitani, Rindou. 

Soon people started dancing, you lost your friend in the crowd and decided to step away to get some air. In the kitchen you saw a group of men that were taking shots and smoking. The center of attention was the eldest Haitani, Ran. When his eyes landed on you, you knew you were in trouble, he was notorious for womanizing and getting what he wants. “I found my target for the night…” He said to the man next to him. Oh no…they are all here! You think to yourself as you notice that all of Tenjiku was here. Mochizuki, Shion, Mucho, Kakucho and the worst one of them all, Izana - their leader. The coy smirk on Ran’s face made you quickly turn around and walk the other direction. You could hear them chuckle behind you as you tried to squeeze through the crowd to try and find your friend. You heard the rumors about Tenjiku and how fucked up their leader was, you weren’t expecting them to be here at tonight’s party. A male friend of yours got into a scuffle with them before and ended up having to skip town because of the constant threats. Though you weren’t involved in this issue, you still held a grudge against them for all the bullshit they put your friend through. 

You stepped out to the balcony to try and get an actual breather but the peace didn’t last long. “Aren’t you (Friend’s name) friend?” You turned around to face Izana. He was standing by the doorway with a drink in hand. The cocky smirk he had on his face made you panic a bit. “I am…so?” You retorted and took a sip of your drink. “Oh? Is that so?” Izana said as he came closer and caged you to between the railing. You could feel his breath fan your lips as he looked down at you. He was giving you this look, a look that you haven’t seen before - almost as if saying ‘you shouldn’t be here’. You didn’t flinch, you knew the moment you did - he would have you right where he wants you. “If you’re trying to scare me - it’s not working, pretty boy.” You say as you lift his arm and walk away, you just ignited a fire in him. Once you gained some distance, you exhaled a sign of relief - you had no idea what you were doing. You didn’t know that your name and face had crossed their paths before, now you were wishing you hadn’t attended this party. 

Trying to find your friend, you found yourself weaving through the crowds - trying to avoid Tenjiku’s men. However, Rindou had the high ground and was watching your every move. He could see the panic on your face as you were failing to locate your friend. He made a quick signal to someone in the distance, almost as if he was giving your position away. With no luck finding your friend, you opted to check the rooms - there was a good chance she was riding someone’s dick. She loves to lay and that’s ok, just now wasn’t the time for this as there was the threat of Tenjiku’s men retaliating. Most of the rooms were locked, either they were in use or the Haitani’s didn’t want anyone prying into their personal space. When you managed to open one of the doors - you noticed it was a simple guest room, though you didn’t find what you were looking for, you stepped in and took a seat on the bed and exhaled. Maybe you could climb out the window and sneak out of the party without them noticing. You tried calling your friend’s phone but it went straight to voicemail, there was no way Izana would let you go after you pulled that little stunt earlier. Running into him now would be suicide, the man was known not to have mercy, they didn’t go easy on women either.

The sound of a familiar voice made your ears perk up, from outside of the room - it sounded like Izana and a few others were talking. “Find her…she needs to be put in her place…” Your blood went cold, the panic started to set in when they all agreed. Shit! Shit! Shit! Your voice screams in your head, now you’ve done it. You pissed off their leader and it sounded like he was out for blood. You had the flight or fly mode activated, your feet immediately dashed to hide in the closet. The sound of the door being opened made a knot form in your throat. Quietly backing away from the billfold doors, you covered your mouth to silence yourself - it felt like you were about to pass out. It was a classic horror movie scenario, the victim hides in the closet and then gets found by the monster and gets ripped to shreds. As the person checked the room, you could feel your heart in your throat. The billfold doors slowly opened and you screwed your eyes shut. “Oh? If it isn’t little miss thing…this is perfect timing actually.” The manicale tone made you squeak. Whoever was in front of you leaned in and whispered in your ear - “The show is about to begin…” Wait what?

You opened your eyes and saw a pair of deep purple eyes staring back at you. Izana Kurakowa had a wicked grin on his face. Before you could even say anything, the sound of the bedroom door handle jiggled and Izana stepped in the closet with you and closed the doors. He placed a finger over his lips to signal the ‘shh’ motion. The confusion on your face made him smile sweetly at you. The sound of two people stumbling into the room made your eyes shift and look towards the billfold doors. You recognized one of the figures, it was Ran Haitani - he was with someone else, a girl. “So, tell me again - you want me to fuck you into the mattress?” Ran’s tone was coy and playful, it made a shiver run down your spine and your face heat up. You turned to look at Izana, the look of shock and embarrassment made him almost give up his position, he was holding in his chuckle. You took out your phone and typed a message. ‘I NEED TO GET OUT OF THE CLOSET! I AM NOT STAYING HERE TO WATCH SOMEONE GET FUCKED!’ Izana took the phone out of your hands and began to type a reply. ‘You weren’t part of the plan but I guess you will do as a witness.’ What did he mean by that? Before you could respond, the girl giggled and the sound of someone's zipper echoed in your ears. Izana's face reflected concentration as the light from the doors touched his face, the fact that he wasn't trying to kill you for the earlier disrespect made you uneasy. He was prideful, what the hell was he doing here watching someone get off? 

Light moans filled the room as Ran began to finger the girl, he knew someone was watching when his eyes flickered towards the closet doors. You backed away a little, they planned this - but why? What made you even more uncomfortable was that they were positioned perfectly across the billfold doors, you could see everything and seeing his hand up someone's skirt was making heat creep up your face. The muffled sound of you swallowing thickly made him look in your direction. Your eyes shifted away from the door and Izana smirked, perhaps having you here was a better idea in the first place. He pulled up his phone and began typing. 'What's wrong? Aren't you enjoying the show?' The shit eating grin on his face made knots in your stomach. Before you were able to respond, a loud moan ripped through the silence, it made your eyes widen and jaw drop. Izana was savoring every second of this. You covered your ears and screwed your eyes shut, you didn’t want to hear anymore of this - especially while hiding in the closet. 

Izana reached over to move your hands down and away from ears, you refused to make any noise - what would be more embarrassing? Being found in the closet with Izana or being found in the closet while someone is getting finger fucked? You shook your head in a ‘no’ manner, making him smirk even more. You tried to cover your ears but his strength was just too much. “Tell me, pretty girl…you like being such a good little slut?” Ran’s coy voice cut through the sounds of slick and breathy moans. Your ears perked up when she began to moan louder. “Oh Ran…YES! YES!” The sounds made your body shudder, something that did not get past Izana as he was still holding your wrists. “Filthy little thing aren’t you? Your boyfriend has no idea does he?” Something wasn’t right, were they setting up this girl or something? Her over exaggerating squeal pierced your ears, it was painfully obvious she was trying too hard to sound sexy. You could feel Izana’s hands grip you harder, his eyes narrowed and you see a glimpse of anger bubbling out from his calm demeanor. Wait is she…? You think to yourself when you relax your arms a bit. Izana sensed you gaze upon him and let go of your wrists, his eyes never left Ran finger fucking the girl. 

