#sano shinichiro smut

[torasplanet]

❝𝙄𝙁 𝙎𝙃𝙀 𝙒𝘼𝙉𝙉𝘼 𝙁𝙐𝘾𝙆 𝙈𝙔 𝘽𝙍𝙊𝙏𝙃𝙀𝙍, 𝙄𝙈𝘼 𝙇𝙀𝙏 𝙃𝙀𝙍.ᐟ❞

S. SANO + F. READER + W. IMAUSHI

𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 ; wakasa wants you, you want wakasa and who is shinichiro to deprive his girl of what she wants and be a bad best friend at the same time? he just wants to be in it too.

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 ; smut, threesome obvi, high sex, starts off awkward tbh, weed, dp??, bf! shin, praise, teasing, begging, shy!reader ig, stripping, high sex, skin color not mentioned

Shinchiro knew he wasn’t necessarily the smartest but he wasn’t stupid either. He saw the way Wakasa stared at you; his eyes wandering all over your body specifically your chest and his stare lingered there shamelessly. A sly and lustful smile sneaking on the male’s face whenever your hand lands on his arm, shoulder, or even his leg.

Wakasa was so busy staring at you that he didn’t notice you staring at him. Your eyes often landed on his crotch seeing his hard-ons through his pants and biting your lip at the sight before looking back up into his purple eyes acting as if you hadn’t seen a thing but even if he hadn’t noticed it, Shinichiro did. He saw it and he saw your neediness for his best friend when you shifted your gaze to him after seeing Wakasa’s boner to reply to whatever he said.

It should’ve bothered Shinchiro to be a spectator to his girlfriend eye-fucking his best friend and vice versa but it didn’t. Well, that was a lie. It bothered him a little bit but only because he wasn’t included. He wanted to be in the middle of whatever staring thing you and Wakasa had going on.

So he said that.

“You can only fuck him if I’m in the middle of it,” Shinichiro said leaning back on his bed cigarette in between his pink lips as you sat on top of him your legs on either side of him caging him your hands on his shoulders as you looked at him a pout on your lips. When you started this conversation, you plastered that pout on your face hoping that he wouldn’t get angry at you for wanting to fuck Wakasa but his reply shocked you and the pout dropped.

You didn’t expect that but you weren’t complaining. In fact, you were exhilarated by the idea! Why didn’t you think of that before? You only thought of him watching not joining in, you could be so dumb sometimes.

A smile came on your lips staring at your boyfriend in his dark eyes “Of course Shin.” You grabbed the cigarette from his lips and watched as he blew the smoke out while putting it in your mouth. Shinichiro didn’t say anything and just kept staring at you eyes beginning to wander down before coming back up.

He really liked that conversation and especially what happened after it but his conversation with Wakasa was…interesting…

“I wanna fuck your girl, bro. She’s pretty as fuck.” Wakasa said out of nowhere and Shinichiro just looked at him already knowing this information, and just blinked before looking down “I know.” The black-haired male said shrugging his shoulders and running his fingers through the side of his hair. Wakasa didn’t respond and just gazed at his friend waiting for him to say something.

Maybe that their friendship is over? Maybe telling him to go fuck himself? Anything because the silence was killing him. It's not like he was showing it.

Wakasa could’ve easily not said anything and just kept staring keeping his feelings to himself but that would be a pussy ass move of him. He wouldn’t be a good friend either so he was just going to tell Shinichiro and get it the fuck over with.

But out of all things, he didn’t expect Shinichiro to say what he did “You can.” What? Wakasa looked at his friend bug-eyed and his mouth hanging open in astonishment. He let out a sound of confusion and Shinichiro looked up at him through his eyelashes “She wanna fuck you too.” Shinichiro said a smirk forming on his lips while looking at his friend through the black strands of his silky hair.

“Was telling me all about it. How she wants to go down on you and stuff like that.” The Sano male continued raising his head finally shrugging as he did so. His words were like…fuck, they were like permissions sent from the lord itself that he could enter the gates of heaven.

That’s practically what they were because the gates of heaven to Wakasa were your legs opening nice and wide for him and Shinichiro was the god allowing it “You cool with that for real?” The Lilac-eyed man questioned wanting to be absolutely sure that he wasn’t overstepping anything. He knew how Shinichiro was; wanting to do nothing but please his lady even if he didn’t like what she wanted.

“Yeah, just as long as I’m in it,” Shinichiro said with a small laugh making Wakasa grin.

“Yeah of course man.”

Shinichiro would say he never imagined himself sharing his girlfriend with Wakasa but that’d be nothing but a wholehearted lie. Wakasa was his best friend, brother, and platonic soulmate, and shared everything with him. You were his actual soulmate, his lover, his other best friend, and the person he planned to marry in the future and he’d give you anything you wanted so when you wanted to fuck his sworn brother, of course, he’d let you.

He’d give you the entire moon if you wanted it but you didn’t want the moon. Well, not the planet Moon. The moon that was his best friend. Wakasa reminded you so much of the moon, quiet, purple eyes to match the purple and black sky that the moon brought upon the world and you wanted it. It was a nice change from the sun that was Shinichiro.

Shinichiro was loud, funny, such a sweetheart and so cute! His dark eyes would not show the sun but everything that showed in them was enough to brighten up a room. You loved him but you wanted to see the moon for all of its glory while still staying with the sun.

Good thing eclipses happen and the sun allowed it.

Shinichiro sat on the couch of Wakasa’s place, you snuggled up under his arm with Wakasa on the other end of the couch shinichiro separating the two of you while you all passed around a blunt. It was awkward. Well for you at least.

You knew why you were here with the two of them and they knew it too but no one had said anything about it so far which made you anxious and made you felt awkward especially how Wakasa was staring at you more than he did other times, him shifting in his seat a lot and the obvious tent in his shorts.

When you felt Shinichiro move you looked up at him your head under his armpit and hand on his chest and he glanced down at you before up at Wakasa “So, waka why don’t you tell [y/n/n] what you told me?” The dark-haired man guided adjusting his seating again making you curious about why he was moving so damn much so you looked down like any normal girl would and would you look at that.

He was rock hard too. Wasn’t even trying to hide the bulge in his dark sweatpants because he was man-spreading.

There was a tap on your cheek and you looked up again and Shinichiro silently told you to look at the purple and blonde-haired man with his eyes so you did like a good girl. Heat rising to your face at Wakasa’s gaze on you his hand coming down to palm himself in his pants making sure you saw it “You’re the prettiest fucking girl ever–fuck…I wanna know if your body pretty too. Probably not prettier than your face.” Wakasa said and your face got hotter at the compliment and you brought a hand up to hide your embarrassment.

Shinichiro grabbed hold of your hand and forcefully pulled it away from your face “Don’t be shy now.” That was a crazy request of him. How could you not be shy when Wakasa was palming himself at the sight of you just sitting there, Shinichiro was rock-hard and you were all flustered your pussy drooling in your panties pulsing just wanting some attention.

Shinichiro observed how you sat there nearly a shaking mess thighs rubbing together to cause friction and he almost laughed at how nervous you were when you were nothing even relating to nervous when you were telling Shinichiro all about how you wanted Wakasa and him to turn you into their shared girl. Well…you didn’t exactly say that but you might as well have with all the filth leaving your lips mindlessly but it was mainly his fault you were so dumb not thinking about anything you were saying.

He had you sat on his cock asking you about all the things you wanted to do and fantasized about involving the imaushi male while making you ride him to chase your orgasm. It was no wonder you were just letting your little dreams slip from your swollen lips along with moans begging for him but how is he supposed to make them come true if he doesn’t know about them? It would’ve happened eventually.

“Go on, show him how pretty you are entirely.” The dark-haired man said gesturing for you to stand up and giving you a little shove on your back to get you going and you slowly sat up from your position hesitating to stand up “It’s just us here angel. Don’t be so nervous.” Shinichiro said softly grabbing your hand and gently pressing a kiss to your knuckles while handing the blunt to Wakasa who immediately put it out not wanting to look away from you for more than a second. He didn’t want to miss anything.

You smiled at him. He was always such a gentleman particularly when he knew you were uneasy. It made you relax.

You stood up in front of both of them their gazes burning into your body. It didn’t take you long to begin to take your clothes on starting with your shirt and then making your way to your pants leaving you in nothing but your undergarments and Shinichiro made sure you wore the matching set he bought you that he thought was so cute. It was a nice purple and black set. Didn’t take you very long to figure out what he was doing with that.

“Fuck shin…why you ain’t tell me she was so fine?” Wakasa asked groaning his gaze not leaving you one bit as you two maintained eye contact despite the sinful actions both of you were doing to pleasure yourselves subtly. The stares, smiles, and compliments gave you confidence and you grinned at the man promiscuously.

Shinichiro watched as your hands drifted to behind you beginning to unclasp your bra “Didn’t think she’d want to do anything…” He responded leaning back against the sofa his arms spread out on the back of the piece of furniture. Eyes wavering over your body before looking up at your face you glanced at him feeling his watch and sent a sweet smile “‘Cause she my angel, right baby?” You giggled a bit at his words and the way that signature smile formed on his face. He was so cute.

You nodded silently groping the cups of your bra before letting it fall to the ground and Wakasa whistled “She ain’t no damn angel. More like a demon the way she lookin’ at me.” He said and this made your smile grow larger and become more desirable as your eyes slowly shifted to his. You walked forward to him kneeling before him and peering up at him through your eyelashes like Shinichiro had done to him when they talked.

Fuck, that was enough to nearly make him cum in his pants but he didn’t and groaned at his tip rubbing against his fabric restraints. You rested your cheek against his leg blinking up at him a smile still on your face, your tits pressed up against the seat of the couch from how close you were to his crotch “What do you want me to do?” You muttered quietly.

Wakasa wanted to fuck your tits so badly, watch as you squished his dick between them your nipples becoming hard and white painting all over your chest. He wanted it so badly but wanted to know what you wanted. He wanted to know what was the first thing you were going to do out of all the things you told Shinichiro that he had no clue about because the Sano male refused to tell him claiming it was going to be a ‘surprise’.

His hand went to your head “I want you to do what you want.” Wakasa answered and you laughed a bit through your smile and looked back at Shinichiro asking for permission as he already knew what you wanted to do.

Shinchiro couldn’t smile as wide as he wanted to at your actions because he was already smiling ear to ear. He didn’t care what Wakasa said about you being dirty because you were still his angel. You weren’t innocent, he knew that and you knew that but to Shinichiro, you’d always be an angel.

“Do whatever you want but don’t have too much fun without me, ‘kay?” Shinichiro said adjusting the way he was sitting allowing him a better look at you and your tits “Okay.” You said in response before turning back to Wakasa and glancing down at the hem of his shorts reaching your fingers up to hook them onto it gently pulling at it and allowing it to snap back against his skin over and over. Your eyes kept wandering down to his happy trail wanting to see the path it led to.

“Want me in your mouth?” Wakasa asked maliciously. Even though he already knew the answer, he wanted you to say it. He wanted you to tell him how you needed his dick stuffing your mouth and making you gag and he didn’t give a shit how embarrassed you’d be about it because you were only getting what you wanted if you said it. With your words.

He saw the embarrassment write itself on your face as you avoided eye contact with him looking every which way but his face “C’mon, I don’t know what you’re saying…gotta tell me what you want baby.” Wakasa said lowly in his raspy voice grabbing your face and forcing you to look up at him hearing Shinichiro’s snickers in the background and he was obviously trying to hide it so he didn’t make you more embarrassed.

You once again turned your head to look at your boyfriend for help and he just shrugged with the same smile on his face but instead of it being comforting, it was like he was enjoying seeing her all embarrassed knowing how shy she was when it came to things like this “I bet he lets you do whatever you want doesn’t he?” The multi-colored-haired man said making you turn back to him with a pout on your face. He was being mean. He knew what you wanted and was still going out of his way to embarrass you and make you say it.

You just couldn’t…it was so humiliating! You couldn’t confess to Wakasa how badly you wanted to give him head, you were already in this situation.

Wakasa grabbed the back of your head and pulled your face closer to his his breath on your face “I’m not like that. You gotta tell me what you want, I ain’t a mind reader.” He said and there was silence. He leaned closer to you as if he was about to kiss you but when you closed your eyes preparing for it…he pulled away.

You heard a laugh, two actually and you opened your eyes feeling even more embarrassed “Come on Waka. Don’t be mean to her like that, she's just a lil shy.” Shinichiro said putting his hand on top of your hair comfortingly but he was still laughing.

