A Whole Three Course Meal - Tumblr Posts

DIOS TE BENDIG A

Fix it.

└ Pairing. Arashi Keizou.

└ Summary. This is just me writing about the tropes for a black dragon founder. Or, We started as friends with benefits but I fell in love first and now I don’t know how to act because I was the one telling them that no ‘feelings attachment’ with Arashi Keizou.

└ Word Count. 2.8K

└ Warnings. Cursing, excessive fluff as a warning? Yeah why not. It’s fem!reader as usual with my original ideas.

└ Note. I really like Benkei so he’s now part of my marriage with Terano, Draken, Mucho and Kakucho. Also, I had this idea and saw that it matched the tropes headcanons so that’s why it has that description.

“When are you going to get together? I’m tired of this and it’s not my relationship.” Wakasa murmurs while holding the punching bag for you to do your set.

“Now, what relationship are you talking about? You know more than anybody we are not together.” You roll your eyes with a small smile and he scoffs.

“I know more than anybody that y’all are basically married— Don’t look at me like that, y’all been fucking each other’s brain for five or six years now?”

“Seven.”

“Seven fucking years!! Are you out of your damn mind?! Not even all my relationships combined are worth 7 years of my life.” You laugh and shrug.

“Why do you want us to be together so bad?” You ask with a sad smile.

“Everybody wants you two to be together, queen,” He groans as if that’s the most obvious thing ever. “Shinichiro used to make bets with me on when do y’all would announce that y’all were going to move in together, you and him are basically Senju parents figure, not her damn brother. Y/N, y’all are a damn match made in heaven.”

“You damn—,” You walk to him but are interrupted by a deep voice.

“Didn’t know you were that romantic, white leopard.” Benkei says, entering the gym and walking to you. As if he wants to prove a point, he leans and catches your lower lip between his teeth before going for a tongue kiss, you don’t let him get too excited since that’s disrespectful in front of Wakasa.

“Stop, big man.” You roll your eyes.

“See? It’s not like y’all hide what y’all have, so y’all should just make it official.” Wakasa rolls his eyes, getting in position again so you can start your set on the punching bag. “It would save the others a lot of explanations.”

“Nah man, we’re okay. I don’t want a relationship anyways; can’t bring myself to want one and have a girl nagging at me at all times.” Benkei shrugs with humor, remembering that’s Wakasa’s current situation with his partner.

You stop walking and smile sadly at Wakasa and he, always so intuitive, just nods at you.

“I gotta go guys,” You say and Benkei looks at you with a frown.

“You haven’t finished all your sets, are you not gonna train with me?” He asks seriously and you shake your head. “Why?”

“Some Brahman stuff that I need—,”

“Don’t lie.” He tilts his head and you sigh, knowing he is annoyed, he hates with passion when you try to lie to him, emphasis on “try”. That’s what both of you get for messing around with each other for so long, knowing every single little thing about the other. “What’s wrong?”

“Your comment made me uncomfortable and it shouldn’t have. I want to go home.” You tell him bluntly and he chuckles in disbelief.

He walks to you with a dangerous aura, putting his hands on his hips and Wakasa actually stands straight looking between both of you. Nobody has ever seen y’all argue because aside from Benkei kissing you like his life depends on it, the majority of y’all business is kept private.

“You got offended because I said I don’t want a relationship? But you know that.” Benkei says with a frown.

“I know that, I have known that for quite some time. That doesn’t mean I have to stay still while you barge in here and give me a kiss that’s saved for the bedroom and then have the audacity to say with the most cocky tone that you’re not built for relationships.” You tell him in a calm tone.

“So, I can’t kiss you now?” He takes another step to you and you roll your eyes because that’s not even the damn point.

“I’m not about to do this with you playing dumb. Waka, help me here please.” You let Wakasa take off the gloves from you and just when you turn around you bump into Benkei’s chest. “Keizou, move.”

“No.”

“I said, move, Keizo Arashi.” You said deadpan.

He looks at you for a moment before stepping to the side and that’s the last time he sees you in three weeks. No calls or texts, but it’s not like y’all used to do that, your dynamics was based on him dropping at your apartment at whatever time he feels like it or vice versa. For obvious reasons he doesn’t think it would do any good with how mad you’re at him.

“I literally don’t understand.” Wakasa says to him on the 21st day, exactly three weeks since that little scene in Wakasa’s gym. “How are you not built for a relationship when y’all literally have something that can be mistaken as a marriage.”