It finally clicked in your head, the girl that Ran Haitani was messing with was Izana’s girlfriend. Ouch, you were not expecting this. “Why hurt yourself on purpose?” You whisper in his ear, he was a little caught off guard with how close you were to him. I mean you guys were hiding - you can’t just speak at normal volume. He smiled and whispered back, “If you let another man touch you knowing that you belong to someone else…then you aren't worth my time, my affection and besides this is a much more fun way to break things off. Don't ya think so?” The venom on his tongue gave you chills, it made you back away from him - the smirk on his face made some heat pool between your thighs. Though he had a point, it was still cruel. “Did you love her?” You surprised yourself by asking that so bluntly. He chuckled a little too loud, it made Ran snap his head towards the closet doors, the girl was too immersed in her own pleasure to notice that someone else was in the room. The moment he did, your arms flew up and covered Izana's mouth, pinning him on the wall. “Shh!” You said as quietly as possible There was panic written all over your face, you were still hiding and well how the hell were you going to explain yourself? You were not part of the original plan. The motion made a loud thud and the girl finally snapped out of daze to sit up. “What was that?” She was trying to shove Ran off of herself to get up and look around. You took the opportunity to pull Izana down to the floor and straddled his lap, pushing his back flat to the floor, motioning for him to tuck his feet in behind the hamper. There was a laundry hamper tall and wide enough to provide some sort of cover. Ran tried to get her back to bed but she was not having it. You began to layer clothes on top of your bodies and pulled the hamper in front of you both to try and blend in with the contents of the closet. You buried your face into his neck, “don’t move.” You say in a whisper. Izana could feel your thighs tremble as the silence became almost deafening. Izana could feel your lashes flutter against his jawline, hitting a ticklish spot and he twitched. Only it wasn't his upper body that twitched, something else between your thighs did. When you realized what it was, you felt heat in your belly and a throbbing sensation in your core. Your soft and shaky breaths against his neck made his member twitch again, it made your thighs clench around his hips. Your hands were resting on his chest, between both your bodies you could feel the uneven pace of both hearts pounding.

The sound of the closet doors being opened made you flinch. “I swear I thought I heard something…” You both hear her say. Ran was expecting for the girl to scream or gasp as she was sure to find Izana and he would be ready to break the girl's heart. To his surprise, the closet looked empty - where the hell did Izana go? She was about to pull the hamper out of the way but the sound of a loud knock on the bedroom door made Ran pull her away and he immediately closed the closet doors. A few muffled voices later, you could hear someone say that they were leaving. 

Once the bedroom door closed and there was no other sound in the room, you slowly began to sit up - almost afraid to make any noise. What if they were still in the room? When you peeled the laundry off, you looked down and the sight was to die for. Izana's hair was disheveled, his neck was exposed, his lips were parted and that half lidded stare - you couldn't deny that he made you feel something. It didn't help that your skirt was hiked up a bit due to the compromising position you got yourself into. It didn't take long for his hands to brush your thighs and grip them, making you almost gasp loudly. The coy smirk that grew wider reflected nothing but mischief. More sounds outside of the closet continued, they were still in the room and took their place back in bed. When you turned to peek through the billfold doors, you could make out Ran’s figure and the girl. 

At this point Izana no longer cared about his girlfriend, the moment you straddled his lap and pressed yourself against him - it felt like he was being set on fire. Your lashes fluttering against his skin and your shaky breaths on his neck had him on another planet. He was prepared to teach you a lesson when you insulted him earlier, but this? Perhaps there was a better way… The lewd thoughts were running rampant in his head. Even more so when you reacted to his cock twitching and throbbing between your legs. Seeing you on top of him made his member throb again, snatching your attention away from the doors. 

When you turned to face him, he sat up and was now centimeters away from your lips. Your eyes grew wide when he whispered in your ear, “Better stay quiet…you don’t want them to catch us do you?” Wait…what? “I was planning on doing something else for your little stunt earlier on the balcony…” Oh no, you should have been nicer to him but nooo, you weren’t thinking. The sound of Ran’s light and breathy moans made your thighs clench again. The girl was between his thighs and had a mouth full, she was gagging and moaning as Ran’s cock was hitting the back of her throat. Izana’s lips brushed against your neck and you almost moaned. Your hand immediately covered your mouth to try and keep quiet. His hands traveled north to grip your hips and he began to move your hips slowly to grind against his hardened member. You wanted to stop him but the friction was creating multiple sparks in your core. His tongue licked a long stripe from your collar bone to your jawline, making your eyes screw shut at the sensation. “If you wanted me, you could have just said so…” He snickered in your ear as you didn’t stop him from continuing his motions. You shook your head no, but he forced your hips down harder and you could feel your panties sticking to your folds. Izana began to trail light kisses from your jaw to your neck, you tasted like honey and he wanted more. 

His right hand moved up and under your shirt, making you back away but the hazy look in his eyes had you under a trance. When he realized that you weren’t wearing a bra, he just about groaned, luckily Ran’s moans were loud enough to drown out Izana’s voice. The way he rolled and pinched your pebbled nub made you involuntarily grind your hips against him, making him smirk and move his left hand up to pinch and roll your left breast. You had to swallow your moans in order to stay as quiet as possible, finding you both like this would be mortifying. Your arms wrapped around his neck and you leaned in to place a light kiss on his lips. Oh god, what is he doing to me…I feel like I’m on fire. You think to yourself as Izana parts his lips for you, allowing you to dart your tongue into his mouth, you could feel how he smirked against your lips. He broke the kiss to lift his hips and move back, taking you with him to lean back against the wall. He bent his knees making you lean back against them so that he could lift your blouse. Though you were in the dark, the light that bled through the billfold doors allowed him to see enough. Your perfectly round and perky tits made him curse under his breath. Izana dove face first and began to kiss the valley of your chest, making his way south to latch his mouth onto your nipple. You gasped softly and began to pant as he began to suck and nibble. His right hand moved up to cover your mouth, he didn’t want to compromise his position…yet. 

You began to ride him faster, the coil was slowly winding and getting tighter. Izana bit your nipple hard, purposely to make you react and you let out a silent scream. He could feel the vibration of your moans against the palm of his hand. Tears began to cloud your vision as he bit down harder making sure to leave you sore. Your dainty hands moved to grip his hair and pull it back - he pulled your nipple with his teeth and you thought you were going to scream. When he let go, your chest was heaving up and down and your eyebrows were furrowed. It was painful and you couldn’t help but like it. He slowly stretched his legs out, making you sit up and he leaned in to whisper in your ear, “Turn around…” Like a good girl, you did as you were told. He made you lean back against his chest and spread your legs open. He titled your head in his direction to capture your lips as his hand slid up your skirt, he could feel the wet and sticky spot on your panties and he chuckled. “Aw, you're wet just for me?” The condescending tone made you close your legs but he was quick to spread them open and wrap his legs around your ankles to keep them open. You hummed and shook your head no. “No? Then what’s this, hmm?” He says as his fingers run underneath your panty line and play with the slick that coated your folds. 

Izana’s fingers began to glide up and down, toying with your slick and making you clench around nothing. Your hands gripped his thighs as he plunged two fingers without warning into your tight cavern. He was making a mess out of you, your breaths were shaky and you were trying so hard not to be loud. God you felt like cumming, you were so close - his fingers were reaching deep, deeper than your small hands ever could. When he began to slide them in and out, your thighs trembled and he took notice. “Feels good, yeah?” He whispers as he puts more force and curls his fingers to hit that spot that made you see stars. “Izana-oh fuck…” You moan softly and bite your lip. “Shh…” He responds and proceeds to pick up the pace. The sound of your slick was getting a little louder as he kept getting you closer to heaven. Soon the room went quiet and Izana slowed down, allowing you to catch your breath. The silence did not last, Ran could be heard saying “We need to stretch you out first, now open wide…” The sound of a vibrator going off had you looking up at Izana, you wanted him to stretch you out too. “Not yet pretty girl…” He says as he withdraws his fingers from your dripping cunt. 