You heard movement behind you and it wasn’t long until felt Shinichiro’s presence right behind you and he pressed his cheek against yours his laughter dimming down “Angel wants to suck your dick, she’s just too shy to admit it.” Shinichiro said and Wakasa got hotter at his friend's words and how his face was pressed against yours as you looked like you were about to cry.

Hey, don’t judge him. If anyone saw someone as handsome as Shinichiro right next to a beautiful girl like you talking dirty like that, they’d feel conflicted too and their dick would get hard too or their pussy would get wetter…whatever. They’d nearly cum in their fucking underwear at the sight.

Shinichiro pulled his face from yours and pressed a kiss to your cheek “Don’t mind if I get behind you do you?” He asked softly beginning to kiss all over your cheek, jaw, and neck making you squirm and feeling the wet spot in your panties grow larger. You hummed negatively shaking your head and Shinichiro made his way out of your sight and behind you, his hands transferring to your hips holding them so tight yet softly like they were molded just to fit your body.

You looked up at Wakasa for permission as you pulled at his waistband revealing his happy trail once again but you didn’t let go of it and just kept holding waiting for that nod and when he reluctantly gave it to you; no time was wasted dragging his shorts and boxers off in one swoop letting them puddle at his ankles.

“Shin, you’re too damn nice to her. That’s why she so shy.” Wakasa said watching as Shinichiro pulled your panties off quickly tossing them to the floor and the only thing Wakasa thought of was if it was him, he’d rip them bitches off faster than you could even comprehend he grabbed onto them. “I ain’t always so nice to her. She knows she still gotta tell me how bad she needs it.” His hand made its way to the small of your back pressing down and making you arch as you wrapped your fingers around Wakasa’s cock.

He was longer than Shinichiro but he was slimmer too. A little more veiny too. But the tip being bright pink when they were really worked up was the same for both of them.

“Tell me, do you really need it? Or are you just being a little drama queen?” Shinichiro asked his fingers gently tapping on your back tickling against your skin a bit. “Yeah…I don’t think you really need either of us that bad. Looks like you’re just bored to me.” Wakasa added taking his chance to be mean to you. 

You whimpered a bit “I do. I need it so bad.” Your words were a jumbled-up mess dissolving into each other like sugar melting and the two men exchanged glances with identical looks on their faces “Which one? You want it in your pussy or your mouth?” Shinichiro asked taking his hand and reaching it around placing it on your tummy before letting it slide down giving a light slap to your clit and feeling your juices coat his fingertips.

A whine left your throat as you threw your head back “Both! P-Please, wanna be so full.” You blabbered tearing away from your shyness and putting your pleasure first. It was embarrassing but you needed it so bad, you were an achy shaky mess and it hurt so much! The only cure was getting filled up by Shinichiro’s fat cock and choking on Wakasa’s.

Wakasa opened his mouth to speak but Shinichiro spoke up before he could “You even remembered your manners. You deserve it, angel.” Shinichiro said bringing his hand back to spread your legs giving him more access to your sopping wet pussy that was clenching around nothing just begging to be fucked but Wakasa didn’t think you quite deserved it yet.

“I think she should beg a bit more.” Wakasa said as you groaned at the feeling of Shinichiro entering you filling you up really quick not wasting any time showing his desperation too “You wanna get your dick wet or what? She’s been good.” Shinichiro said with an eye roll bringing one of his hands up and shoving your head down onto Wakasa’s dick making you immediately choke.

Wakasa tossed his head back moaning audibly at the feeling of you already starting to suck like it was an instinct “You’re right. You’re the one that gets to enjoy this shit so you know her better than I do.” Wakasa groaned his hand replacing his friend’s as he kept your head down making a few gags escape through the air along with the filthy noises your pussy was making from Shinichiro began to thrust his hips forward snapping his pelvic bone against the fat of your ass.

“Damn right.” He delivered a slap to your thigh making you jump slightly and whimper on Wakasa. As nice as Shinichiro was, he could be mean when you two were connected in this way and now that he was around Wakasa, the literal king of being mean and sarcastic, he was getting influenced to be even more mean. Maybe that weed was a part of it too. You knew how Shinichiro got when he wasn’t sober.

Wakasa thrusts his hips into your face slowly beginning to fuck your face matching his rhythm and pace to Shinichiro’s. He felt like a fucking high school boy getting his first blowjob because he felt like he was gonna cum any second especially with you looking up at him through your lashes with your hands resting on his thighs your nails digging into the flesh of his legs as you just allowed him to fuck your face hollowing your cheeks around him.

“Ah!” You moaned eyes rolling to the back of your head your back arching as Shinichiro kept pounding into you his hands on your waist holding you in place. You had nowhere to run but that’s if you even wanted to and you didn’t. You wanted to take all they had to give you no matter if you’d choke on all of it and end up a fucked out mess on the floor cum seeping out of your holes.

You reached your hand back opening and closing your palm to catch Shinichiro’s attention “My baby wants to hold my hand? Always so needy for me.” Shinichiro said sweetly with a bit of a teasing tone hidden in there but regardless of what he sounded like, he grabbed your hand and held it intertwining his fingers with yours.

“Fuck…” Wakasa groaned making Shinichiro look up at him with a curious look on his face while beads of sweat ran down his face and he laughed a bit “Cumming already? Thought you said you don’t cum easy?” The black-haired male asked with a smile on his face as Wakasa glared down at his friend.

Yeah, he deeply regretted saying that shit now because he was on the verge of cumming right now and he wasn’t going to hold back just because Shinichiro wanted to tease him because Wakasa told him that he doesn’t cum easily because he’s not a virgin and at the time…Shinichiro was a virgin. That didn’t matter now, not to Wakasa anyway but Shinichiro would be able to laugh at him back for that insult the moment he came down your throat.

“Yeah, I don’t but she’s just fucking…she’s fucking amazing!” The Imaushi man said his voice raising towards the end of his speech as he felt relief flood over his body and he came into your mouth shooting his white ropes down your throat and of course, you gagged. You felt that he was cumming with every twitch but you didn’t know he’d cum so much…

He let go of your head allowing you to lift your head while you swallowed his cum whining a bit because of how sore your throat was now and because Shinichiro’s pace hadn’t slowed yet “Swallow it all?” Wakasa asked breathing heavily and you nodded opening your mouth just a bit so he could see how it was empty making him grin down at you.

“So good. Such a fucking angel.” Shinchiro said through his gritted teeth as he closed his eyes his pace quickening rather than slowing making you jerk forward and your nails dug into Wakasa’s legs more as you tried to stop your body from jerking forward so much. Wakasa placed his hand on your cheek and raised your body while lowering his so his lips could meet yours.

The kiss was very sloppy with a bit of drool running down your chin during it and with how you kept trying to not jerk forward so you wouldn’t knock your teeth onto Wakasa’s, it was a messy kiss too.

However, this kiss didn’t last very long. “Stop kissing her, you’re messing up my fucking rhythm,” Shinichiro said harshly grabbing onto the back of your neck pulling you away from the man and forcing you down again your face almost hitting the floor if it wasn’t for your hands still on Wakasa’s legs to support you.

His hits to your cervix became rougher and your moans got sluttier and louder “Ah fuck…cum with me, baby. Please.” Shinichiro groaned out letting his head drop his eyes still shut feeling himself coming undone all in your womb with you cumming around him letting out sobs.

Shinichiro breathed heavily along with you and looked up to his friend who was just watching that whole thing his dick rock hard again earning another laugh out of Shinichiro. He pulled out of you and forced you to sit up leaning against his chest still breathing heavily coming down from your high. You spotted Wakasa’s hard-on and looked up into his lilac eyes.

You felt your boyfriend’s breath on the shell of your ear but you didn’t look away from Wakasa “Want us to clean up or you wanna go again?” He asked and it was hardly a whisper because from how Wakasa looked away from you and at Shinichiro, he obviously heard it too. His gaze returned to yours awaiting your response.

“Yeah.” You whispered a smile growing on your swollen lips and you could practically feel Shinichiro smile at your answer.

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[swimmpantyz]

: ̗̀RIDING...

... and not a bike.

bf!sano shinichiro x fem!reader

summary: your visit to your boyfrind's shop for his bday ended up in a making-babies-session.

tw: breeding kink, porn w/o plot, unprotected sex, crempie

words: +600

that's it, that's all

The door of the shop was locked. A "Closed" sign hanging on the window.

You were on the restroom, sitting on Shinichiro's lap.

"Yeah... just like that baby." Your hand clenched his white shirt while jumping on him. Eyes shut with an open mouth, not holding any sound, you knew how much he loved to hear how well he fucked you.

His hands were on your hips, squeezing you. His pelvis was moving along, pushing his cock even deeper inside you. He was hitting just the right spot.

"Oh, it's so good." You practicly coed. He grunted at your words, holding you closer to his body. Your hands caressed his chest. He looked up at you with glossy eyes.

"So, so good." You whined and he almost whimpered right there.

You leaned a bit, kissing him softly, muttering between the wet yet soft kiss.

"I love it, I love you." He trembled under you, messy black hair and red cheeks, staring in a blissful state.

"Why so sweet today, hm?... not that I'm complaining." He whispered, his hands brushing the hair off of your face, sloppy smile showing his surprisingly white teeth. Surprising cuz he smoke almost half a box of fags per day. "Ya came all dolled up and pretty..." He muttered, holding you thight, making you stay in place.

He started to fuck you slowly, cock touching your insides with delicacy.

"Is my boy's birthday today, isn't it?" You teased sweetly. He let out a shaky chuckle.

"it is? Mh-fuck, I totally forgot about it." He said, quickening up the pace. "You just got me all day thinking about ya." You laughed softly, with an high pitched and breathy voice.

"Is it my fault?" He nodded eagerly.

"Love it though... " His dark eyes kept staring up at you, focusing on the cute faces you were making. "Shit- You're so unbelievably pretty, doll, ya'know that, right?" You let out a few unintelligible words, nodding repeatedly.

Shinichiro chuckled a bit.

"Is too much already? my girl can't handle more?" He tried to tease you, his words almost making you laugh since he was in such a pussy-drunk state, grunting and moving his hips like some sort of animal.

But you couldn't. Not when he was fucking you so well.

"I- Ah!- ... I can-" Mouth open in a little o, his name slipping out of your mouth like some broken audio cassette. Your walls clenching had Shinichiro squeezing your waist to use you like a fleshlight, moving you up and down fastly, balls bumping into your ass, tip hitting your cervix easily. It was a mess between your wetness and his pre-cum. The loud sticky sounds and the always present clapping filling the room.

It was probably the best sex you two had in months. It got you fastly to the egde, your sweaty body colliding with his.

"Mh- fuck... fuck baby you're squeezing me so much... G-God-- 'm gonna cum inside this pretty pussy, mh? ya want that? want me to fill ya up?" He grunted while you nodded repeatedly, arching your back when his pace quickened, hard thrusts making you whine all over and over. His hand pressed the bulge of his cock on your stomach, staring at it with a dumb smile.

"Come on, take it all and make me a daddy... Shit, I need to put a baby right here." His throaty and rushed voice got muffled with your lips against his, his tongue moving in circles inside your mouth. When his thumb started to play with your clit you couldn't edge it anymore as you came undone on his cock. And Shinichiro couldn't either, not when you were whimpering his name and squeezing for dead's god his cock.

It felt like a second orgasm when his cum filled you up to the brim, sloppy thrusts as he emptied himself in your deepest spot.

Your hands went to his hair, caressing and pulling softly. He mumbled some unnentengible words, you just could understand some 'I love you's.'

"Happy birthday Shin." You whispered, kissing his cheek lovingly. And he gave you the sweetest smile, still dizzy and deep inside you.

"Ya're the best birthday present ever baby." His hands held you closer, hugging for a few minutes before getting decent to open the shop again...

Of course you kept the little party going on Shinichiro's house.

made this cuz we need more shinichiro content on here!!

#shinichiro x reader #shinichiro sano #shinichiro smut #tr shinichiro #tokrev shinichiro #tokyo revengers #smut #tokyo revengers smut #sano shinichiro #sano shinichiro smut #sano shinichiro x reader #sano shinichiro x you #shinichiro sano smut

[shoyoist]

content: fem!reader. pussy eating + fingering. somno, but not exactly. overstimulation, implied multiple orgasms. listen up everyone shin eats pussy for his own pleasure <33

 — . ｡˚ ♡  shinichiro wakes you up at 00:00 on the first of August, hungry for his birthday present.

"angel," the muffled, sleep-heavy rasp of shinichiro's voice coaxes you away from your sleep, and your eyes flutter open slowly as you feel the pull of his arms around your thighs.

