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My first takemitchy x reader ♥️
𝐨𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐞𝐬! 🌐
𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 — never trust michi when he says he’ll pull out on time. ☹
𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 — 18+, dub/noncon, babytrapping, himbo takemichi, vaginal sex, creampie, closeted sadist michi, afab reader, ovulation mention, established relationship.
𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 — takemichi hanagaki.
Takemichi has many charming qualities. He’s handsome, caring, honest and (slightly) adventurous. All those traits are surely in the top ten lists of what the average person would look for in a potential love interest. He sounds like the perfect guy on paper to a lot of people. It's true in concept, but Takemichi made up for a lot of what he lacked, which was intelligence. The messy haired guy wasn’t the brightest bulb in the bunch, far from it actually— but it was endearing. And it wasn’t just book smarts, but he was.. incredibly naïve. Starry eyed and optimistic, the fighting spirit type. His bright enthusiasm and seemingly unaware sense of humor made up for his lackluster and bizarre logic when even dealing with the simplest of things. Sometimes it was hard to understand the thought process he had but ultimately, when it came down to it, he thought with his cock.
It wasn’t difficult at all to sway his decisions, actions or opinions if pussy or even pretty face was involved. It’s been a running joke amongst Toman that he let his dick do all the thinking for him. Hina and him were no longer together for that very reason but that’s neither here nor there. The point is: it was too easy to get what you wanted out of him, all it took was a bat of an eyelash and a pout for him to fold— to melt in the palm of your hand like golden honey dripping from the wooden dipper. Call it what you want but Takemichi was the definition of a himbo.
him·bo /ˈhimbō/
noun humorous
an attractive but unintelligent man.
Takemichi often.. got ahead of himself sometimes— specifically during sex, but that was the easiest time to get what you wanted out of him. Whether it be getting him to get a haircut, taking you out to a nice dinner or buying you something sparkly and rather expensive. Maybe it was a little mean to get him to buy something for you that was way out of his tax bracket but he’d get it back anyway. It’s not like you ask for things constantly, you know? And you give him things in return too! Your time! Affection! Sex! Make him a better person! Let’s be honest, Michi needed a girlfriend.. for various reasons. That apartment was atrocious and now it's all nice and cozy with wax melters all around that smell like fruity pebbles. But! The most satisfying part of it was getting into his wardrobe and throwing away those god awful khaki shorts and baseball t-shirts then replacing all of it with some nice streetwear that gives him a cute indie boy look. That’s what a good girlfriend does.
Speaking of being a good girlfriend, that’s maybe how you ended up at his apartment with bags of groceries. Takemichi’s fridge consisted of nothing but Mt. Dew, takeout boxes and a cold bottle of ketchup, he wasn’t the best eater in terms of eating healthy so you often stopped by the market for him from time to time. He’s getting better though! Instead of door dashing he’ll text you and ask if you two want to go to the market and make some dinner or if it's earlier in the day a light lunch.
Michi usually comes up behind you as you stock his fridge, his slender hands gently grabbing your hips as he presses himself into your backside. It starts off innocent, you giggling as he nestles his chin in the crook of your neck. He’s listening to you ramble about a new fruit juice that’s good for detoxing, your cute manicured finger tapping the label as you read all the benefits and the flavor. He nods along and tells you that he’s excited to try it, giving your cheek a kiss before you turn your head a bit to look at him. He looks good today, really good. You don’t know what it is but you can’t help but to ask for a proper kiss. A longer one. Then you two end up on the plush futon in his studio apartment.
Takemichi pulls himself from your swollen lips and sits on his knees from between your legs, struggling to discard his shirt in his haste with cute grumbles emitting from him during his actions. You giggle as you watch, playfully biting your lip with an amused glint in your eyes. His cock is rock hard by now, straining against his sweatpants and leaking precum. It's been well over 48 hours since he last got his cock wet and to be frank, he was starting to get antsy. That kiss sent all bloody in his skull straight to his cock and within seconds he was looking at you with that glazed over look in his eyes, silently begging for some pussy. He’d settle for a hand job, he just needed you to make him cum so bad.
During his hurry, you reach over to the nightstand beside the bed, opening the drawer and frowning softly when you see an empty space. Hm.. that’s not right..
“Michi,” You call for him softly, looking back over your shoulder to see him finally pop his head back out from the fabric of the shirt. His hair is messier than usual and he looks at you with an expression that resembles a curious puppy who’s name had just been called. “We don’t have any more condoms.” A small pout on your face as you speak.
“We don’t? I.. I just bought some last week.” He deflates a bit, his eyes still big and expressive as the gears turn in his head. He looks so defeated and god, he was so cute— naïve even.