The room was filled with loud moans from Ran using a vibrating dildo on the girl, a mix of his name and god were repeated over and over again. The sounds were so loud that you could have gotten away with a few moans, but you couldn’t. You were almost certain you’d scream if given the chance to make any sounds. Izana began to trace light circles on your clit, making you arch your back and try to close your legs but he kept you spread open, almost painfully locking your legs in place. The coil was getting tighter and that spine tingling sensation was getting impossible to ignore. You tried to grip his hand but his left arm bound your wrists together, pinning them against your chest. “You can’t scream (Y/N)...” God, he was bringing you so close to the edge, you were in complete tears by him saying your name, your whimper made him want to break you. He was panting in your ear and making the heat ravage your core. When he put more pressure on your bundle of nerves and picked up the pace, your whole body began to squirm as your orgasm was clawing its way out. “I want to fuck you so bad…” Izana’s low and hungry tone in your ear makes your coil snap. Soft whimpers escape your throat as your toes begin to curl and your juices gush, coating his fingers. You bit back the urge to scream by biting your lip and trying to bury your face under his chin. “Fuck…look at the mess you made.” He says as he slows his pace and releases your wrists to tilt your chin up to plan a heated kiss on your lips.

You both remained lip locked until the sound of the girl huffing made you both break the kiss. Ran spoke loud enough for you both to hear. “Sorry, but a little slut like you doesn’t deserve my cock if you belong to someone else…you can see yourself out.” Ouch, he straight up played with this girl. She began to curse and yell at Ran as she stomped out of the room. Both you and Izana chuckled. The closet door swung open and Ran pulled the hamper out exposing you and Izana on the floor. You immediately covered yourself and squeaked, Izana wrapped his arms around you to help cover you up. “So this is why you didn’t come out, you could have fucking told me or signaled something…I would have kicked her out sooner…” His coy and playful tone made you blush. He was hinting at giving the room to Izana so that he could have fucked you in a more spacious and comfortable setting. “By the way sweetheart, you two weren’t as quiet as you think. That bitch was just too stupid to notice.” With that he winked at you and left the room, giving you and Izana some much needed privacy. Izana nuzzled his face in your neck and began to plant light kisses on your neck. “Wanna finish this at my place? You can be as loud as you want…I wanna hear you scream my name.”

End.

𝐍𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐘 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐍

timeskip draken x f!reader

summary: working in a motorcycle shop has always been a cool job, mainly when you had a caring boss like Ken Ryuguji, but things take a dark turn when you’re brought into his dark past.

cw: violence, bonten arc spoilers, contextualized in the last timeline before takemichi travels back.

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miniseries — part 1 / ?

“Need a ride home?”

Inui pulled you out of your thoughts on his way out of the shop.

“No, i’ll stay late tonight, thank you though” you waved him goodbye as he exited.

For weeks now you’ve been staying till after closing on the bike shop, where you started working as a gig, doing a little bit of everything, from sales to placing orders. Now, almost a year after you started to work here, Draken, your boss and the shop’s owner asked if you wanted to learn more about the mechanical aspects of motorbikes after he caught you several times peeking when he or Inui were changing parts, an offer you quickly accepted.

For that you had to stay after hours watching and listening while he explained to you what he was doing.

Draken was a great boss, his love for bikes was clear by the way he took care of them and the shop he took so long to build, what you respected the most about him was the way he dealt with customers, he never tried to gain more money off their lack of knowledge on motorbikes, if he noticed a customer was being rude to you or inui he would immediate step up, his height alone intimidating them, his dominating aura and deep voice asking if there was a problem always made the impolite customer back away and apologize.

Over the months you’ve grown to respect him a lot, and even develop a little crush, something you would not tell a single soul about. draken was not very easy to read, even after spending several weeks alone with him you still had no idea if he had some kind of interest in you as you had in him, so you just buried your stupid crush deep down to not get in the way of your job.

“You haven’t tightened this right, undo it and try again” he pointed to the part you had just screwed in, you were sitting on the floor following his instructions, by the time you were done with that day’s “class” your clothes had oil stains all over it.

“It seems like i’ll have to get you a jumpsuit too” he pointed to the black spots all over your shirt and jeans, usually he and inui wore jumpsuits that prevented their clothes from being dirty but you didn’t need one till now, since you worked in the admin part of the shop.

“Please tell me these are easy to remove” you pouted looking down at your white shirt.

“Why do you think our jumpsuits always have stains on them?” he patted your back, crossing the room to throw you a fabric to clean your dirty hands.

“I really liked this shirt” you mumbled sad for having to throw that away.

“I'll get you a new one, now pick your things, I will take you out to eat something” his sudden invite made your heart skip a beat.

“Oh… that’s not necessary Ken” you waved your hands.

“I know, but I want to” he passed by you to go to the back room and change, not before stopping to rub a thumb on your cheek removing another oil stain you haven’t realized was there.

You stood in the middle of the room frozen for a second, mouth agape realizing you couldn’t go out with oil stained clothes like that.

When he returned with a black jacket and black jeans you had already taken your own jacket and purse.

“Ken, do you mind if we stop by my place so I can get clean clothes? I live nearby”.

“Sure, here” he handed you an extra helmet, only then you realized you would be riding a bike with him, being too close to comfort. Of course tagging along in a bike ride was not news for you, you had inui giving you rides all the time and that was completely normal, the blond was almost like a brother to you, but you would be with draken now, your boss and the reason of your daydreams.

“Let me just set up the alarm” you finished your usual routine of closing down the shop before meeting him outside.

You took a second to admire his side profile looking away lost in thoughts while straddling his precious motorcycle, day after day you realized how hard it was getting to not develop feelings for Draken, not when he had such good work ethics and looked like a fucking model.

“Ready?” he confirmed once you approached tying the helmet on your chin and hoping behind him, “Hold tight, I'm not slow like inui” he smiled and waited till your arms were around his waist to drive off.

The cool breeze of the night was very welcomed when you had a big body like Ken's to warm you up. Being around him was comforting, you two could stay in the same room for hours in silence and it wasn’t weird, or even talk about some random topic and forget to do any work.

You rested your head on his back, arms still tight around him as you tried to not palm his abdomen.

“Don’t fall asleep on me, I would hate if you fell off” he turned to murmur to you once you two stopped at the red light.

“I won't,” you giggled “turn on the next right, that’s my street” you instructed once the light turned green, the bike's engine being the only sound in the quiet night.

Draken stopped in front of the place you pointed at, a small house in the small neighborhood.

“I won’t take long” you hopped off the bike removing the helmet.

“Hey, just to be clear…” Ken took his helmet off too, slightly turning around to meet your eyes, even sitting on the bike while you were standing he still hovered over you, “this is a date”.

You blinked a few times processing what he just said and if you understood it right.

“Unless you don’t want to—“

“No! I mean— yes, I-I want to” your face heated up as Draken smiled down at you.

“Alright” he assured and you quickly made your way into your place to change as fast as you could.

You unlocked the front door and immediately ran up to your bedroom on the second floor removing your clothes on the way and picking up fresh ones from your closet.

“Fuck” you cursed your image on the mirror noticing it was dirty still from the mechanical work you were doing, you washed it quickly and returned to your wardrobes to pick a new shirt and a pair of jeans, looking for a sweatshirt but it was nowhere to be found until you remembered it was on the dryer machine so you ran down the stairs to get it.