"what—" your mouth opens to ask him if something's wrong, but what escapes your parted lips instead is a gasp of pleasure, when you feel his fingers pull at the folds of your pussy, your legs already spread and thrown over his shoulders as he leans in and places a chaste kiss right on your clit. "shin!"

"g'mornin', love." he mumbles, lips pressed to your cunt. the space between your legs feels slick, sticky — and you're not sure if that's just his tongue, or if he's been palming and playing with your body already, causing you to react to him unconsciously. "guess what day it is today?"

"'s y-your birthday." you mumble, eyes hazily searching for the clock on the table beside the bed, and they open wider when you see that it's barely two minutes past midnight. "baby, it's not even morning yet. why—"

"want my present." he slurs into your pussy, and any reply that was forming in your head is wiped clean when he sticks his tongue into your hole, drinking up the wetness that leaks out of you. "didn't wanna wait."

your mind is cloudy with sleep, barely awake.

but the pleasure that sparks up your spine and within the coil in your stomach when his lips press into your clit, deft fingers digging into the plush skin of your thighs as he grips them tighter, urging you to wrap them around his head as he delves deeper into your cunt — it's electrifying.

when you look down, you see the dark mess of short, black hair bobbing between your legs as he eats your cunt all up, sending shivers crawling through you with each flick of his warm tongue between your folds.

"so fuckin' good, angel." he grunts, low and husky as he takes hold of the back of your thigh and pushes your leg further up, allowing himself more room. "y'taste so good."

a flustered whimper is all you can manage in reply, as he presses you into the bed and devours you, letting out the neediest groans right into your cunt, your body shaking with each word he says. "make some pretty sounds f'me? need ta hear you."

he says it like he isn't just going to wrap his lips around your clit and suck the moans out of you himself, but you open your mouth anyway, letting out a sleepy plea for him to go just a little faster with his tongue, telling him to take you to his heart's content.

"'s my good girl," he breathes, the words hot and heavy over your skin as he turns his face and gives you a wet kiss on the inside of your thigh. "my only girl, yeah?"

"mhm," you whine, hips jerking as he dives back into eating you out, the orgasm building within you so fast it makes you dizzy.

"my one 'n only girl g'nna let me," he exhales, licking a thick line from your clenching pussy to your throbbing clit. "let me fill her up? gonna let me make her cum as many times as i want, 'n then fuck her full of my cum?"

"yes," you moan. there's no other answer to give, not when it feels so amazing and when it's your sweet, doting boyfriend's birthday and this is all he wants to have from you.

"good girl." he repeats, and with the next hot kiss he lands on your clit, your orgasm crashes down on you, and your breath catches in your throat as you cry out, asking for his fingers, wanting him to curl them into your tight, fluttering walls as you reach your high.

he does as you say — but you can barely hear his praising whispers as he pushes two fingers, and then three, into your squelching pussy and fucks you with them. each wave that washes over you is one of pure bliss, and your vision goes bright with stars as you gasp out shinichiro's name again and again, unable to say anything else.

"fuck, my doll's the prettiest when she's cumming." he says, and you think he's done, that he's going to let you come down from your high and then put his cock in you — but then, his arms wrap tighter around your hips.

shinichiro pulls you back in, and fits his tongue in your cunt again. "mm, keep goin', angel. keep makin' those pretty sounds."

you grab at the blanket that's under you, curling your fingers into a fist and letting your other hand crawl between your legs so you can push him away, ask for a few minutes in between before he fucks you again. "wait, wait, shin—"

"no," he says bluntly, tongue lapping at the slick as it drools out of your cunt. "taste so good like this, baby. let me have you."

the spike of pleasure that courses through you when his lips tighten around your wet clit almost stings, this time — and when you squirm in his unrelenting embrace, an incoherent moan spilling from your throat, you know he's enjoying this so much.

he loves when you squirm helplessly in his hold, coming undone over and over again by his needy mouth — he loves pushing you to heaven like this. gets drunk off it.

and you can't help but think of his cock — hot, leaky and blushed red under his sweats as he grinds against the mattress, so ready to force its way into your tight, sticky heat and stuff you full of his cum.

that'll have to wait, though. because what shin wants for his birthday is to have you as his first meal, and he's not going to move onto anything else till his hunger has been quenched.

#₊˚ପ⊹ REKHA™. #₊˚ପ⊹ NYCHTA. #shinichiro smut #shinichiro x reader #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers smut #tr x reader #tr fluff #shinichiro headcanons #shinichiro drabbles #sano shinichiro x reader #shinichiro sano x reader #sano shinichiro smut #shinichiro sano smut #tokyo revengers x you #shinichiro x you

[zeltqz]

— three’s game

·˚ ◌༘₊· ͟͞꒰➳ a simple question led to feelings being revealed & a heated threesome one-sided threesome.

pairings — shinichiro sano + wakasa imaushi

warnings —fem!reader, cigarettes, voyeurism near the end, oral (f), missionary, creampie, unprotected sex, shinichiro gets jealous and kicks wakasa out the room, shin and waka brainrot hehe, OG timeline shin + waka.

notes — i tried to make this fluffy but put more effort on the smut bye 💀 also this is ib @/heich0e hehe @luvhaitani tagged as promised🫶🏾🫂

“Do it [Name].”

You bite down on your lip a bit too hard and grip the phone in your hand a little bit tighter.

You contemplate for a moment; ask your roommate an awkward question that will for sure ruin the balance of your ‘friendship’ for the rest of your life, for a simple 30 bucks. 

“If I do this—” You swallow hard, “you gotta buy me takeout tonight, and on top of that, send me the 30.”

“What?! You’re doing way too—”

“Do you even get what you’re asking of me? You want me to ask my roommate if my name is moanable enough…”

“Heh, yeah. Do it!”

You fight the urge to reach through the screen and bash your friend’s face into the glass. “Takeout and money? Tonight? I won’t ask unless you agree to it.”

“Fine, takeout and money. Now go, don’t be a pussy!”

You swallow for the tenth time in the last two minutes, shoving your phone in the backpocket of your shorts before you head over down the hallway to your roommates room. He’s been in there all day with the door locked. “Hey, Shin, could I ask you a question?” You ask, knocking at the door.

“Yeah, wait, come in.” 

You reach down and open the doorknob, only to freeze the moment you open the door. Though he’s not looking at you, you had completely forgotten he had his bestfriend Wakasa over. Shit, shit abort mission. 

Abort—

“What question?” Shinichiro smiles at you from his bed, that stupidly innocent smile that made you fall for him the momenet you laid your eyes on him. 

“I—uh—” Your phone vibrates through your backpocket and you don’t need to look at the screen to know your bestfriend is spamming the shit out of you to ask. “Do…do you um—” Shinchiro blinks at you, waiting for you to ask the question, and Wakasa isn’t even paying you anymind, just on his phone and not even sparing you a glance. “—do you think my name is moanable?”

You swear your heart rate stops the same time you see Shinichiro’s eyes go wide and for the first time tonight, Wakasa actually looks up at you; his face is unreadable but the smirk on it says exactly what you think he’s thinking. 

“Moanable, huh?”

“Hey, Wakasa… I didn’t see you there.” You try to act like you weren’t even aware of his presence, like it’s a shock seeing him here, but he just darts his eyes back between you and Shinchiro.

He nudges Shin with his elbow, the slight jostle brings Shinichiro away from his thoughts and back down to earth. “Well, you think her name is moanable or not?”

“I—uh—I don’t—how am—uh—what?”

You fiddle with your fingers. “Well?”

“I mean—sure? I don’t know, I’ve never moaned your name or anything so—” The hard blush on his cheeks gives himself away without even trying. You pretend not to notice it, but the more you look at it, the more confident you feel. 

“Is it moanable, Shin?” 

When Shinichiro doesn’t respond, Wakasa nudges him again. “Dude, moan her name.”

“I’m not fuckin’ doin that!” Shinchiro nudges him back with as much force. 

Wakasa laughs before switching off his phone, ready to give his full attention to you. “[Name], right?”

“Wow, you forgot my name already. I’m hurt.”

His eyeroll is expected; choosing to ignore your sarcasm. “[Name]...[Name]...hm.” He repeats the name under his breath a couple times, inside his head he’s thinking of all the lewd ways your name could be said. “Yeah, sounds pretty hot.” He turns to the side to face Shinichiro who looks like his face is about to explode with how red it is. “See, I answered it, now you do it.”

“Yeah—” His voice comes out raspy before he clears his throat, trying to not let his nerves show. “Yeah, it is.”

“Thanks!” You chirp, ready to leave the room and escape this awkward situation and speak with your friend but Wakasa calls your name before you can go. 

“Why’d you ask that? Seems a little random.” He leans back against the bed, then pats the open spot next to him and Shinichiro. 

“It was a dare.” Wakasa waits until you’re in an arm's reach before he’s dragging you closer with a simple tug, causing you to sit on the bed. The side of your thigh rubs against Shinichiro, who’s struggling to make eye contact with you. 

“Dare?” He flicks his eyes over to Shinichiro; a mischievous gleam in his eye makes Shinichiro panic with what he’s about to say next. “Say [Name], do you think my name is moanable?”

“Yes.” You can’t help but shy away from him when he moves closer to you, your lower back hitting Shinichiro’s leg as you try to shift away from Wakasa. 

“You do?” 

“Are you deaf? I already said ye—” 

Wakasa covers your mouth with a huge palm, before looking up at Shinichiro with a raised brow. “Shin, you never told the lady if her name is moanable.”

“I did, dumbass.” Shinichiro tries to joke, but with how your lowerback is currently digging into his kneecap, he can’t help but feel jittery with how close your back is. 

You furrow your brows and try to peel Wakasa’s hand away from your mouth, but his grip is too tight. “Do you think his name is moanable?” 

His. Him as in Shinichiro.

The realisation makes your squirming come to an end; suddenly the feeling of his kneecaps pressing into the bone of your lower back just near your ass becomes more apparent, like the only thing you can feel is that. You know Wakasa won’t drop it unless you answer him, so you drop all hesitation and nod your head.

You don’t see how Shinichiro darts his gaze towards your direction—an action only Wakasa sees before he smirks. He’s the only one aware of his friend's sly crush on you, he’s noticed how every single crumb of confidence Shin has suddenly disappears whenever you walk into the vicinity. And it’s even worse the fact you’re roommates together, having to see you everyday, hear you everyday—it’s gotta be soul crushing being so close to you yet so far.

“I’m gonna ask you another question, sweetheart.” Wakasa warns you before he lifts his hand away from your mouth. “Who’s name is more moanable, mine or his?” He nods in Shinichiro’s direction, grinning when he can practically see the gears turning in your head. 

You already know the answer; having moaned Shinchiro’s name a constant amount of times whenever you’re horny at night, fingers dipping a little low underneath your sheets for comfort as you cover your mouth with your hand as you play with yourself, wishing the finger flicking your clit was his tongue. 

But you have to act oblivious.

So you shrug and say, “I don’t know.”

Waka clicks his tongue before he’s leaning forward once more, causing you to move backwards, your back backing up against Shin’s chest. The moment you realise you can’t move backwards is when your brain realises what sort of position you’re in right now.

Waka’s fingers move along your thighs as he brushes his lips against your own. “Want to test it out?”

There’s an ill feeling in Shin’s chest as he watches how Waka’s fingers dance along your skin, how they inch further up your leg, stopping directly at your thighs before bunching up the skin in his grasp. “Dude, stop—”

“Stop what?” Waka lazily looks up at his friend, his hand massaging your thighs in his grip, “she likes it, look at her.”

Shin glances down at you briefly, his dark eyes somehow darkening even more when he realises from this angle he can see down your shirt, staring down directly at your breasts before he’s shifting his gaze somewhere else, trying to remain respectful, but you reach behind and grab onto his leg, nodding at Waka’s words. 

“I want to test it.”

“I’m gonna make you scream my name.” Wakasa boldly states before his fingers leave your thighs, travelling up north towards the hem of your shorts. He unzips them before pulling them down. 

Your phone slips out from the backpocket, the green call button on the top of your phone catches Wakasa offguard. He bends down to pick it at the same time you and Shinichiro manage to lock eyes with each other.

Your stomach flips and your breath catches in your throat when you soak in the look of flustered Shin, his cheeks have lost their pink hue but some of it is still evident there, his lips are slightly parted before you see his eyes slip down to your lips—for only a short second—but that second was all you needed before you felt it.

Felt something semi-hard prodding at your lower back, then you realised exactly what it is. “Shini—”

“Oh, you were on the phone the entire time?” Waka holds your phone out, causing you to whip your head back to the man in front of you.