“Waka…” Benkei sighs. He already feels like shit.

“It’s just… I’ve seen her looking for excuses to tell people when they ask about her relationship status because as much as y’all like to say y’all are single y’all don’t keep it on the low.” Benkei looks at him with a frown and he rolls his eyes. “Yes, you’re very secretive when it comes to her personal life and her well-being, so much so that it was the first time I saw y’all fight and not bicker, but that is nothing when y’all kiss and act like a couple in public.”

“I know.” Benkei murmurs and Waka raises his head from where he was sprawled on the couch. “I didn’t think it was that serious at first, since when we are alone we tend to joke about how tedious some relationships can be but that hurt her. I should’ve read the room.”

“You really think you can’t be in a relationship with her?”

“I can be in whatever she wants me to be with her, I love her, I know that much but, what if I mess things up after going serious? She’s my fucking life Waka.” He sighs and lets his head fall back on the chair. “I thought we were okay because that’s all we knew for a long time. Guess I was wrong.”

“Better tell her that before it’s too late, I don’t know.” Wakasa shrugs.

Later that day he sees you in B1 and he swears you’re doing it on purpose. You have the exact outfit that you know makes him go feral, a red lipstick on that just sends his mind on a trail of past memories of you smearing his chest in the color. I can’t do this today, he thinks.

He walks, alongside Wakasa and Takeomi, to the end of the stairs where you’re waiting, your eyes trained on the latter.

“‘Sup boss.” Takeomi says with a smile and you roll your eyes while simultaneously leaning to give him a kiss on the cheek.

“You’re literally the number two and the brother of the boss, stop it.” You chuckle and he laughs with you.

“You have the power of taking decisions while I just give advice, love.” You roll your eyes and kiss Wakasa’s cheeks too.

“You haven’t gone to the gym in three weeks, do you want me to beat your ass?” He says and you laugh.

“Was fixing some things here in B1 and with the rich dogs, my bad Waka.” You tell him and he hums.

Benkei is watching your every move like a predator, daring you to not greet him the same way you did with his friends but as usual, you always surprise him. You walk to him with elegance and patiently wait for him to lean to your level, you give him a kiss a little harder than what you gave the others, leaving the mark of your lips on his cheek.

“Hello, Benkei.” You say with a professional smile and he looks at you with a frown.

“Benkei? You’ve never called me that.” He tells you, offended.

“I just did, I believe.” You say, while already turning around and walking to the center of the ring, swaying your hips like the goddess everybody knows you’re.

He stands there perplexed for a couple of seconds before walking to his usual position on days in which you are the referee of the night, in the sideways of the ring so he can watch your back.

He watches you talk to the crowd with charisma, making jokes and representing the gang like you’ve been doing since the first generation of the Black Dragons were active, scratch that, since his gang, Ragnarok, was active and you were his vice-president.

When your turn is over you walk and without thinking he offers you his hand to help you get off the ring and just when he is about to ask you if he can talk to you he is interrupted by one of the old rich men that actually shows up to the fights.

“There you are! I was waiting for you in the seat, you told me you were gonna go back to keep talking to me.” The man tells you, getting a little too close for your and Benkei’s liking.

“Ah— yeah… As you saw, they needed me to be the referee of the night.” You tell him with a fake smile and that’s all Benkei needs to know that the man was a creep and you were trying to get away from him.

“Oh, so now you can come with me, right? I can give you a ride ho—,”

“She’s not going anywhere with you, sir.” Benkei says, sneaking a step so you could be behind him. You, knowing him like the palm of your hand, instantly grab the back of his shirt in a reassuring way.

“W-what do you mean? She was literally talking with me, mind your business.” The man rolls his eyes and Benkei sighs.

“She. Is. My. Business” He bluntly says, taking a step towards the man with each word, he gets all in the man’s face confidently.

“She should be the one deci—,”

“I am. I am his business, have a good rest of the night.” You say after rolling your eyes, already walking past the man while simultaneously dragging Benkei with you by his hand. And of course, your man follows you.

And just when the old man is about to say another thing, Benkei thinks “fuck it” and just throws you over his shoulder and look down at the man for a second before starting to walk again, directly to the little operative office. You don’t say anything about being held like a sack of potatoes because this is not the first time and you’re already winning with the fact that he didn’t knock out a potential gambler for the next fights.

When he puts you on the floor you try to walk around him but he just leans on the door, making it impossible to get out.