That was until a gloved hand covered your mouth and held your arms.

Outside Draken waited for you to come back, his eyes began to wander the street looking at the houses. A car passed with the lights on, illuminating the dark street, what caught his eye that moment was the reflex of the light on a bike he thought he knew too well.

He got up from his place to go check it from up close, any other person wouldn’t notice the bike from the spot in front of your house since the bike was far down the street, but Draken worked with them everyday, he could make every part of a bike you pointed at from a mile away, and that specific model the one he built for Akashi Takeomi back on his Brahman days.

Draken knew, for that first bike to be on this part of the town, on his employee street, something was off.

You tried to scream and get rid of the intruder's hands kicking and trying to elbow him.

“Feisty, huh” he murmured into your hair.

Your heart was beating so fast you thought you were going to have a heart attack.

Who the fuck was that? What were they doing in your house?

Your front door was kicked off distracting the intruder for a second, enough for you to elbow his stomach and run away bumping on something and almost falling on the floor if it wasn’t for a pair of strong arms holding you.

“What’s wrong, y/n?” he slightly bent to get closer to your face, only then you realized there were tears running down your face.

“T-There—“ before you could come up with a sentence Draken pulled you back, using his body as a shield when a dark figure came from nowhere with a rebar to knock him.

Draken was faster, holding the rebar with his bare hands before it hit him or you.

You were frozen in your spot behind him, not understanding why your boss was fighting with a stranger in your house.

Draken punched the stranger until he was fallen down on your living room floor, even after the masked man seemed unconscious, Draken was still looking around.

“Ken we have to call the polic—“

“Shh” he lifted a finger to you, bending down to pick the rebar and slowly walk around.

“Draken-kun” a voice called from the kitchen, the house was dark yet you could see the man's features from the street light peering through the window.

The man’s hair was slid back, a long scar adorning his face and a cigarette hanging off his mouth.

“Takeomi”.

Draken knew the second stranger in your house and that was terrifying.

“Sorry for that, we didn’t know you would be here too” he took a drag of the cigar, the masked stranger started to awake.

“You just wanted to hurt her then?” your boss asked.

“No no, we just wanted to take her and blackmail you, man”

“Blackmail me for what?”

“To work for Bonten”

a/n: this is so random idek, stay tuned ig :)

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Tadaima

Chapter One

Yandere Bonten Mikey with a Time Leaper Darling, Ft. Platonic Yandere Bonten

Disclaimer: Based on the Time Leaping Series @cheesus-doodles and Time Leaper anon's scenario. I have received permission from both of them to use the concept. Please note that this would be very different compared to Going Home since this would tackle much more darker aspects of Yandere Bonten Mikey.

TW: Yandere, Guilt Tripping, Age Gap, Dub-Con, Non-Con Touching

“Ah! I’m sorry!” You mumbled an apology as you bumped into yet another stranger, who just ignored you and went on his merry way. You sighed as you tried to look around the city that you were familiar with, or at least you were half an hour ago after you suddenly blacked out for a moment and woke up from your ‌short mental stupor, the kind that would daze you right till someone snaps you out of it or you snap yourself out of it. You did the latter, but instead of snapping back to your everyday reality, you snapped out into a familiar yet foreign place to you. You knew that this was Tokyo, there are the buildings that you are familiar with, roads that lead to the same places that you know very well and even people, although they aged for more than a decade are still in the exact place where they used to be, like the Obasan, who still sold Taiyaki and other Japanese sweets in her stall, still in the same familiar location that you know very well.

But it was also very different, like the new shops around the Taiyaki stall, which are very unfamiliar to you. Where were the other shops around the stall that you were used to seeing? It was impossible for the shops to change for a second after you blacked out. And also the Taiyaki stall itself, it looked so different; it looked like they had renovated it to look like the other stores around it. There were new things around the place, around both you and your surroundings. There were so many new things around you, not only the shops but also how people dressed, and people that you usually see every day while you were passing through this street were either gone or looked older than they should be. It honestly made you stunned on how everything looked familiar but at the same time very alien to you. 

“Calm down, everything will be fine, you just need to walk to your home.” You thought to yourself as you walked to the familiar road that you used to walk to with your friends after school. It's fine, everything is fine, there is nothing to worry about as long as you don't panic, just keep saying those phrases like a mantra in your mind and you would not spiral into a panic attack right there on the street, you just have to keep going, to go home, while avoiding the people around you as you kept trudging forward towards your destination.

Bile started to rise up from your throat as you finally arrived at the building where your apartment is located. It was not the building that you expected to arrive at, it looked modern and very futuristic, just like those fancy European apartments that you’ve seen in those interior designing magazines. 

“No, no, no, no…” You mindlessly mumbled to yourself as your eyes widened in disbelief, you felt your feet getting weak and wobbly as you let out a whine before finally collapsing on the ground and puking the bile that you had earlier, tears streaming down to your face as you let out the confusion and frustration that you had been persistently holding down for half an hour. As you cried your heart out, unsavory thoughts and the gravity of the situation started to sink into your mind. What should you do now? You’ve been transported to the future for some reason, this situation should’ve been impossible. Why were you in the future and who sent you here? Those kinds of thoughts swirled in your mind as you looked down on the puddle of puke that you had let out a while ago, you could see the lunch that you ate earlier with Mitsuya and Hakkai, it was less than an hour ago and right now, that lunch was probably more than a decade ago from now.

You got up from the pavement as you tried to comprehend what had happened to you right now. You were in the future, you were currently homeless, maybe already marked dead by the government, and right now you were standing outside on the streets of Tokyo during the middle of the night, as a middle schooler. You sighed in frustration as you wiped your mouth with your handkerchief - you needed to find a shelter soon; you don’t know any homeless shelter in Tokyo, If there’s any but you know a place where you could stay, at least for a while. 

Determined to survive the night, you dusted off your clothes and walked to the place you knew where you would be safe, a special place that you had always been comfortable to stay in. 

Musashi Shrine

Although the place was a semi abandoned shrine, it was still well kept and tidied up, most likely by the older people who volunteered to sweep it clean or the local groups that managed the neighborhoods. You sighed in relief for that as you walked towards the shrine and opened its door, and lo and behold, it's interior looked the same as you’ve remembered it to be, although there were some things that had been either misplaced or missing, it still had the same interior and the same furnitures that you and your friends had left in the abandoned shrine. Even though the place was very dusty and full of cobwebs, it was still a better place than the streets or a shelter that would most likely be full of people. 

You smiled in contentment, although it was abandoned, it still had the memories that you cherished from the bottom of your heart, small trinkets that you hadn’t thought about for a while that were very sentimental to you. You looked over towards the abandoned electric lamp that you once frequently used with the boys to either stay up at night watching the stars, or have a sleepover in this very shrine telling late night stories. You turned it on, hoping for it to work and thankfully, it did. You put the lamp on the floor and then closed the door and locked it, looking around the cabinet to where the futons were usually stored in case of a sleepover or an afternoon nap.

“Oh my goodness.” You thought as you pulled them out - although they weren’t as fluffy as before, they were surprisingly clean and well kept, unlike the times where you washed it every week due to how frequently the others, especially Mikey, used them. Although those memories were very fond, the same memories just made your situation much more bitter than before. 