“Well it was a da—”

“Hope you don’t mind if I hang up now, right?” He’s already pressing the big red end call button even without your permission. Though you should be mad he just hung up on your friend, a part of you is grateful that he did, because honest to God—the moment you locked eyes with Shin you’d had forgotten all about that phone.

“‘Kay so ‘m gonna eat you out now.” Waka hooks two fingers under your chin to tug you closer to him, “don’t forget to moan my name.”

“I’ll moan if it’s good.” 

You regret saying that, because the smirk on his face shows he’s more than confident in his abilities and you’re actually scared when you feel him reposition you on the bed. 

“Hey—” A softer voice taps at your shoulder and you look over your shoulder at Shin. “We really don’t have to do this, if you’re not comfortable.”

Wakasa is about to tug your panties off before you move on the bed a little, repositioning your body to half face Shinichiro. “It’s okay, I’m not uncomfortable.”

“Really?”

“Yea—”

“You guys’ done? Let’s get to work.” Waka hooks a finger underneath your lace panties, peeling them away from your body. 

Despite his finger moving through your folds, you can only focus on the heat radiating from Shin’s chest as he warms your back, can only focus on how he finally loosens up and leans down, pressing his lips against your shoulder, kissing a line towards your neck.

You help him out by moving your neck to give him more room. He rests his chin along your shoulder as he watches Wakasa tug your panties somewhere across the room. 

He runs a finger down up and down your slit, each stroke has your breath hitching as you wait for him to reach your clit—but he never does. He’s taking his sweet time, wanting to make you fall apart first. “Is she wet?” Shinichiro asks, his lips brushing against your ear. “I can hear her from here.”

You want to sink in on yourself, suddenly regretting everything you said early about wanting to do this. You had no clue that two guys on you would be so overwhelming, especially not with the way the noises coming from your pussy fill the silent room.

“Yeah—this wet over a conversation?” Wakasa presses a kiss to your thigh, “was thinking about moaning my name so hot?”

“Don’t flatter y-yourself.” You try to sound confident, but when you feel Shinichiro’s hands place themselves on your waist, squeezing the flesh there slightly, you can’t help the way your voice wavers. “I was thinking about something e--else”

“What were you thinkin’ of?” Shinichiro’s hands slide around your midriff, pulling you back against him more, making sure your ass bumps against his crotch.“Look at me.”

You can’t find it in yourself to respond, especially not with the way Waka’s lips sear marks into the skin of your thighs, how Shinichiro runs his hands along your stomach—slow strokes that reach to the underside of your bra before he shifts them back down.

“Oi,” A harsh slap to your thigh catches you off guard, letting out a quiet yelp/moan, catching the attention of the two men. Waka squeezes your thigh in his hand, ensuring that when he moves it there will be a mark there, and you swear you can feel Shin growing even harder against your lower back. “Answer his question.”

You look down at Waka, his dead eyes peeking up at you as he waits for your answer. “What question?”

He clicks his tongue again before he hooks a finger on your slit, catching some of your slick on the tip of his finger and pulls back slowly, seeing how far it stretches before breaking, dropping to the bedsheets, leaving a stain there.

“What were you thinking of to get you this wet?” He repeats and you wince when you feel Shinichiro start up his slow kisses once more.

“It doesn’t matter—jus—just keep going.” Your hand finds it’s way to the hair of the man behind you, digging your fingers into his scalp as you let out a soft sigh as he kisses your skin. “Fuck, Shin—” Upon hearing his name leave your mouth, his fingers dig into the skin of your stomach, tongue darting out as he licks a stripe along your neck before he’s biting down.

Waka hates the way you’ve already moaned Shinichiro’s name and all he’s done is kiss you. He needs to step up his game, so he leans down to your cunt and licks a slow soothing stroke from the bottom, to your clit, where his lips wrap around the small bundle of nerves. 

“Fuck—!” Your back arches into Shin’s chest, digging your nails into his hair, not caring if your grip is too tight, you just need to grab onto something. Waka’s tongue gets to work, flicking your clit in several directions as he brings your legs over his shoulders. 

You instantly wrap your legs, enclosing them around his head as you lean into the warmth of Shinichiro’s chest as  he continues to mark your neck. His lips leave your neck, one hand lifting off your stomach to tilt your face towards him. 

There’s a set of lips pressed against yours and you melt into his touch, twisting your body to try and face him a little better as you loop your arms around his shoulder. You can’t even feel Waka’s tongue on you anymore, not when every single functioning braincell in your head is just focusing on Shinichiro, his lips, his taste, his warmth, trying to remember every small detail to store in your brain for later.

You can’t focus on anything but the slide of his tongue against yours, the groan he lets out against your mouth when you dig your nails further into his hair, tugging him even closer to you as possible.

“Shin—” You break the kiss to moan his name once more, but he cuts you off with another kiss, too desperate to taste your soft lips once more. His hands slide up your chest, slipping them between your bra as he grabs at your tits, flicking his finger across your nipples and the feeling of Waka pressing a finger inside you has you pulling back from the kiss.

“Waka—wait—!” He curls his finger directly into your spot and you moan his name, dropping your hands to his hair when he leans back down to suck at your clit, flicking it harshly and rapidly with his tongue. “Waka—fuck ohmygod—” You squeak out, fighting the bodily urge to kick him away from you because the sensation was too much.

Shinchiro tugs your shirt off and helps you unhook your bra before he’s playing with your tits again, desperate to get your attention back on him. His hand slides up your neck, gripping at your throat tight enough to grab your attention before he’s kissing you again.

You feel dizzy, having both boys on you, using your body, your lips, just to get you to moan. You wonder  just how far the two of them are going to take this. “Shin—” You can’t help but moan out once more, desperate to just climb into his lap and let him embrace you.

“Yeah,” Shin mumbles against your lips. There’s something about the way he’s looking at you, how his eyes almost look relaxed as he soaks in your appearance, drinking in the sight of you panting heavily, your lips wet with his saliva. “Fuck,” he mutters so quietly you barely even register it, not when you feel another finger prodding at your entrance. He catches your bottom lip with his teeth, sucking on it as you let out soft moans, feeling his other hand slide up to your nipple, flicking it with the tip of his finger.

Shinichiro lets his eyes linger along the swell of your lips before slowly looking back up to your face. The moment he reaches your eyes is when you break down, walls tightening around Waka’s fingers he lets out a small groan.

His lips are back on you, kissing you through your orgasm whilst Waka’s fingers don’t let up, continuing to twist them in and out and hook onto your spot before your hand darts out to his hair, making him wince as you cum on his face.

Your moans are silenced by Shinichiro making out with you so softly,  just waiting for the moment Waka lifts his face from your cunt. The second he pulls his fingers out, Shin is grabbing your hips and tugging you on top of him. You kiss him back just as eagerly, hands cupping the sides of his face as you lick into his mouth. 

He lifts you up, high enough so he can slip a hand inside his pants to grab his cock. The moment he brings you back down, you can feel just how hard it is as it presses against your asscheek. 

“You gonna let me fuck you?” He pants out, already reaching behind you to grab at his cock. When your hips rise high enough to let him in, he smirks, dropping his head into your shoulder to brace himself the moment his tip enters your pussy.

“God—s’fuckin’ tight, jus’ like how I imagined—” His words are hot against your shoulder, his fingernails digging into your hips as you start to sink down onto his cock.

“Imagined?” You use the small energy you have left to lean back to get a better look at his face, the action causing you to sink a little lower, stealing another groan from his lips. 

Shin freezes upon the realisation of his words—ready to take it all back but you’re sinking down further, putting your hands behind you to rest on his knees to get more comfortable. “Shin—” you moan out, all elegant-like when he finally bottoms out.

He doesn’t give you a moment, his hands already lifting you up his entire length, ensuring nothing but the tip is left inside, before he’s pulling you back down. Shinichiro finally lifts his head away from your neck, only to be met with the eyes of Wakasa who’s smiling before he steals a cigarette from his dresser. 

“You’re welcome.” Waka nods his head over at you; and you’re too out of it to even notice what the two of them are even talking about. Your mind only filled with the man beneath you, the man who’s currently splitting you open with his cock, the man who’s nails are digging so deep into your skin—a forceful reminder that this is real-life, and not another one of your wet dreams.

“How’s she feel?” Wakasa asks, brows perking up at the strangled moan that leaves your lips the moment his cock hits something deep inside you.

“Fuck, Waka she’s squeezin’—shit—squeezin’ me s’tight.” Shinichiro grips your hips a little harder, hard enough to rip another moan out from you, almost hard enough to hurt. 

“Yeah? I can tell.” As much as he’s enjoying the view, he has to rip his gaze away from the scene to search for a lighter. “Man where the fuck you keep these things? Messy ass roo—” 

He’s cut off when Shinichiro slams you back down with a groan, a loud scream of his name leaves your lips before he’s flipping you over, pressing you into the sheets.

You grab onto his shirt, not caring about how hard you’re wrinkling it as you wait for him to put it back in. “Shin—c’mon hurry—” Your words are slurred, panting as you eagerly wait for him to stuff you full. 

“‘M comin’ wait jus’ one second.” Shinichiro sits back onto his knees, grabbing the base of his cock but not before pumping it a couple times, each stroke makes a bead of precum leak out from the tip. He does it a few more times before he’s leaning forward, resting a hand against his bed frame before he shoves it back inside, hiding a choked off groan inside the junction between your neck and shoulder.

You lift a shaking hand to brace it against his shoulders when he slams his hips against yours. Your neck tickles with his hot breath at every muffled moan he lets out whenever his balls slap against your ass just a little harder. “O-oh Shin’ keep goin’—ah fuc—”

“Touch yourself, please, need to f—feel you.” His breath stutters at the plain thought of seeing your nimble fingers struggle to rub your clit. The moment he feels your hands leave his shoulders, he’s sitting back up, tracing his eyes all over your body, the curve of your breasts, the way they bounce with every hard thrust from him. 

Fuck—this is a sight he thought he’d only see in his dreams. You make sure to follow the trail of his eyes down your body, fingers ready by your clit the second he reaches it. 

“Shin.” Your voice is hushed and whispered when you throw your head back, fingers dancing along your clit, fingers shaking with every roll of his hips against yours, each roll pushing his cock even deeper inside you, the curve of his cock making it easier to hit spots that make you clench around him even tighter.

“Goddamn—” Shin grabs your thighs, lifting them closer towards him as he watches his cock disappear inside you every few seconds. He digs his fingers into your skin, letting out a shaky groan when he fucks the white ring of cum on his cock back inside you. Fuck, when did you even come? How long ago was it? 

The smell of cigarettes and ash fills your nostrils and you want to cough. Looking to the side of Shinichiro, you see Wakasa blowing a puffy cloud of smoke out from his lips. His dead eyes meeting your own as he watches your body get jolted forward with each thrust from his friend.

“Wakasa—” 

“Mmm, I like it when you say my name like that.”

At that, Shinichiro stills, hips slamming against yours before he comes to a stop to turn his head back to his friend. 

Wakasa raises his brow, flicking his cigarette as he meets his friend's gaze.“Hm? Don’t mind me, just watchin’ the show.” 

“Can you get out?” He tries his hardest to sound stern, but Wakasa only finds it amusing with how breathy and hard he’s panting. 

“I’m fine here, actually.”

“Get out.” 

You trail your eyes up the man in front of you, how his grip on your hips tighten with how hard he’s glaring at Wakasa right now. He only returns the glare with a lazy one of his own and an obnoxious cloud of smoke that makes you cough again. 

Shinichiro returns his gaze back to you the second he hears Wakasa mumble something like ‘I got you two together and you throw me out like this’ followed by him leaving the room with a slam of the door. Shinchiro rolls his eyes before leaning down and using his hands to fan the smoke away from you. “You okay?”

“‘M alright, Shin.” You run your hands up his neck, tugging at the hairs on the back of his neck to pull him closer. “Now fuck me, please.”

“Shit—okay.” He presses his lips against yours and rolls his hips back, making you mewl into his mouth as your hands travel down his white tee, slipping underneath to scratch at his back. 

The moment your nails dig long red lines into his back, he groans into your mouth; the tight and wet warmth of you holding every inch of his cock has him fighting an orgasm, trying not to cum before you do. 

Wakasa would never let him hear the end of it. He looks over at the door, having a slight feeling his friend is just waiting outside for the moment of you both to finish so he could come back inside. That idiot.

The feeling of your fingers digging into the muscles of his back brings his attention back to you, how your blunt nails are etching themselves into his skin as you try to tug him impossibly closer to you. “Shin ‘m gonna cum, don’t don’t stop please.”