“Benkei, you—,”

“Don’t leave me.” You look at him with surprise but he is looking at his feet with a frown. “Please.”

“Listen—,”

“Please.” He quietly says and you sigh because you know he is shutting down.

“Keizo.” He looks at you just when you get so close that your chest collided with his. “Calm down a little bit for me, yeah?”

“I’m scared of losing you.” He murmurs, always so honest and blunt with you. He takes your face in his hands. “I understand now why you got offended.”

You nod and kiss his palm softly. That is the thing with him; the reason why you never had big arguments before is because of the great communication between you two, with you always coming out clean on what’s bothering you and him doing the same.

“It’s okay.” You tell him and he shakes his head.

He crouches a little and puts his hand in the back of your thighs to lift you up, walking to the couch that’s in the office and sitting with you on top of him, straddling him.

“There’s absolutely no reason for us not to be in a relationship; I love you and we both been knowing that for ages, I literally can’t imagine myself with another person or in a world with you not being my other half—fuck…” He groans when you start to scratch his scalp while looking directly into his eyes. He adores that and it puts him in a trance in no time. “I was so scared I guess, what if we make it official and I fuck things up? I got so comfortable with our arrangement that I thought changing it would make us fall apart.”

“And that was what offended me. I wasn’t— I’m not asking for the world.” You tell him and his whole attention is on your words, wanting to know about your feelings so he could fix his mess. “You said it like we are teenagers just messing with each other but Keizo, even if it’s friends with benefits you are not talking to other girls and I’m not talking to other men, I have a spare key of your apartment and you too of mine. If you decide to spend an entire month in my house you wouldn’t have to worry about clothes since half of your closet is with me…”

“I fucked up, didn’t I?” He chuckles sadly and you lean and give him a brief kiss.

“You didn’t, it was just so out of character of the way you usually are with me that it messed up my idea of our dynamic.” He nods.

“Let me be your man— officially your man.” He looks at your lips. “We should be at a stage in our relationship where we are living together and we are not because of me. Let me fix that.”

“Both of us are at fault in that, because I never brought up the topic either.” You say and he wraps his arms around you at your next words in whispers. “I was too focused on trying to stick to your first proposal of friends with benefits, not wanting to be that typical person that falls first and then demands a relationship and I didn’t want you to break the deal because of that and—,”

“I don’t think I would’ve done that, you literally got me going dumb for you, baby.” You roll your eyes with a smile, here comes the flirty Benkei. “I’m head over heels for you, don’t you see it?”

“I don’t.” You raise an eyebrow and he chuckles, already leaning.

“S’kay, I’ll show you.”

And just like he did that day in front of Wakasa, he crashes his lips on yours with a passion that is saved for the bedroom, making you moan in his mouth instantly because good God, you missed him so much. His hands go south till they’re flat on your ass and instead of the typical smack he grabs it and pulls you to his chest with desperation, making you pull away a little to catch your breath.

“I’m gonna fix it, yeah?” He whispers on your lips and you bite his lower lip, making him groan.

“It’s not broken, baby.” He sighs and his eyes roll to the back of his head because it’s a big difference between the feeling he had when you call him by his gang nickname and the feeling when you call him by his real name and by pet names. The fear of thinking he was going to lose you has him feeling everything more. “You’re not gonna fix something that isn’t broken.”

“I love you so much— oh my God, I love you so much??¿” He whispers with his eyes wide open as if he’s telling you a secret and you chuckle.

“I love you more, pretty boy.” He smiles and you let out a giggle. “Now I can properly tell men to back the fuck off because my boyfriend is not as friendly as they want me to be with them. I can point at you if they insist.”

“Right, because the only reason why I didn’t break the old man’s face earlier is because I was going insane over the fact that you didn’t talk to me for three weeks.” He says and you smack his chest softly.

“Violent ass,” You murmur and he shrugs, already leaning to catch your lips again.

“Whatever you want me to be, y’know that, now make up those three weeks without you.” He whispers agitatedly on your lips, before going back to kiss you.

You smirk, and that you’ll do.

🏷: @saturnmitsuya @milliumizoomi @dai-tsukki-desu @haitanigigi @yunho-leeknow @melaninnntae @keimisan @welkinmoongrab @plutosexc @ccxiia @manjiroarchiviste @aasouthteranoswife @crushsoli @gwynsapphire @eriskaitto @crapimahuman @inu1gf @q-the-rockaholic