“Okay (Y/N), tomorrow would be a new day for you, you need to get yourself together,” You said to yourself as you dusted off the floor and threw the debris out the window, putting the futons down on the now-clean floor, before placing your bag on the table and finally laying down on the futon. Tomorrow will be a new day and you need to be well rested before forming a plan to either find some way to go back to your time and go back home, or find your former friends who most likely have forgotten anything about you. That thought made your heart ache, but you shook it off. Tomorrow is a new day and would be vastly different compared to today, you would just hope for the best - either for you to be back in your own timeline or for your friends (former friends?) to believe your ridiculous situation that you somehow got yourself into. 

You turned off the lamp beside you and let the darkness take over your vision as you closed your eyes and blacked out into nothingness. You prayed that tomorrow, there would be answers or clues on why you were suddenly in the future. 

A screeching scream echoed throughout the abandoned warehouse as incoherent stutters and loud sobs filled the air. There were five men tied to separate poles, with most of them looking wary and defeated, as if pleading to get this thing over with. “I’m going to say this again shithead, who were the fuckheads that were in that part of the port when the pigs busted one of our Shibuya buildings?” A man with salmon pink hair asked the fourth man tied to the poles, but as usual, the man didn't know who he was talking about. This promptly made him back off and quickly slashed his left cheeks, an action that made the man scream in pain while the rest were either trying to get out of their restraints or chanting pleas that they are innocent. 

“Fufu, we haven’t even gotten started, so don’t scream too loud.” A man with streaked lilac hair said to the tied up fellow on the pole as he was cleaning off the tools that would help the salmon haired man to do his job. While humming a tune and getting the tools ready, the pink haired man instead walked away from the tied up group and headed towards the man sitting on the side lines, and although he wore a simple black shirt and sweatpants, he held himself in a rather distinguished manner that would make anyone feel like a lesser person. He had unnaturally pale skin and heavy eye bags under his eyes, as if he’d been lacking sleep or energy for so many years now. 

“My king, we have captured the suspected people that leaked the location to the police,” The pink haired man said as he slightly bowed while addressing him. The man who was referred to as king gave him a side glance and then promptly looked back on where his focus was earlier. It was a picture of a young girl wearing a sundress and holding a picnic basket, and although the picture’s quality had gotten terrible throughout the years of usage, it still held on after being folded and placed in various wallets or pockets.

“Sanzu.” 

The now-identified pink haired man looked up as the pale skinned man jumped down from the crates that he had been seating on earlier. “I’m getting tired of this charade, let Ran and Rindou handle the job, I wanna go back to the penthouse.” 

Sanzu nodded before looking back at the person who was putting the tools down on the table. “Oi Ran! We’ll leave this to you and Rindou, Boss wants to head back.” He shouted to the tall lilac haired man, who just replied with a nod and called for his brother from the sidelines to do their job. The two then headed out of the warehouse as the screams of the victims started to flow again throughout the building. As they left, the pale haired man then looked at Sanzu, although the man is unnerved by his dead gazed, he is also ecstatic that his king looked him in the eyes, it's rather rare for him to be this direct at anyone.

“Before we head back to the base, let’s stop by that place.” The pale skinned man then looked away as he walked towards the parked car near the abandoned warehouse. Sanzu bit his lips - he knew what he was talking about but he was rather confused by his king's request, he wouldn't disobey his orders but he knew that his king had been avoiding that place for a long time, so why now? Sanzu shook his head, his king gave him orders and he knew better than to question him or his motives for going to that place. He quickly followed his king to the car, after all, he had an order to follow. 

Sano Manjiro never thought in his whole life that he would end up this way. He thought that when he grew up, he would still have his friends and family by his side. Mikey knew that he wouldn’t be the best at studying or doing school work in general so early on in life, the prospect of college and any other professional careers had been thrown away. In the future, he would either be the one that continued the Sano Dojo or go along with Draken and join the motorshop business. 

He would imagine that after work, he and his friends would go out for drinks as they talked about the past, reminisced on their gang days together before going back to their homes, him going back along with Draken to their home where they would either be scolded by their grandpa or Emma, who would most likely be married to Draken and have a child on the way. 

While they were being scolded by Emma or his grandpa, you would suddenly announce that the food was ready, and they would get off scot free quickly because it was dinner time. You were there with him, living together with his family, him confessing to you during highschool and you accepting his proposal and would stay together as lovers ever since. That was the future that he envisioned when he was younger, and although it was pretty average and mundane, not the future that any of his peers in the gang community would have expected him to have, but to him, that was the future that he dreamt of. That dream had been shattered a long time ago, with him having nothing to show but this twisted and sick future that he himself had created. 

Everything had gone through the drain ever since you suddenly disappeared - he thought that some of the gangs that had bad blood with him had kidnapped you, so he mobilized every member of the gang to look out for your location, beating up every rival gang members that he had even an inkling of suspicion that may know your whereabouts. But in the end, all he received was nothing: no clues, no leads and not a single trace of where you were. It made him spiral more into a deeper abyss of darkness and impulses that led him from one bad decision to a worse one that led him to be in this situation.

Was it a position that many would want to be in? 

Debatable.

But was it filled with luxury?

Oh, certainly.

Was this the one that he wanted to have? 

Absolutely not in the slightest.

He would often think of how you would react if you found out what he landed himself in. Would you be distraught? Concerned for his well being? Disgusted at how he became like this? Those thoughts always swirled in his mind when he thought of you or the days that you’re with him, before your sudden disappearance. There’s that meager longing in his mind that one day you would come back and either him proding you for information, angry on why you had left him, or just hugging you, being grateful that you finally came back to him. But he knew those fanciful pipe dreams would just hinder him on his way and would just crush him furthermore into the abyss, so he did the same thing that he always did to other wishful ideas that he has, crushing it immediately. 

He often wondered why he could not just end it right here, right now. After all nobody could stop him: his close friends had not contacted him due to his actions, his underlings would certainly not dare to try and stop him doing whatever he wanted, and you weren’t even there to try to stop him. So what's blocking him from doing the deed and just ending it all? Maybe it was the fact that he was scared of death, or he still had that pitiful hope that you would come back to him and he was scared that he would not be there when that happens. 

While Mikey was trapped in his own mind, Sanzu looked at the rear view mirror, looking at his king. He wanted to tell him that they’re near that place but he didn’t want to interrupt his king’s train of thoughts - most likely, thoughts that are involved with you. Sanzu then looked back at the road. He decided that he would just keep quiet until they arrived at their destination.

Musashi Shrine

It still looked the same, just as Mikey remembered it, the long stone stairways that lead into the torii entrance of the shrine. The same thing could apply on the shrine and its surroundings, it was still the same, although there was new vegetation on the surrounding forest and the shrine hadn't gotten any sort of maintenance other than its cleanliness, thus making the shrine look a little bit more decrepit than he remembered. But it still didn’t stop him from approaching the shrine just to sit on its wooden floors like the old days, where he would either look over his gang or he would spend time with his friends and do the things other normal teenagers do in that age, goofing off and bonding with each other. This place held a lot of fond memories that made him smile as he looked around the area. The place really didn’t change at all, from the exterior to the foliage - it was just like he was back to the time when he was actually happy, when he was with you.