“Cum for me,” he pants as his eyes search your own, his nose brushing yours as he tilts his head to kiss you roughly, “Cum on my cock, wanna feel you squeezin’ me again.” 

You run your hands down his body, squeezing past your bodies to rub at your clit, twisting them in rough circles and you’re throwing your head back, his name leaving your lips in a loud cry as you feel him use your neck to his advantage, his lips sucking and licking all over the open space. 

“Oh shit, s’tight, ‘m gonna—gonna cum in you—” 

“Do it. Please, Shin.” You breathe out, shaky hands leaving your clit as you wrap your arms around his shoulders, digging his face deeper into your neck. His hips still in one final thrust and your neck vibrates with the low groan he lets out as he emptied himself inside you, feeling ropes of cum staining your insides as he trembles against your neck.

“Fuckkkkkk,” he lets out after he catches his breath, rolling off of you to the other side of the bed. Your body aches and your muscles feel stiff, but you turn to face him, shifting close to him until your breasts are against his arm. 

“Shin.” You tilt his head to face you and watch as his dark pupils dilate when he meets your gaze. 

“Yeah?”

You can’t help the lovestruck smile on your face when he tilts to face you, both of your faces just inches apart. You run your fingers through his hair, pulling him so your lips are touching but not in a kiss. “I’ve wanted that for so long.”

“You did?”

“Yeah.”

He drops his eyes to your lips, not moving them as he says, “Me too.” His hand slides down to your waist before he’s drawing you in for a tender kiss.

“Shin,” you breathe against his lips, kissing him so eagerly as you roll onto your back, pulling him back ontop of you. His arm comes up to brace himself up so he doesn’t topple onto you. 

“Can I come back in now?” Wakasa’s lazy voice makes the two of you freeze, having completely forgotten he was in the house.

“No, go away.” Shinchiro says before he’s looking back down at your naked body, “not until she’s decent again.”

“But I already saw her naked, dude.”

“That was before she was my girlfriend.” A gasp leaves your lips and he’s looking down at you like he’d said something wrong. Then he panics, realising he’s never even asked you to be his, he just assumed you would. 

As if you could sense he was about to take it back, you pull him down for another short kiss. “It’s okay, ‘m all yours, Shin.”

You let out a little laugh when relief washes over his face and he’s dropping his face back down to your neck. “Thank God.”

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[honeybleed]

— ★ POV // SANO SHINICHIRO

content & warnings: fem!reader, fwb turned lovers, fluff, smut (oral f. receiving, breastplay, making out in the shower) mdni

author’s note: ponytail song was stuck in my head and i figured sumn out.

word count: 1.5k

How would you describe Shinichiro Sano?

A lot of people went with reliable, some others kind. Shinichiro had a way about him that made people marvel and draw to him like a magnet.

His laughter was infectious. His smile was kind and you tried over and over to ignore the way your heart raced the way his eyes would form into little crescents when he would call your name.

It was no use. You were falling and you were falling hard.

Meeting his friends who usually hung around the store, they teased him for how bad he was with women and how easily they had him wrapped around their fingers. And he wouldn’t deny it.

Shinichiro was a sucker for a pretty face.

You’d spent the night over at Shinichiro’s apartment. It was just on top of his auto shop.

He’d moved in fairly recently since he didn’t want to be cooped up in the family home any longer, and his grandfather would nag him about coming home and making noise with his bike.

Your circadian rhythm was pretty regular, so you were an early bird. Your eyes opened to Shinichiro’s tall frame lying on your stomach, his head tucked underneath your chin.

It was a cute scene and you couldn’t help but ruffle his dark tresses gently. He groans as he stirs awake at the sensation of your nails scraping his scalp.

When he shifted, your eyes widened. You quickly bit your lip to stop yourself from letting out a moan at Shinichiro’s hard bulge pressing against your clothed core.

“…Shin?” You whispered, shaking him awake gently.

“Huh…?”

Shinichiro slowly opened his eyes and beamed at the full sight of your face.

Then, he realized what you were referring to as he looked down and felt that he was rock hard. He chuckled softly and leaned in to nuzzle the crook of your neck.

“Sorry baby.” He murmured. “I can't help it when you’re just so damn gorgeous...and sexy...”

Your eyes fluttered and you let out a content sigh as his lips continued to trail down your neck as he talked.

His large and calloused hand from repairing suddenly cupped your breast, eliciting a mewl from you.

“Do you mind? If we have a little fun?” He asked with a mischievous glint in his eye.

You turned to look at the digital clock on his bedside table then met his eyes.

“What time do you have to open up?” You murmured gently as you hooked your finger to run it along his jawline as you gave him a lazy smile.

He was still gently palming your breast, causing goosebumps to arise all over your skin.

Chuckling softly as he kissed his way down your chest, taking one nipple into his mouth and flicking his tongue over it.

He then moved on to the other, giving it the same treatment. You felt your pussy begin to throb and a coil of arousal wind in your lower abdomen.

“Don’t have any early appointments today…” He murmured, voice heavy with lust and still gravelly from sleep, alternating between sucking and kissing the hardened pebbles. “So we can take our time.”

He skimmed his hand across your body downwards, until his finger hooked the waistband of your panties, slowly pulling them down your legs.

“I wanna make you feel good.” He said gently as he moved down to face your core. “May I?”

You could never turn Shinichiro down. Not with the eagerness he always displayed when it came to the idea of pleasing you.

"Please." You exhaled as your fingers laced through his raven locks.

For a split moment after he completely discarded the drenched fabric, he eyed your core with a ravenous glimmer in his eye. Mouth watering at the wet heat and the premise of being able to taste you.

You gasped when Shinichiro buried his face between your thighs. His tongue delving deep inside you, lapping at your slick folds as he takes in all of your juices.

Long languid strokes of his tongue turned into him wrapping his lips around your clit, suckling the sensitive bundle of nerves.

Moans and gasps tore from your throat, you were becoming lightheaded as your toes curled and one hand gripped the sheet as the other yanked at the roots of his hair, spurring him on faster.

“…Shin!” You cried out when you felt his digit sliding into your entrance.

“You taste amazing…” He replied voice muffled in your core. You wailed pathetically as you felt the vibrations of his speaking voice reverberate through your core.

Your back arched, chest heaving in and breathing so heavily you could feel it cave in.

The thing about Shinichiro was before you started hooking up with him, he was extremely inexperienced. But the man viewed you as an angel, not a mere hookup.

He studied you carefully. He took notes mentally on what exactly elicited the most blatant reactions from you.

Your eyes blearily wrenched open when he pulled away, lips shiny from your essence dribbling down his chin. He already had a bedhead, but your hair-pulling only made it worse.

His fingers were curling upwards within your gummy walls, and you could’ve sworn there was a smug expression on his face.

“Bastard.” You internally muttered to yourself.

"Let yourself go. Cum on my fingers, baby.” He demanded.

His thumb circling your swollen clit and scissoring his two digits in your warmth had you teetering at the edge of orgasm.

Rubbing rapidly over your clit and applying a little more pressure, he could sense you were close.

He continued his ministrations until you finally shuddered in pleasure, your walls clamped down around his fingers as you reached your peak.

“Fuck…” He hissed, the feeling of your walls fluttering making his own cock throb. Juices began to trickle down his fingers as you whined out his name, seeing stars.

Your body trembled in the aftershocks of ecstasy.

He leaned in to kiss your cheek as he moved his body on top of yours. He started to gently grind against you, his hard length rubbing against your thigh as he swiped his tongue along your clavicle.

"What do you say we take this to the shower?" He murmured against your skin.

“Shin, you’re nasty.” You giggled, still dazed from your climax as you pushed his head away.

“Come on…” He pouted. “We can save water together, mhm?”

The prospect wasn’t bad at all.

After you took turns brushing your teeth and stood under the spray of hot water, Shinichiro wasted no time in pressing his body against yours and capturing your lips in a heated kiss.

You giggled a little at the taste of the mint toothpaste lingering as he cupped your jaw.

“Is it bad that I want you again?" He murmured against your lips, his eyes dark with hunger. "Even after just getting off?"

It always gave you whiplash when the usually funny guy Shinichiro could have moments where he was so sexy. The look in those onyx orbs of his and the words caused a breath to be stuck in your throat.

“…Shin.” You breathed out, completely giddy and more turned on than ever. You slot your lips against his once more, your hands sliding down the lithe muscle of his abdomen.

He groaned softly when he felt your touch. His palms immediately found their way to grasp and settle on your wet curves.

You parted your mouth to allow him to deepen the kiss, your tongues tangling. Shinichiro let out a breathy moan, eyes fluttering as he lost himself in the lust-filled haze among the steam of the scorching water.

“Mhm…baby, you feel so amazing.” He muttered against your lips, as his hips ground against yours.

The intoxicating aroma of soap and desire filled the room, heightening your senses and intensifying the pleasure between you.

Your fingers slipped to interlace his own, and you smiled against his lips, nudging your forehead against his.

“You're alright I guess.” You teased, earning a chuckle from him.

You watched as the water cascaded against his porcelain skin and wiry frame, the vapor as well as the sounds of your pleasure, panting breaths and soft moans made you feel as if the two of you were in your own world.

As Shinichiro broke away from the kiss, he looked at you with a fond smile.

"You know I can't resist you, right?" His voice was barely an octave, and his fingers trailed over your skin. "I hope you feel the same way about me."

You cupped the side of his face as you beamed at him, the pad of your thumb tracing his features as if you were trying to memorise them by touch alone.

“You're quite the catch, Mr. Sano…” You whispered.

He couldn’t stop smiling. He placed his hand over your hand on his face to stroke the hollows of your knuckles as he leant further into your touch.

“I’m honored.” He grinned.

“I guess that means I gotta keep you interested.” He said lowly, full of warmth as his fingers trailed down your neck and across your collarbone, tracing patterns in the water that trickled off of your skin.

He leaned in to kiss the hollow of your throat, his lips soft and warm against your sensitive skin.

“You’d better.” You snorted.

author’s note: notice how i avoided kissing in the beginning bc they didnt brush 🚶🏽‍♂️ ANYWAYS TY IF U REACHED DIS FARRRR REBLOGS N INTERACTIONS R ALWAYS APPRECIATED

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[garoujo]

・✶ ｡ﾟ you think that shinichiro might have a natural talent for eating pussy.

♱ warnings — f!reader, pussy eating, inexperienced!shin, it’s his first time <3

♱ note — yes i’m back w more shin content . i can’t help myself i’m sorry </3 hes 2 pretty !

“have you done this before?” you breathe and shinichiro blows out a slow breath that makes you tremble, his fingers squeezing at your drool-worthy thighs from where they’re tossed over his shoulders and spread for him.

“nah, first time. wanna make you feel good though.” his voice is carefully neutral, his tone carrying the same lazy drawl as always despite the edge of desperation that makes you burn.

but he feels his whole body shiver when you cast him a starry eyed look before your fingers are reaching down to split your folds, letting them part your lower lips so he can discover the warm slick that’s gathering between them.

this is all new territory for shinichiro, so his blown gaze stays trained on the way your fingers explore the intimate skin, sucking in a breath when he feels his cock throb with the twitch of your thighs when you brush over your puffy clit.

“this.. fuck, this is the clit.” you murmur, lips parting to whimper when you let the pad of your finger trail under the hood before he’s peering up at you through heavy eyes, and the way he watches your body melt so intoxicatingly makes it feel like his ears are ringing.

“so that’s y’re spot then, angel.” shinichiro drawls, desire heavy in the undercurrent of his voice that’s driven by the weight of his arousal, and it’s almost too fast how eagerly his mouth replaces your fingers.

he’s sure you had more to tell him, show him, but with the first press of his lips against the sensitive, puffy bud and the way you moan for him already has him too mindless to hold himself back any longer.

his calloused hands imitate your movements from earlier as he spreads your folds, bathing the bud in mindless licks and rolls with his tongue and he can feel the way your slick only seems to intensify—these are good signs, right? but fuck, he can’t look away when he watches you wiggle and twitch in time with his movements.

it’s like how he’d kiss you, shinichiro thinks as he remembers the articles in those womens magazines that wakasa and benkei always bought him as a joke, telling him he’d “need to know how to do it some day.” but with the way your fingers are twisting in his messy, dark hair now — he thinks he should really thank them next time he sees them when he gives your pussy another eager, messy lap with his tongue as he makes out with your cunt.

