Mikey Drabbles - Tumblr Posts

Ooo imagine resting your head on Mikey’s chest and you start tracing his tattoo >.> and maybe give him a little kiss too

- tired

pairing. manila!mikey manjiro sano × gn!reader

warning. swearing + suggestive

sticky-note. read slowly for maximum enjoyment!

a smile of satisfaction breaks out onto your face when mikey shivers from underneath your touch, your fingers lightly trailing the surface of his skin with the intricate curves and twirls of his beautiful tattoo.

“i didn’t know you were ticklish around your neck,” you teased, slightly lowering your hand to ‘innocently’ trace his collarbones instead. pride secretly swells in your chest when your gaze falls upon the tense locking of his jaw. “if you told me sooner, i would’ve bothered you a lot more.”

“which is exactly why i didn’t tell you,” he quietly grumbles, and you dramatically gasp when he adds with a flick your forehead, “you menace.”

“me, a menace? in this relationship? you literally tried to tie the both of my shoelaces together the other day!”

mikey’s low chuckle makes blood rush to your face. “it was funny, let’s be honest.”

“no, it certainly was not.” before he can speak again, you lean forward to infuriatingly kiss his tattoo, and his mouth closes right back up in both annoyance and at the pleasure. victory. “has anyone told you?”

“tell...” he trails off, shooting you a hopeless glare when you don’t stop pressing soft, demanding, kisses against his sharp jawline. he slowly breathes out, “tell me what?”

in your mind, you are simply annoying him, but to manjiro sano—you’re way too good at distracting him.

“that you’re really cute when you’re ticklish.”

and he is so pretty when his ears are red.

mikey’s pretty already, in general, but gosh, are you happy to test your limits of teasing your boyfriend. back then (in the “good old days”), he was the one who teased you without mercy to no end—today is your fateful revenge.

or not. when he beckons you closer with just a bend of his fingers, you scoot closer immediately, obedient.

“c’mere.”

his hand trails to the back of your head, gently pulling you forward to sweetly meet your lips with his. warmth excitedly rushes throughout you, and you’re already smiling when he tilts his head to make it more comfortable for you. and, holy shit, he is such a good kisser— slowly but surely pushing forward into your space and bringing your figure closer to his.

mikey’s touch is gentle; as if cradling and taking care of a baby, and you can only hum in content when he soothingly places an unoccupied hand to your back. he steadies you as he generously kisses you, and—

“h-hey!” you whine when he suddenly pulls away, unashamed as your eyes instantly drop down to his soft lips, then back to his pretty dark eyes. he raises an eyebrow at your gaze. “don’t just stop there...”

“why not?” now, it’s his turn to be a little shit as he tilts his head innocently, propping himself up with a hand on your thigh and getting off of the couch you two were seated on. “i’m kind of tired now. imma head to bed, then, alright?”

hoping to tempt him and possibly change his answer, you adorably pout as he presses one last kiss to your forehead. he only pats your head in return, ignoring your look and walking back to your shared bedroom—as if it wasn’t only one in the afternoon and he wasn’t just kissing you.

the moment he is out of earshot, you turn and scream—or squeal—into a pillow, frustrated, because why does mikey have to be so goddamn annoying and attractive at the same time?