He walked closer to the wooden shrine, wanting to sit on its floors, but while walking, he noticed that there was something off about it. He walked closer as he analyzed the building; although it looked the same, there was a nagging feeling in his gut, but he didn't know what it was. But as he drew closer towards the shrine, he finally noticed it. The door was left slightly opened; one of the caretakers might have carelessly left it opened. Mikey let out an annoyed grunt as he walked towards the door of the shrine, but just as he was about to close it, he noticed someone was inside the shrine. Out of curiosity, Mikey opened the door, revealing the interior of the shrine where they used to have a sleepover or just a place to stay for the night.  

Mikey’s eyes widened as he saw who was the person that was inside the shrine.

It couldn't be.

It can’t be.

Mikey carefully walks down and crouches to the person who is sleeping on the old futons that he used to sleep in. hands trembling as he can’t believe what he was seeing, he rubbed his eyes, trying to see if this is just one of his hallucinations again due to fatigue but instead of the person going away, they’re still in there. 

As he crouches down to observe your sleeping form, his eyes attentively look into your stature, you are still wearing the same outfit that he last saw you wearing and you still have that hair clip that he gifted to you on your birthday. Which you have been wearing everyday ever since. Tears started to form in his eyes as he looked down on you. 

“Its you,” Mikey murmured as he brushed your cheeks, tears flowing down on his bony cheeks 

“I’ve finally found you,” He murmured as he cupped your cheeks and kissed your forehead, while you peacefully slept on the futon, blissfully unaware of the situation that you were in right now. 

You let out a groan as you felt yourself waking from a deep slumber, and as your consciousness started to come back, your eyes widened as you felt someone hugging you from behind, while laying on one of the softest beds that you have ever laid on. Sweat started to form on your palms as you looked around your surroundings, assessing your current situation. The room was very luxurious, with high ceilings and glass windows that overlooked the whole of Tokyo City, and with a massive flat screen tv, the room looked like it belonged to some billionaire. You could only wonder how expensive the room was, with its opulent decoration. 

You then look back to the man who was hugging you from behind, even though he was bony in structure, his grip on you was very strong, feeling his hold on your waist slowly crushing your stomach. You let out a silent gasp of surprise when you felt him move one of his hands, crawling into your upper stomach just under your breast. It made you blush in embarrassment when you felt his thin long fingers pressing down on your belly. 

“Where am I?” You thought to yourself as you laid there in bed, keeping as steady as possible as not to wake up the stranger that was hugging your back. Had you been kidnapped? Had you been trafficked by someone? Those thoughts swirled in your mind as you observed the room that you were being held in - whoever it was was obviously very powerful and important. You knew that not many rich people could afford prime real estate in Tokyo, let alone a penthouse that overlooked the whole city.  As your brain went into overdrive and you, getting increasingly panicked at your situation, your captor, much to your surprise, let out a low gumble from behind you.

“Don’t move too much, (Y/N)-chin.  It's still 4 am in the morning, go back to sleep.” 

Your eyes widened when you heard your captor’s voice. Although it sounded much more mature and huskier, you could always identify that voice. After all, who wouldn’t recognize the voice of the person you had been friends with since your childhood?

“M-Mikey?” You stuttered, looking back at the skinny man you greatly feared earlier. Your eyes widened as you took in his condition. He looked like a walking skeleton, with unnaturally pale skin, hollowed cheekbones and dark puffy eye bags that could only be seen in insomniacs. Your lips quivered as you got up, wanting to know the extent of his well being. What happened in the future that made him like this? The Mikey you knew was energetic and full of life, and it greatly stupefied you as to how he became like this. He looked so grim and despondent, as if he had been suffering for a very long time.

You placed your hands on one of his palms, gently holding it as you looked him in the eyes, concern and worry reflecting in your orbs. 

“Mikey, what happened?” You whispered as he looked down, his dark blank eyes refusing to meet your gaze. In response, you gripped his palm tighter, wanting him to answer your question. As he felt your grip, he suddenly faced you again, but this time, with a sad weary smile, an expression that you never seen him make in his entire life. 

“You suddenly disappeared, (Y/N). My gang and I searched for you everywhere and even involved the police in searching for you and you were still gone. Things started to happen and…” he trailed off as he broke his gaze again. 

Your mouth quivered at his expression - it greatly hurt you inside as he slowly reached out to you and pulled you into a hug. You reciprocated his action as you felt him slowly burying his face into the crook of your neck as he hugged you tightly, as if you were going to disappear any time. You let out a soothing hum as you gently comforted him, wanting him to know that you weren’t going anywhere. As the two of you hugged each other on the bed, you suddenly felt tears leaking from his eyes. You let out a sad smile and hugged him tighter. “It’s alright Mikey, let it out.”

You felt him freeze for a moment before he let out a whine and started to cry uncontrollably, letting all the pent up feelings that he had been keeping within himself for so long, hitching sobs as the two of you comforted each other. As he was sobbing, small droplets of tears also started to form on your tear ducts, the future- the future had been terrible for him hadn’t it? It defeated one of the strongest men you knew in just a decade, and it made you fear that if the future did this to Mikey, what of your other friends? Did they meet similar fates as well? Or had they moved on and found greener pastures in life? You hoped to yourself that they chose the latter. As much as you wanted them to miss you, you also loved them as much and wanted them to have a better life even without you in the picture. You don’t want them to be burdened with guilt that wasn’t their fault. 

As time passed by, the two of you started to sink back into the soft bed underneath, though neither wanted to release the other from the hug. As you laid there in bed, you smiled at Mikey, who’s eyelids were now starting to flutter, comfortable enough that sleep started to once again take over his consciousness. 

“Cute,” you thought to yourself as you observed him trying to fight it with no avail, as if the stubborn Mikey that you knew very well started to come back. You let out a giggle before placing a gentle kiss on his forehead, making his sleepy eyes widened in surprise. “It's okay Mikey, I’m here, I’m not going anywhere,” you murmured as you patted his now-silky hair, just like you used to when he was the leader of Toman. You felt his grip on you getting tighter as he buried his head into your chest, you smiled as his antics and closed your eyes as you started to fall asleep. You reminded yourself that you would cook breakfast for Mikey this morning - he looked so skinny, and you knew that he hadn't eaten properly in years.  Time passed by as your thoughts started to dwindle, and you felt your eyes getting heavier before once again, sleep had overtaken your consciousness. 

Your eyes fluttered open as you felt the morning sun shine on your face, waking you up. “Uhg,” you groaned as you looked away from the blinding sunlight invading half of the spacious room. As you started to wake from your deep slumber, memories from the previous hour started to return to you, your eyes widening in realization as you looked down on the sleeping form of Mikey, who was now relaxed and in a deep state of slumber. You smiled at his relaxed expression as you carefully freed yourself from his grip. It made you feel guilty that you would leave him in such a state but you needed to cook something before he woke up. 

“Mikey, I’m going to cook breakfast okay?” You said to him even though he was asleep, and you gave him a quick peck on his forehead before getting up and walking to the door that opened to the rest of the penthouse. Silently closing the door behind you and heading out to find the kitchen, your eyes looked around as you walked, widening at just how luxurious the penthouse was - the place made you feel small just by walking down its marbled hallways. 

As you were able to finally spot the staircase that most likely led down into the kitchen, you hurried your footsteps, eager to start to cook breakfast as quickly as possible. You stop walking as you touched the staircase railings, which overlook the rest of the penthouse and had a better view of Tokyo down below. “What kind of job does Mikey have?” You thought to yourself as you walked down the stairs and was able to spot the ginormous kitchen that this penthouse has. You quickly walked down to that kitchen, wanting to start the cooking process as fast as possible. You opened the ginormous pantry, filled to brim with ingredients that you needed to make a simple Japanese breakfast, and as you scoop the rice from the rice bag, you smiled to yourself - hopefully Mikey would be able to eat properly this time around. After all, he once ate all of the food that you have made for him and the rest of your friends. 