“fuck, those ‘re some pretty sounds.. that feel good? could get used t’ this.” the low tone of his voice sends blissful vibrations straight through your clit before he’s curling his tongue around your pussy, groaning when he feels the first greedy squeeze around the entrance to your walls that only feels like it’s luring him in.

shinichiro’s movements are clumsy but there’s something about the way he’s eagerly drinking you up, smacking and slurping at the first real taste of you as it drips down his cheeks that makes your abdomen tighten. he wants to eat, drink, breathe your pussy for the rest of his fucking life.

“shit, baby. dunno how i went so long without ya—been keepin’ this pretty pussy from me.. ‘m already fuckin’ addicted.” his words are too muffled from where he’s buried himself in you, he’s experimenting and driven by the way you’re crying for him — fingers twitching where they’re twisting in his hair and the searing pain only makes him feel dizzier, drunker on you.

but shinichiro’s efforts only seem to grow messier, feeling his tongue finally dip past into your walls to explore what’s hidden beneath, experimenting when he lets the muscle graze along the sensitive nerves — his nose grinding against your clit with every eager swipe as needy, breathless sounds fall from your lips.

he doesn’t think he ever wants to stop when he hears the first breathless croon of his name from your lips, mindless mantra’s about how you’re so close and he feels like he’s going to fucking pass out. you’re pulling at his hair, guiding him back and he knows what you want when he’s hooking his tongue around your clit once more, it feels firmer, more sensitive when he’s twisting and laving it over the bud as you meet his movements with eager, intoxicating humps.

“feels s-so good, shinny! gonna make me cum—ah!” god—you’re so fucking cute. “yeah, baby? gonna let me do this again for ya? y’taste too good.” shinichiro’s fingertips feel like they burn you when they squeeze into your skin.

he remembers your movements from earlier when he trails his tongue under the hood of your clit and closes his lips around it, suckling languidly as his eyes flutter closed in bliss when you rock yourself against his mouth, letting him bathe the bud in mindless licks and rolls with the wet muscle.

“that’s it, angel. n-need y’to cum on my face, can you do that for me?” he’s babbling and you’re trembling, hearing his own muffled moans against your cunt as bliss curls down your spine with every eager roll of your hips, chasing the twist of pleasure in your abdomen as your slick coats shinichiro’s cheeks and chin.

but then you finally stiffen, pulling him deeper into you when your orgasm suddenly rolls over you in waves and he only dives into you eagerly, groaning shamelessly at the first taste of your cream on his tongue as his eyes roll back. “holy fuckin’ shit, my baby tastes so good.”

shinichiro’s slurping and drinking you up greedily as he flattens his tongue against your folds, bathing you in long kitten licks until you’re finally slackening and pushing his head away with an over sensitive whine. but not before he’s placing one more soft, wet kiss against your clit.

he’s flushed to his chest, cheeks to his chin glistening with your juices while his chest expands with every shaky breath he takes to catch his breath before his wet, blown gaze is meeting your own. his cheek smooshing against your thigh as his fingers trace along the skin and he blinks up at you.

“fuck.. y’look so pretty like that, angel. why’d you have to stop me, could’ve kept goin’ all day.”

© 2022 garoujo. please do not copy any of my layouts or writing and translate or repost onto any other sites.

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[saetoru]

#𝐃𝐎𝐍’𝐓 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐌𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 (𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐀 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐘)

☰ SYNOPSIS ⋮ it’s always been you for him, just like it’s always been sano shinichiro for you

— pairing ⋮ sano shinichiro x reader

— length ⋮ 8.3k words (sobsob)

— contents ⋮ nsfw and 18+ content, fem! reader, best friends/childhood friends to lovers, idiots to lovers, mutual pining, jealous shinichiro, slightly insecure shinichiro, virgin shinichiro, dry humping, praise, handjobs, unprotected sex, creampie, misunderstandings, the bike shop incident but he lives (in my world he never dies), love confessions, happy ending :)

— notes ⋮ this is for my sweet angel @arlertslove 's selfship collab <3 tysm for letting me join i had so much fun writing my lil love story with shin <33 and fank you cat and ris for listening to me ramble about this and beta reading 💋

shinichiro is used to girls coming into his shop looking for wakasa. he’s used to the wandering eyes and the stalled excuses as they wait around for his friend to show up. and he’s fine with it, really. it doesn’t take a genius to figure out why someone would want imaushi wakasa, and he’s not so stupid as to miss the fact that his friend is as smooth with words as he is gifted in the looks department. 

but still, he kind of wishes he could fulfill that one last part of his “biker dream,” the one where he’s got eyes with heart-shaped pupils following his every move as he pretends to be unaware, rolling his sleeve up as a “coincidence” while he tightens bolts with his wrench. but he finds the only eyes of a girl that ever seem to pay attention to him are yours—and he’s okay with that, really. 

it’s just that you’re simply way out of his league, and he’s not foolish enough to daydream over a king’s riches when he’s dressed in the rags of a commoner. 

“shin, do you ever leave this lame ass shop?” you complain, taking a sip of your soda from your straw. from the side, manjiro makes a disgruntled sound of protest. 

“you wouldn’t get it,” the child huffs, cheeks puffed out as he glares at you, “girls don’t get cool stuff like this.”

“oh, i’m sorry,” you snort, shooting him a teasing grin, “i’ll try harder to see the wonders in scrapped hunks of metal.”

“this is not scrap,” shinichiro grumbles, tinkering away at the engine of the bike before him, tongue stuck out in concentration. your gaze softens just a little at the way his hair sticks to his sweaty forehead. “this ol’ thing’s still got some life left in her,” he hums, “think i could make a decent number offa her.”

shinichiro is a simple man. he wears a white t-shirt and dark jeans every time you see him, and he does his hair the same way he has since the day you met him as a kid. he has the same fast food order that you know by heart by now, and he still gets a diet coke from the convenience store every time you get a bag of chips—the only thing that’s changed is he now adds a pack of cigarettes to the mix, a sheepish grin on his face when you look at him disapprovingly. 

i’ll break the habit someday, he always tells you, today’s just not that day. and then, before you can open your mouth to tell him not to make promises he can’t keep, he swoops in under your nose and grabs your chips from your hand, lumping them in with his pile and paying for you despite your protests.

every time, without fail. 

“that is if you don’t keep her for yourself,” you point out, making him roll his eyes. 

“are you here to drink all my soda or lend a hand?” he grumbles, shooting you a half-hearted scowl. “now make yourself useful and hand me a few screws,” he turns back around, hand reaching behind him as he motions for you to offer them to him. you reach for what you think are the screws—that is until manjiro snorts in amusement, of course. 

“those are nails,” he snickers, hopping off his stool and moving to get the correct items in question. your brows furrow, glaring at him when he sticks his tongue out to you before plopping a few screws in his brother’s hand—which look awfully close to nails if you might add. “see? you girls aren’t cool enough to understand the difference.”

“hey,” shinichiro scolds, tongue peeking out again as he concentrates on lining the screw up just right. something fond bubbles in your chest at the sight, something warm and sweet, even if it feels just a little scary. “if you keep saying things like that, you’ll never get a girl, manjiro.”

“oh yeah? you’ve never had a girl, shin. what would you know?” the blonde pipes up, and almost instantly, a wave of crimson dusts over his cheeks as shinichiro throws his brother a dirty look. and when you chuckle, hand clamping over your mouth as you giggle into your palm, the blush rises to the tips of his ears. 

he’s cute, you think. he’s always been a charmer, always made your lips twist upwards no matter how much you tell yourself you won’t let him. he’s a good friend too, sends you songs he thinks you’ll like, never leaves you on delivered for too long—even if you text him at three am, and sometimes, even as he rolls his eyes and complains, he’ll shove his plate your way when you steal a bite or two. 

shinichiro’s a simple man. he’s got a good head on his shoulders, and more importantly, a good heart in his chest. 

you think you hate whoever the girl he’s going to spend the rest of his life with is—even if you’ve yet to meet her…and even if she doesn't quite exist just yet. 

“well, i know how to respect them,” he points a thumb at himself, flicking manjiro’s forehead affectionately as he stands to his full height. he reaches over to grab a towel, wiping the grease off of his hands. “you better head home now,” and then he turns to you. “and you, i’ll walk you home.” 

you start to protest instantly. “i can walk myse—”

“i’ll walk you home,” he says firmly. “it’s getting dark.” you know better than to argue with him when he uses that tone—the same tone he uses on manjiro and emma when he’s being gentle yet firm, loving yet strict. 

“fine,” you huff, but the warm feeling from earlier returns, this time tenfold. you almost think you’ve swallowed the sun in the middle of winter. 

“you better come home right after. grandpa says to be home in time for dinner for once,” manjiro says pointedly, and with a whine of complaint as you ruffle his hair with a grin, he’s off. and then it’s just the two of you as you turn back to shinichiro, devious look on your face that tells him he’s about to be the unfortunate victim of your relentless teasing. 

“you know, at this rate manjiro will settle down with someone before—”

“are you two just gonna spend the rest of the night in here?” a voice cuts you off, smooth and deep—and at the moment, the bane of shinichiro’s existence. wakasa strolls in, hands in his pockets and the stick of an already finished lollipop in between his teeth as he finds his way to stand next to you. 

shinichiro pretends he doesn’t care about the way you beam at his friend. no, he tells himself, he doesn’t care one bit. 

“not everyone closes up early like you,” you tease, poking wakasa’s chest as his smile widens, “quit slacking off at your gym.” and wakasa is as easy to fall for as he is to talk to. he lets banter fall off his tongue almost as naturally as people fall for his charms, and shinichiro doesn’t see why you should be an exception. 

wakasa isn’t a weak man who runs toward trouble before he can think. he wouldn’t have to stand in between your legs as you’re sat on the sink, flinching under your touch as you dab disinfectant on his wounds. he wouldn’t stumble over the right words to tell you when you flash him a smile as you ask him if you look alright. he wouldn’t cry over small things and embarrass himself when you’re around to witness. so of course you’d want imaushi wakasa—who wouldn’t? 

shinichiro just wishes that it were as easy to shrug off the sinking of his heart as he tells himself it is. 

“well, there’s not much keeping me there when i don’t have a pretty face to keep me company,” wakasa teases back as he winks playfully, and shinichiro almost has to swallow down bile as you look down shyly. 

when was the last time you ever looked away from him shyly? or the last time something he said ever made you stumble over your words as you answer back? his mood sours, and then before he can think, he shrugs his jacket over his shoulders, lips pressed into a tight line as he clears his throat for your attention. 

“well, you heard manjiro. i shouldn’t be late for dinner,” he says dryly, making your brows furrow. “i’ll be off.”

“but what about—”

“waka will walk you home,” he grunts, cutting you off before turning to the male beside you, “you know how to lock up.”

“shin—” but then he’s gone, and you’re left alone with wakasa as the door shuts behind him. you stare at the man next to you, and he stares back, and neither of you quite know what to say—or what’s even happened in the first place. 

and when you get home that night, for the first time in a really long time, your text message gets left on delivered for ages—even though it’s not three am. 

——————————

by now, it’s common knowledge that sano shinichiro has never had much luck in the love department. he asks and asks, and girls always deny and deny. but contrary to popular belief, he’s not desperate for some sort of action like most guys his age are. he’s not particularly interested in sex—at least, not urgently, anyway. and he doesn’t think he’s undesirable by any means, after all, he wasn’t the leader of the top gang in the nation for nothing. he’s sure there are girls who would happily take the chance to sleep with him—but that’s not quite what he wants. he doesn’t want a meaningless fling one after the other. 

he just doesn’t like the idea of waking up to empty sheets with the lingering scent of perfume and sex, and he doesn’t like the idea of not knowing the names of people he gets in bed with. and he especially doesn’t like the idea of letting people see the intimate parts of him without feeling intimately for him in some shape or form. the truth is that shinichiro, the weak king and famed leader of the mighty black dragon, is really just a romantic at heart. 

so he asks shyly, roses in one hand and his heart in the other, weight shifting on the balls of his feet. he asks and asks, and girls deny and deny—and he wonders if maybe he’s just too pathetic to love. 

and then there’s you. 

he’s been in love with you since before love was a concept he even understood—and he suspects he’s even been in love with you since his “girls have cooties” stage at the tender age of six. for as long as he can remember, sano shinichiro has grown up on the warmth of your hand holding his. 

you hold it in line at school when you insist he be your line buddy, you hold it when you carefully help him off the ground when he’s beaten by people twice his size, you hold it when you’re nervous about getting lost in a busy crowd on the streets, and you hold it in his dreams before tugging him in for a kiss. 

but of course, as on brand of his luck as ever, he wakes up before he can feel the softness of your lips and taste the sweetness of your chapstick—which he suspects you wear strawberry flavored. 

except today, shinichiro doesn’t get to wake up to the crushing disappointment of your kiss being cut short. instead, today he’s awoken by the loud sound of a fist banging on his door, making him jolt awake with a gasp. 