“Well, we have a lot of sex, Michi.. ‘nd we used the last one the other day I think.” You say as you sit up on your elbows.
“Aw man..” His sapphire eyes look back onto your own. “What should we do?” His question makes you giggle, he always asked you for your input or opinion on things when he wasn’t he should do next. Another endearing quality he has and luckily for him, you were in a good mood.
“You’re so cute, c’mere.” You lifted yourself up and ushered him over with a beckon of your pointer finger, hooking the digit under his rainbow beaded choker. Takemichi wastes little time crawling back over you meeting your lips once more. Before things get past the point of no return, you pull away breathlessly with a hand cupping his face. Your acrylic fingernails dig into the baby fat still clung onto his cheeks even in his mid twenties.
“Promise to pull out.” Your eyes gaze down at his plump and shiny lips as you speak.
“I pr-womise.” He says with a nod, his voice slightly slurred from his cheeks being squished in between your grasp.
Twenty minutes in Takemichi has you on your back in missionary. His soft hands hold the back of your knees, hiking your legs up and open while he’s on the verge of fucking himself stupid, You’re proud though, he’s lasting longer than he usually does but you can tell he can only take so much. His cock is just so sensitive but one thing about him is that he’s able to stay hard even after he’s cum. It's both a blessing and a curse, which is why you have to stop him when he gets a little too far gone. He can’t hear anything nor does he have anything of substance floating in head. Michi only wants to fuck until he’s shooting blanks and on the verge of passing out.
Michi leans over, his naked skin pressed onto yours in an act of intimacy within itself. He hides his face in your neck, his moans getting whiner and more frequent as he continues pounding his cock into your velvety cunt. He was close, you knew it and now it was the perfect time.
“So— can I?” Your voice cracks a bit, feeling your high build up deep in the pit of your belly by the second. His red flushed mushroomed tip is hitting just the right spot, dragging along your throbbing walls in quick rhythmic thrusts.
“C-Can you w—what?” He asked through a moan, voice muffled from your skin.
“The purse, baby— will you get it for me?” You clarify. It was a pretty purse, something you saw when you were shopping on the strip earlier. It would go perfectly with an outfit you’ve been waiting to wear but it needed something else to complete it and that bag is the missing puzzle piece.
His lack of response was worrying to say the least, he usually answers immediately but the only thing you got in return was a series of grunts and pounding that almost hurt.
“Baby,” You whimper between the erratic thrusts you were receiving from the thick cock pounding into your slick and pulsating cunt. “Michi, look at me.” Your hands slide up from his shoulders, to his neck until they rested on the sides of his cheeks forcing him to look down at you. “Are you gonna cum?” You looked in his pretty blue eyes.
“You have to pull out, okay? I’m serious, I haven’t taken my pill.” You push gently. Takemichi had a.. “habit” of not wanting to pull out when he came but it was never really an issue because you were on birth control. Sex with a condom is always preferred because you can never be too safe but sometimes there were exceptions. This time was a little different though. You.. you knew it wasn’t a good idea having sex with Michi right now for a couple different reasons, 1.) You were ovulating and 2.) You hadn’t taken your birth control in a few days.
You were playing with fire but.. Michi promised. Everything would be okay, right? You trusted him but he's looking at you and it’s so clear that he’s not all there mentally. He has a distant look in his eyes, unhinged almost. Completely checked out and only focused At this point, Takemichi has completely tuned out your cries and whines as he continues to rut clumsily into you. He’s already made up his mind— he’s done so months ago actually. He wants to cum inside of you. Can you blame him though? You’re letting him fuck you raw, are you insane? This was such a rare privilege, you’ve only let him do this only once before and ever since then he’s been yearning for the day he’ll be able to fuck you raw again. It’s addictive and a feeling that can’t be quite replicated no matter how many fancy toys he obtains.
As Michi continued to fuck into you caught up in his thick and hazy pussy drunk trance you cried out in a panic, eyes tearing up quickly when you realize the predicament you've got yourself in. He wasn’t going to stop anytime soon. You wind your hand back and land a slap on his cheek with enough force that his head turns to the other direction, the outline of your hand appearing as a light pink mark on the side of his pale cheek.
Time seems to slow down as you watch his head slowly turn towards you, his eyes seem different— like he’s more present than he was moments before. Michi locks eyes with you and blinks, his cheek still stinging in rhythmic ripples from the slap you just gave him. He watches the tears pooling at the corner of your eyes fall and be absorbed by the hair at your temple. He feels a sense of pleasure he’s never felt before seeing you cry in a setting like this..
Before you could open your mouth to say something, his cock twitched. His head falls and he shuts his eyes tightly before muttering a strained and shaky apology, painting your innermost walls white with his thick and potent seed.
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