Mikey’s eyes slowly opened as he woke up from what felt like a blissful dream, one that he hasn't had for almost a decade. In that dream, you came back to him, him finding you inside Musashi Shrine as if the entities that he desperately prayed to during his teenage years finally giving him what he wanted: to be with you. Placing you inside the shrine, as if a gift for him to find. And after that, you wake up in his arms and comfort him, finally freeing him of the years of pain and loneliness, silencing the dark impulses that swirled in his mind. He bitterly smiled at the thought and looked at his hand. 

“Those drugs were stronger than before,” he thought to himself, reluctantly getting up on his bed to go back downstairs, either to look at the paperwork that Kokonoi had for him, or grab a quick snack from the fridge - probably the frozen Taiyaki that he usually consumed in the morning. But as he walked down the marbled hallway, he stopped at the smell of something cooking, and as he sniffed the smell wafting most likely from the kitchen below, he recognized that smell - even if it had been more than a decade, he knew very well the dish being cooked. His eyes widened in recognition and he quickly sprinted down the hallway and the staircase. Looking down, he noticed someone cooking, and he certainly knew who it was. He swiftly walked down the stairs and ran to the kitchen, where you were cooking breakfast. 

You hummed the same tune that you always sang every time you were cooking - it was a tune that your mother had sung when you were still learning how to cook from her, you remembered, looking down at the miso soup in the pot. “Looks like it's done,” You thought as you turned off the stove and looked back at the rice cooker - that took a long time for you to figure out since it has so many new unknown functions. Opening the lid to find a soft and fluffy cooked rice, you smiled at the result before quickly looking around in the cabinets to find the plates and utensils. As you were placing the food onto the plate, you heard sudden frantic steps coming from the staircase, but you only smiled as you gripped the plates and walked to the dining table. “Mikey, you’re just in time for breakfast!” You said as you looked back at the frantic man, who still couldn't believe what he was seeing right now. Although his expression was amusing, it made you crestfallen because you knew the reason why he was like that. 

“You looked so scrawny Mikey, I made you some breakfast, I hope you’ll like it,” You said to him as you placed the plates on the table: pan seared salmon and rice, with miso and a vegetable side dish, the same breakfast items that you always cooked for him every morning, that he use to take for granted before your disappearance. He nodded obediently as he silently sat down on the dining chair, which made you glad - this was one of the first steps on his recovery, and you would try your best to make sure that things were going to be better for him day by day. While he sat on the dining chair, you quickly head back into the kitchen to fetch some glasses and a pitcher of water, before joining Mikey at the dining table to eat. And to your expectation, he hadn’t yet touched the steaming hot breakfast, as if waiting for you to eat with him. 

Although it made you much more sympathetic to his condition, it also made you determined that no matter what the cost, you were going to help him recover. As you started to eat your breakfast, you looked at Mikey, who just stared at the food right in front of him, making you curious. Tilting your head, you wondered what could possibly be bothering him. “Is there something wrong?” You asked the white-haired man in front of you, who nodded his head. 

“What is it then?” You smiled, wanting to know what was bothering him during breakfast. 

He shyly looked up. “Can you please spoon-feed me (Y/N)?” 

You froze for a second before recovering - you should have expected this happening to begin with. During your younger years, even when Toman was just an infant Tokyo gang, Mikey had always demanded you sit in his lap and spoon-feed him any food, whether it was the food that you cooked or those from the stores. You playfully smiled, adding, “Would you also like me to sit on your lap?” 

Though this made Mikey promptly freeze before frantically nodding like a child, taking you back to how he used to act. 

You got up and walked to his side of the table and slowly sat on Mikey’s lap, to your surprise, his lap is much softer compared to his body. You then gently pick up both the spoon and the plate and scoop out the rice and salmon together, you blow air a little bit on it to cool it down and then carefully place the spoon full of food near Mikey’s mouth.

 “Say ah~” 

Mikey obediently opened his mouth as you spoon fed him the breakfast that you had made. “Well, is it delicious?” You asked as Mikey gulped down the food, smiling and nodding to your question which made you giggle. You’ve repeated the process throughout the duration of the whole feeding, albeit a bit uncomfortable due to the slight bump on Mikey’s lap - it was soft, which meant that it wasn’t likely to be a belt buckle, but you shrugged off the feeling. Probably a crumple from your skirt or the cloth of his pants. As he finally polished off the vegetable side dish, you gave him a wide smile, happy that Mikey was taking his first step towards recovery. 

“Mikey, don’t forget your water,” You said as you placed the cold glass in his hand, which he then drank and placed back on the table. Seeing that he was done eating, you made to get up from his lap, looking to eat your own cold breakfast, yet before you could stand, Mikey instead pulled you back into his lap, placing you on the exact location where his bulge could brush to your panties, making you blush for reasons beyond you. 

“Mi-Mikey, why did you do that?” you exclaimed to your friend, surprise by his action

“Mikey!” You called him out again, lightly slapping his shoulder. 

“Imma feed you myself,” You heard him grumble in response as he hugged your waist. Sighing in defeat, you had almost forgotten his stubbornness when it came to certain things. Just because he was so sensitive earlier this morning didn’t mean his other behaviors were suddenly gone just like that. You gave him the look that you usually used when you gave in to his childish demands, before relaxing back on his chest. Clearing out the used dishes on the side and placing the ones that still had food in it, Mikey then mirrored your earlier actions. Sometimes, there were just some things that you had to do for the people you care about. 

After breakfast, he still refused to let go of you, not as you washed the dishes in the sink, and not even right now as you two were watching movies in the movie room - you didn’t even know there was a room specifically for watching movies. While watching, you couldn’t help but feel flustered as you felt Mikey stroking and pressing up against your thigh; his actions made you strangely flustered and even a little bit embarrassed. Although you were used to his physical affections, his actions now felt weird to you, his actions made you feel odd for some reason. But you ignored it and instead tried your best to focus on the movie, which involved a group of superheroes in New York saving the day.

As the movie showed the group encountering the villain in some public place, you felt Mikey’s hand slowly reach to the upper part of your thigh. You gasp, feeling his hand slowly crawling inside of your skirt, but before he went any further, his phone suddenly rang, stopping his actions. You let out a huge sigh of relief as he got up from the bed that the two of you had been lying on to talk to the person on the phone, albeit in an annoyed and reluctant manner. As he was talking to the unknown caller, you refocused on the movie, which now had your full attention instead of having to split it with Mikey’s wandering hands. The movie passes with a blur while Mikey talked on his phone, and after a while had passed, you heard him end the call and crawl back into the bed, though this time instead of hugging you in the back like before, he seemed to have changed his mind and instead hugged you from the front, his face burying into your chest as he hugged you tightly. Although it was an improvement from before, you still couldn’t help but feel uncomfortable as he pressed his face into your breast, making you flustered like a tomato. You still chose to ignore his actions, and returned to watching the movie. 