“shin, open the damn door,” you demand from the other side, and he groans, rubbing the sleep from his eyes with a scowl. now he’s thinking of the image of your lips pressing onto wakasa’s, and he feels bitterness creep up his shoulder, hunching over him and whispering sweetly in his ear to ignore you and promptly fall back asleep.

but you’re nothing if not persistent, so you keep pounding against his door. 

“sano shinichiro, if you don’t open this door right now, i’ll walk in whether you’re decent or not,” you warn. 

“well, i’m naked. so stay right there,” he calls out—even as he’s dressed fully clothed in a tank top and sweats. 

“you don’t sleep naked,” you point out dryly, and he can just picture the scowl on your face, the way your arms cross, and your cheeks puff up in anger. he can also picture the way your foot taps impatiently, and if he wasn’t so mad at you (for no good reason at all), he’d have smiled fondly. 

“how would you know?” he mutters, “you sleepin’ in the same bed as me?”

“shin, just open the damn door,” you sigh, and the soft thud against the wood tells him your forehead has gently fallen against the surface. 

shinichiro, as he has been for most of his life, has not one ounce of him that has the strength to deny you. so with a heavy sigh, he slumps back against the headboard of his bed, crossing his arms. 

“door’s open,” is all he says. 

you don’t waste a moment, twisting the doorknob and walking into his room. it’s dark, and the curtains haven’t been drawn yet, but like clockwork, you step over the piles of clothes and seat yourself at the foot of his bed. you know his room like that back of your hand, what with the way you’ve spent damn near two decades coming over. 

sano shinichiro has been your best friend since childhood—which by default, has always made you both susceptible to the cliche they’ll get married when they’re older remarks adults love to throw around so easily. 

at six, you don’t care much for the statement outside of the mild shock you feel that adults always bring marriage into everything. shinichiro is fun, and he’s sweet, and that’s it. more importantly, he’s tall and easy to find when you play hide and seek, so you always end up winning. but shinichiro also splits his candy bar with you when you can’t decide between that or a bag of chips, and in exchange, you give him half of your bag. it works—you think it’s a rather unlikely pair between the two of you, but it works. 

at twelve, you’re disgusted. shinichiro and you could never get married—could you? the adults need to stop talking because honestly, adults don’t know what they’re talking about. they work just to pay taxes, they tell you to go to bed at ten pm because “sleep is important”—only to stay up until three am themselves, and they always talk about marriage when half of them can’t even make theirs work. shinichiro is your best friend and that's it. you don’t think you could ever kiss lips as chapped as his anyway. 

at eighteen, you think the adults may have had a point. maybe they know what they’re talking about after all. shinichiro is so incredibly handsome—when did he get this handsome? he smokes outside with his hair slicked up, a new little style he’s trying out, but it’s always back to falling over his eyes by the end of the day. the phase doesn’t last very long. and even though as his best friend you hate that he inhales those death sticks, as his secret admirer you can’t help but appreciate how perfect his lips look curled around the roll of tobacco as he takes a drag. 

at twenty-three, you hate the adults for filling you up with false hope. you think they must hate the youth and that’s why they fill their minds with sick, cruel daydreams and fantasies of true love and happily ever afters. shinichiro has asked every girl he can think of on a date except you. you know it’s because you’re his best friend—but that’s just the problem. best friend. that’s all you’ll ever be, and it’s all the more frustrating that it’s all he’ll ever see you as, that you’re the only fucking girl he hasn’t asked out—especially since you’re the only fucking girl that appreciates him enough to say yes in a heartbeat. 

but shinichiro is your best friend, and you’d rather have him like that than not at all. 

“why’ve you been ignoring me,” you cut right to the chase, crossing your arms and throwing him a look as mean as they get. he crosses his arms right back, looking to the side as he avoids answering your question. 

he’s obnoxiously persistent in avoiding you even as you’re less than two feet away from him, so you decide you have no other choice than to be obnoxiously stubborn in demanding his attention one way or another. 

“shin, if you don’t spit it out, i’ll tell waka it was you who scratched his bike,” you threaten. it’s a good start, it gets his lips to twitch into a slight frown, but he’s still determined. “i’ll scratch your bike,” you huff. still nothing. “i’ll tell manjiro about that one time you accidentally—”

“you promised you’d keep that a secret,” he scowls, and then his eyes widen. it’s too late, though, and you’re already grinning at him cheekily as you revel in your victory. rolling his eyes, he grumbles under his breath before uncrossing his arms and letting them fall to either side of him with a sigh. “what is it?”

“oh, i don’t know,” you scoff in disbelief, raising a brow as if to question if he’s being serious. “maybe it’s that you’ve been radio silent for three whole days. three! i could’ve been dead in an alleyway and you wouldn’t even know.”

“i’d be invited to the funeral,” he points out.

“i’d tell them not to let you in.”

“you’re supposed to be dead,” he furrows his brows, staring at you like you’re stupid—and then you’re back to usual for a moment, like he hasn’t ignored your existence every time he remembers you smile at wakasa, like you aren’t ready to skin him alive for disappearing off the face of the earth, like you’re both just too damn in love with each other to stay mad for long. 

it’s a little too bad he doesn’t realize it and neither do you. 

“it was hypothetical,” you pinch your nose. “stop dodging. why haven’t you been talking to me?” 

“glad to know you noticed,” he grumbles. he could really use a smoke right now, he thinks. but it’s barely eleven am and he hasn’t even had breakfast yet—even he’s at least that much concerned for his own wellbeing. 

“what’s that supposed to mean?’ your eyes narrow, angry slits that glare at him like they’re daring him to explain himself further and tread down such a dangerous path. but shinichiro doesn’t back down, doesn’t even falter as he looks you dead in your eyes as he answers. 

“just thought you’d be busy is all,” he says nonchalantly. too casual, too relaxed. like the calm before the storm—and you sense a storm might be approaching rather rapidly. “talking to wakasa must really clog up your schedule.” 

“what the fuck does that even have to do with anything, shin?” you stare at him incredulously. that evening was not your first time talking to imaushi wakasa, nor was it your second or third, and it likely won’t be your last. you’ve talked to wakasa so many times, you can’t imagine why it should matter to shinichiro now. 

unless…

no, you reprimand yourself, no wishful thinking. but what else could it be if not jealousy? all too suddenly, a small spark of excitement knits itself comfortably into your bones, and in a small fit of boldness, you wriggle your brows at him. he scowls instantly. 

“what are you makin’ that face for at me—”

“are you jealous, shinny?” you tease, shuffling to sit next to him, face inching closer to his. you almost—almost, but not quite—miss the way he gulps. 

maybe wishful thinking is only wishful thinking until it comes true. 

“w-what are you…n-now you’re just makin’ stuff up—” he cuts his stuttering off when you giggle, face crimson as he throws you a (weak) glare. reaching, you pinch his cheek, and you can hear the audible hitch in his throat as you do. 

“jealous you won’t be my number one man? don’t worry,” you hum, patting his face gently with affection. anything to keep touching him. “you’re the only one i text at three am—though it would be much appreciated if you’d answer this time,” you say pointedly. 

“you’re the only person i text at three am too,” he mutters. 

“not that anyone else texts you at three am,” you snicker, throwing your head back and laughing when he gently bumps your shoulder with his. “it’s a good thing. more attention for me. if you text other girls in the middle of the night, i’ll have to enlist wakasa for more attention—”

his face sours, making you trail off. and for some reason, he really seems to be taking this friendliness with wakasa personally. 

“well, what’s wakasa got that i don’t anyway?” he grumbles, “just cause he’s a good kisser or something doesn’t mean—quit laughing,” he hisses when he hears you chuckle quietly. 

“how do you know wakasa is a good kisser?”

“you tryin’ to tell me you think he’s not?” he raises a brow. somehow, your silence tells him everything he needs to know, and he feels bitterness creep into his skin, seeping into the small crevices of sano shinichiro that are very hard to reach—the small parts of him that are envious and resentful, so unlike his usual golden heart. 

“i’m sure you’d be a great kisser,” you offer, which he takes as a half-ditch effort to comfort him. “you just need to practice ‘s all.”

“yeah well, that’s kind of hard to do when no one even says yes to a date,” he grunts. 

it’s quiet. he almost feels bad for springing this on you like this, like it’s your fault you’re into a guy as great as wakasa—like it’s your fault girls aren’t into a guy who pales in comparison like shinichiro. 

“we could practice if you want,” you say quietly. he finally turns to look at you full on. 

“what?”

“well, i mean…just for practice, you know? we’re still friends,” you shrug nonchalantly. 

right, friends. but shinichiro wants to feel your lips on his one way or another, and this might just be the only way. he’s not going to ask for more than what he’s already been graciously offered from the universe. 

“okay,” is all he says, voice somewhat strained. “d-do i gotta like…y-you want me to play music? o-or i could—”

“shin,” you snort, staring at him amused, “we don’t need music to kiss.” he’d be embarrassed—really, he would. but you’re just so pretty when your eyes are bright like that, and he’s shameless enough to be proud he’s made you laugh. 

wakasa can suck on that, he thinks.

“w-well, i just thought…c-cause you know, people say music sets the…you know?” he stares at you like he hopes you’ll catch what he’s hinting, and you blink innocently—purposely, he suspects. “you know, th-the mood,” he croaks. 

“we’re kissing, not fucking,” you snort. he sputters at the directness, and then you decide to spare him and cup his face with both hands, face hovering just inches before his. “just tell me if you want to stop, okay?” you murmur, thumb stroking his cheek tenderly. 

like he’d ever ask you to stop, he thinks. still, he gulps and nods. 

“okay,” he murmurs back when you seem to wait for him to say it verbally. “i will,” he assures, 

and just like that, you kiss him. shinichiro almost takes this as a sign to pinch himself, just to make sure this isn’t a dream he got lucky in and didn’t wake up early from. but he decides if this is a dream, he’d be cruel to take away the one chance he has to experience this, so he plants his hands on your waist instead, gently tugging you to straddle his waist. 

his lips are soft, and they aren’t chapped like they once used to be. your lips taste of strawberry chapstick, just like he always imagined. 

shinichiro isn’t a bad kisser, you decide. he’s equal parts enthusiastic as he is gentle, and you’d be lying if you said this wasn’t one of—if not the—best kiss you’ve ever had. but then again, maybe it’s just because you’re in love with him. you’ll take him however you can, and even if this is just “as friends,” you’re content at the moment with the way his lips mold against yours, large hands gripping onto your hips as he pants under you. 

except, neither of you takes the initiative to be the one who pulls away—and then one thing sort of leads to the other, as they always do in cases like this. your hands wander to his hair, tugging at his roots, he groans in surprise, and then suddenly both of your hips are grinding your crotches together. he lets out a muffled moan against your mouth as you rub against his growing erection. 

and even though you really shouldn’t, you grind down on him until you feel his hard-on poke through his sweats, pulling sweet little whines from him as his breath grows ragged. 

“f-fuck, that…that feels good,” he groans quietly, “keep doing that.”

“yeah?” you ask, “like this?” your lips are trailing along his jaw, sucking on the skin—just because you can, just because he’s not stopping you. he throws his head back against the frame of his bed, whimpering as you drag up and down his length through your pants. you gasp as you feel him rub against your clit, hips moving faster as you chase the friction. 

he seems just as desperate for it as you do—because now, his hips buck to match your rhythm, panting raggedly as he feels his orgasm slowly build up. 

“‘m close,” he gasps, “fuck, fuck, ‘m so close. jus’ a bit more—f-fuck,” he cuts himself with a whimper of your name as he cums, fingers digging into your hips bruisingly tight as he desperately rolls his hips against you. you watch his head fall back, how his cheeks are flushed with a rosy hue, how he shudders with a blissed-out face as his mouth parts with pretty little moans, how his hair falls over his closed eyes and curtains his face. you feel his pants dampen, sticky ropes of cum seeping through the fabric, making a mess and soiling both of your clothes. 

but you’re too busy mewling as he drags against your clit to care, hips rutting against him faster. you’re close—he knows it too, and he’s determined to get you falling off the edge as quickly as possible. 

“c’mon,” he says through a shaky voice, “jus’ let go, cum for me.” for someone with no experience, shinichiro isn’t as shy as you initially thought, and he certainly knows where the clit is. he guides your hips with his hands, helping you stroke against his cock until you slump over him, crying out as you cum too. your walls spasm around nothing, aching to clench around his girth. 