Kinktober: Day 4🎃

Title: My Family Warning: Non-con breeding, drugging, spike drinks, Non-Con October 4, 2022

Kinktober Masterlist

You were someone special to Mikey; you brought the light to his dark world. When he first saw you at the cafe, he knew he was addicted. The smile you flashed him, had him hooked. He found himself coming to the same cafe every single day. It was to the point you had his name and order memorized, even the exact time he came in. That only made him more obsessed with you. 

When your supervisor wasn’t around, he would hold you there and have a conversation. He loved your smile, and the urge to kiss you became stronger. Unfortunately, you had a boyfriend, so he found out. He had witnessed you kissing a guy, and that left Mikey with a sour taste in his mouth. He often shot your boyfriend a glare before giving you a small smile. 

You noticed nothing different with Mikey, but your boyfriend did. He could tell the deadly aura surrounding Mikey was directed toward him. So your boyfriend eventually broke up with you. That left you completely heartbroken, and Mikey was your listening ear. 

Mikey currently had his arms wrapped around your waist as he held you tightly. You were still crying in his chest about your boyfriend. He was getting frustrated, but he tried not to show it. 

“You didn’t deserve him, anyway. It’s going to be okay. I am here now. You have me, I am all you need,” he mumbled against your hair. You didn’t notice the red flags, but you should have. But you were so heartbroken, you overlooked everything. Including the way, he continued to fill your glass with wine. 

It wasn’t long before you tried to push the glass away, shaking your head. You had way too much to drink, and the room was spinning. 

“No more~ Mikey. I don’t feel good~” you whispered. He nodded his head and set the glass down. You tried to part from Mikey, but he continued to hold you close. You looked up at him through lidded eyes, and you saw the tiny smirk on his face as you fainted. 

Mikey waited until you were completely unconscious before moving you to his bedroom. Once you were laid on his bed, he pulled back, looking you over. 

“God, you are so beautiful. Why do you cry over a nobody?” He mumbled before leaning down and kissing you. You were completely unconscious and unaware of his hands trailing down your body. He grabbed at your soft skin, loving the way you felt and tasted. He parted from your lips before trailing his lips down your neck. He sighed softly leaving marks along your neck. 

He had to have you, he hated that he had to drug you. But he knew that you wouldn’t have gotten anywhere. Since you were still hung up on your ex. Fine by him, by the time you woke up and realized how good Mikey could make you feel, you would be begging him. He removed your clothing before taking in a shaky breath. A part of him felt bad for taking advantage of you. He loved you, there was no doubt, but this was the only way. 

He removed his clothing tossing them somewhere in his room. He then parted your legs, and he admired your cunt. he licked his lips before diving in, he was going to fill you with so much pleasure. 

He attached his lips to your clit before sucking on it. You unconsciously got wet from the pleasure. He paid attention to only your clit before he slipped his tongue inside of you. You let small whimpers out as he spread your legs further. He was addicted to your taste. 

Mikey groaned slightly, at the taste. If he thought you were addicting before, he was addicted now. Your legs twitched and you whimpered in your sleep. Mikey went back to your clit before parting completely from you. He pushed one finger inside you, watching your face to make sure you were okay. Once you showed no signs of discomfort, he added a second and third finger. Your body was reacting nicely, and Mikey couldn’t help but lick his lips. 

You started to wake up, to a very weird feeling. You felt a slight chill that ran through your spine. Your eyes fluttered open, unable to process anything. Your eyes were adjusting to just waking up. Once they did, your sense of feeling started to return. You let out a loud moan when you felt something curl inside of you. Your eyes quickly shift down to see Mikey fingering you. 

“M-Mikey what are you doing!?” You asked in a panic. Mikey broke from his daze and looked at you innocently. He quit fingering you before pulling away, causing you to whimper from the loss of his fingers. He hovered over you and placed small kisses on your lips.

“Making you feel good, if I make you feel good you will forget about your ex…” He said. You looked at him like he was crazy, before trying to push him off. He didn’t budge though as he trailed his fingers back to your core. He thrust them in and out at a fast pace, causing you to let out another loud moan. You tried to shove him away, yell at him, or do something but he ended up slamming his lips against yours. 

You squeezed your eyes shut as you felt the build-up in your stomach. You turned your head as he curled his fingers and ended up hitting a special spot inside you. Your back arched off the bed as you came around his fingers. 

“MIKEY!” You cried out and he grinned and kissed your jawline, and neck before your lips again. He then pulled away and cleaned his fingers off with his tongue.

“Mm, you taste so good. Ah, let me make you feel good some more. I promise you won’t regret it…” He said. His words went in one ear and out the other, as you tried to catch your breath. Suddenly, you felt his tip rubbing against your folds.

“Wait, no. Stop this, please Mikey. I don’t want this,” your tears started to fall. Mikey frowned at the fact you were crying so he wiped them away. He pecked your lips, leaning down on top. The tip of his cock pushed past your folds causing you to wince slightly. He was much thicker than your ex, and you knew you wouldn’t be able to take him without some discomfort. 

“Shh, it’s going to be okay. I love you~ I have ever since the day I met you. It’s going to be okay love,” he mumbled against your lips. You shook your head grabbing hold of his shoulders and trying to stop him from pushing further. He grasped your hands with his own and pinned them beside your head. He continued to push deep inside you until he was balls deep inside. You cried out at the stretch, but he did his best to distract you from the pain.

“Let me know when to move princess.” 

You shook your head wishing he would pull out, but he didn’t. He stayed extremely still, once your body got used to him the pleasure began to sink in. 

“Does it still hurt?” He asked, his voice so gentle. You almost forgot that he was forcing himself on you and disregarding what you said.

“Please Mikey, I don’t want this. You have to stop, I won’t tell anyone about this. We can put this entire thing behind us.”

“I don’t want to forget. I love you, and you are hurting. So I am going to make you forget the pain.” 

Mikey thrust his hips a little bit causing you to gasp. You tighten your grip on his hands and he watched as your face changes to one of pleasure.

“Plus your body wants me, so no need to deny your body’s request.” He mumbled, he soon picked up a pace that was fast and deep. His low grunts were in your ear and you couldn’t help but cry out. You felt so full, and it wasn’t long before your eyes rolled in the back of your head as he slammed his hips into you.

“Mikey! Mikey! Mikey! Please slow down! I-I can’t take it! It’s too much!” Mikey grinned as your legs shamed. You were his now, you were his to fuck, breed, kiss, and just love… Breed. That thought came back causing him to thrust his hips deep inside you. Your body felt so sore, and you arched your back.

“Fuck Princess, I am gonna give you a baby. A cute baby, you will be such a pretty mom. Gonna breed you and make you mine! Fuck have a family with you~ I lost my family. But you can give me another one.” He mumbled as his clock twitched. Your face resorted to one of terror as you struggled underneath him again.

“No! No! You can’t cum inside Mikey, I am not on anything! I don’t want to get pregnant. Pull out please pull out…” your pleas fell upon deaf ears as Mikey started to chase his high with intentions of knocking you up. You started to struggle but your release was creeping up before you suddenly came, hard. You cried out and your walls clenched around Mikey and he suddenly stopped. 

You felt his release fill you and you let out a choked sob as he pulled out and planted several kisses on your lips as you cried.

“Don’t cry, I promise I will take care of you. I will take care of you and our beautiful baby.” He whispered as he lay beside you and pulled you close. 

“I trusted you, Mikey…”

“Shh, it’s okay. I do love you, don’t worry.” 

He mumbled nuzzling his nose against your neck and sighing softly. 

“My beautiful family…and if you don’t get pregnant, we can try again.”