“shin,” you whine, “sh-shit, feels good.”

“god, n-need to be in you,” he gasps, “can i? please, please, please,” he pleads into your skin as his head falls to the crook of your neck. you don’t waste a second, grabbing at the hem of his tank top and lifting it over his head, slipping it over his arms. you take off your own shirt, and his eyes fall to your chest instantly. “can…can i?” he asks hesitantly, and you nod, grabbing his hands to cup either tit. 

“yes please,” you breathe, letting out a shaky sigh as he kneads your breasts in his hands before letting them wander to unclasp your bra. he gulps when it falls, eyeing your bare chest before leaning to press a soft kiss to your collarbone.

“you’re so beautiful,” he murmurs against the skin, nose brushing against it and sending shivers up your spine. his thumbs roll over your nipples, pebbled and hard under his touch, pulling a soft moan from you as he pinches lightly and rolls them between his fingers. “feels good?” he gives you a charming little grin—just a little giddy he’s doing something right. 

“yes, keep going,” you whine, pulling a grunt from him as you shuffle on his lap to get closer, rubbing against his still hardened cock. your hand reaches past his waistband, pulling his length out and wrapping your hand around it as you squeeze gently. 

shinichiro lets out a strangled groan—somehow, it feels way more different when it’s your hand and not his. he lets out ragged breaths as you gently stroke him, whimpering when your thumb glides through his slit and smears the pre cum around the head of his cock. 

he’s pretty, long and curved and flushed a soft pink at the tip—and truth be told, bigger than you expected. 

“fuck, you’re gonna kill me,” he rasps, staring down at the way your hand fists his cock, a slick, wet noise ringing through the room as you drag your hand up and down his length. he moans, eyes fluttering shut as his hair clings to his sweaty forehead. and then you pull away, making his eyes fly open as his mouth opens to protest. 

you speak before he can. “you sure about this?” you ask, and he swallows at the tenderness of your voice, the way your eyes are soft and sweet and searching his for any signs of changing his mind. 

he shakes his head quickly—embarrassingly quickly if he’s being honest with himself. 

“yes. please don’t stop, baby,” he groans, and the pet name slipping off his tongue is all the encouragement you need, letting out a labored breath before nodding. 

shinichiro watches in a trance as you rid yourself of your pants and underwear, watches as you tug his own sweats down his hips and help him out, watches in sheer awe as your grip his shoulders and line your entrance up with his tip, rolling your hips to just glide him over across your folds, gathering your slick along the head of his cock. you both shudder at the contact, and slowly, you sink down on him, taking him in inch by inch. 

“god—f-fuck, s-so tight,” he chokes, hands flying to your waist and gripping tightly, panting harshly as his eyes squeeze shut. you gasp, head falling to his shoulder as you sink down on the last few inches, bottomed out as he drags along your walls. 

he’s big, and he curves into you just right—almost like he was made to fit you. slowly, you grind your hips, moaning against his shoulder as he groans, the sound of his voice making you clench down on him unintentionally. 

“so full, shin,” you whine, “feels good—you make me feel good.” slowly, the grinding turns into your hips slamming down on him, bouncing on his cock as he throws his head back and lets out a wanton moan. 

“sh-shit—you’re perfect, so, so perfect,” he rambles, hips snapping up to match your pace, thrusting into you deeper. he pauses for a moment when you let out a shrill squeal when he slams into you particularly deep, fat tip kissing your sweet spot and making you cling to him tighter. he throws you a cheeky grin, one that makes your heart melt and your eyes roll at the same time. “looks like i found it,” he grins to himself, and then he’s flipping you both over, a new aura of confidence radiating off of him that you’ve never quite seen in shinichiro. 

“shin, please,” you whine, arms wrapping around his neck and pulling his forehead down to press against yours, “fuck me,” you whisper. 

“shit, baby,” he groans, “look at you, so pretty. prettiest thing i’ve ever seen.” you clench down on him. who would’ve thought praise from his tongue could make you wonder if you’re about to cum again, but it sounds so perfect off his tongue. so intimate and so sacred. “needed you so bad, you have no idea.”

“me too,” you gasp, drawn-out moan pulling from your lips as he thrusts into you, rolling his hips and bullying his cock past your folds in a perfect rhythm—you almost question if he really has been a virgin this whole time. 

shinichiro is pretty—it’s the conclusion you’ve allowed yourself to come to after a long time of denying it. he looks pretty when his hair falls over his eyes as the sun makes the strands look a shade lighter, and he’s pretty when he rubs his neck and laughs nervously in the endearing little way that he does. and now you know he sounds it too, breathy and whiny against the shell of your ear as he desperately fucks into you, losing himself to the warmth of your walls, to the way they flutter around him so tightly. he’s also pretty when he lets out a deep, raspy grunt, and it serves as a reminder that he’s grown into a man now. 

he’s not the same cry baby on the playground, staring up at you through wobbly lips and a bruise on his cheeks, desperately fighting back the tears in his eyes. 

he’s a man now, lean and built with muscle you never really noticed was there, with a deep, husky voice that you never really took the time to register how much has changed over the years, with hands that are big now, way bigger than you ever remember as they pin your hands over your head, wrapped around your wrists. 

but somehow, he’s still the same shin when he meets your eyes as his forehead presses against yours. your shin—your shy, awkward, weak little cry baby shin. 

and you love him. 

“you close? ‘m so fuckin’ close,” he pants, and then his hand sneaks down in between your bodies to rub his thumb over your clit, making your back arch as you mewl, chest pressing against his as your nipple graze against each other. “fuck, ‘m gonna cum baby. cum with me,” he pleads. 

“s-so close, shin,” you sob, “need it, need it so bad.”

“fuck, you’re so pretty,” he groans, “anyone ever tell you that? how fuckin’ perfect you are? you drive me so fuckin’ insane.”

“shinichiro,” you cry one more time before he angles his hips to slam into your spot, and then you cum—hard. your hips leave the mattress, shrill squeal rolling off your tongue as your walls spasm around him, making him grunt at the way you squeeze his cock. your legs are wrapped around his waist, mouth hung open as your eyes roll back, and if your face isn’t enough to send him over the edge, the way you moan through broken sobs definitely is. 

“fuck, fuck—y-you gotta let go, baby. ‘m gonna…gonna c-cum, gotta let me go—”

“no, no, inside,” you beg, wrapping your legs around him tighter, pulling him closer as you stare up at him with wide, watery doe eyes. “please, i need it.” 

he couldn’t hold back if he tried. 

“shit—you’re really gonna fuckin’ kill me,” he groans, and then his lips are on yours, desperately kissing you, letting you drink in his moans and swallow them up as he spills into you, cumming a second time. 

he cums for what feels like forever—and if it were up to you, it’d be longer than that. his hips are sloppy, fucking into you as he rides out his orgasm with muffled whines against your mouth and a tight grip on your wrists. “fuck, fuck, fuck—f-feels good. ‘s so good,” he babbles, and you can feel his cock twitch with every rope of cum he spills into you, painting your walls white. with three more thrusts, he finishes, whimpering as you flutter around him and milk him dry. 

and as he pulls out, slumping his body over yours while he breathes through labored inhales, shakily catching his breath, you take this as the perfect opportunity to be brave. 

you’re brave as you mumble, “i love you, shin,” fingers weaving through his sweaty locks. 

he tenses. your heart shatters. there’s a knock on his door. 

“shin, hurry up,” you hear manjiro’s muffled voice through the door, “grandpa says no breakfast for either of you if you don’t come right now.” there’s a quiet grumble of, “they talk so much, as if they don’t see each other every day,” under the blonde’s breath, and then you hear the soft pads of his feet as he walks away. 

and silently, as you both dress and fix up your appearances, you don’t know if shinichiro is the same shin you grew up with. 

you don’t stay for breakfast, and he doesn’t ask you to. 

——————————

shinichiro is stupid. 

he’s a fucking idiot and he knows now why he’s never had any luck in the department of love. he’s pathetic and a coward and he deserves all the rejections he’s got lined up on his record—at least, that's what he woefully tells wakasa as he’s got his head in his hands. 

“you’re not a virgin anymore?” wakasa asks in shock, mouth agape as though this is more surprising than the aftermath shinichiro’s so kindly summed up—the same aftermath that happens to be the worst mistake of his life. 

“that’s not the fucking point i’m making,” he grits his teeth. “the girl i’m in love with thinks i don’t feel the same, man. can you read the room?”

“so no congrats cake, then?” wakasa asks, just to be sure. he dodges the screwdriver thrown at his head expertly. “i don’t see what the big deal is,” wakasa sucks on his lollipop, shrugging as though it’s a simple matter. shinichiro wishes his aim wasn’t equally as bad as wakasa ability to dodge is good. he really wishes the screwdriver hit. “anyway, just show up at her house with flowers and say, i love you too, i just got shy. girls love flowers.”

“i wasn’t shy, i was shocked,” he mutters quietly, “and it’s not that simple,” he grunts, sighing as he wallows in self-pity. wakasa is not as good at relationship advice as shinichiro thought, and now he’s even more irritated that someone as dense as his friend is blessed with so much romantic appeal. 

“why not? she loves you, you know that now. the hard part’s done,” wakasa shrugs, “so you guys like…had full-on sex? are you actually not a virgin anymore?”

“you know what, forget i said anything,” shinichiro huffs, staring down at his hands with a frown. wakasa gazes at him for a moment, eyeing the look on his face that can’t be labeled as anything other than purely crestfallen. 

“if you love her, you wouldn’t be sitting here feeling bad for yourself,” wakasa says quietly. “between the two of you, she’s probably more miserable right now,” he mumbles. “no point in being a coward now.”

it’s silent. and then shinichiro’s groaning before he stares up at the ceiling. 

“i’m not like you,” he mutters, “i can’t sweet talk or be romantic or anything. i’m hopeless.”

“you’re right,” wakasa agrees thoughtfully, picking at his nails as he rolls the lollipop from one side of his mouth to the other, “you’re not me.”

“okay, man. i get it, you don’t have to—”

“that’s why you lead black dragon and not me,” wakasa looks him dead in the eye, giving him a pointed look as though to say wake up. “and that’s why she loves you and not me. quit makin’ excuses and get off your ass.”

and shinichiro is stupid. 

he’s painfully unaware of a lot of things, reckless and a tad bit too spontaneous in his choices, but he thinks maybe you’ve known that all along, and you still love him even through the busted lips and wounded pride. you loved him through his delinquency and trouble-making habits, and you loved him before he’s built himself to be the most respected gang leader around these parts. 

so with a nod, he smiles softly at his friend—maybe it’s a good thing wakasa dodged the screwdriver after all. 

“thanks, man.”

“yeah, whatever, don’t make it weird,” wakasa grunts, rolling his eyes. there’s a fondness in his gaze, though—and his lips just barely tug at the edges. “so did you really last long enough?”

this time shinichiro throws a wrench. 

——————————

it wasn’t supposed to go down like this. he had a plan. a foolproof plan. 

he had the flowers, he had the chocolate, and he even had a piece of paper in his pocket with a bulleted outline for the all the things he wanted to say—reading off of it word for word seems like a tad bit of a dick move, so he opts for bullet points instead of full sentences. 

it was supposed to be smooth and heartfelt and endearing enough that you’d have absolutely no choice but to give in to his charms and say it’s okay, shin. i still love you. and maybe, if he got lucky and the universe was on his side, he’d get to kiss you some more. maybe other things too, but he tries to be practical and not hope for too much.

but evidently, the universe was not on his side because before he can even grab the flowers and be on his way to your house, he’s being robbed. and to make things worse, it’s by his own brother’s friends. and to add icing to the cake, one of them split his head open with a fucking chain cutter. he wonders if this is karma for trying to hit wakasa’s head with not just a screwdriver, but a wrench too. 

so, instead of your front doorstep, he lands himself a nice little visit to the hospital, a teary-eyed manjiro and emma at his bedside by the time he wakes up. 

“shin, do you remember me? i’m your sister, emma,” she says with wobbly lips and a quiet sniffle, tugging gently at his hospital gown. his eyes soften, and he places a hand on top of her head, ruffling her hair affectionately. 

“yes, emma, i still have my memory,” he chuckles, “and you must be manjiro,” he teases. manjiro purses his lips with a huff, but when two tears trickle down his cheeks, shinichiro wipes them away with the pad of his thumb. “i’m fine,” he murmurs, “see? nothin’ to worry about.”

and then the door slams open and everyone flinches, all eyes darting to look at you as you stand with your own teary eyes and wobbly lips, the sound of your sniffles joining the rest. 

“oh shin,” you sob, and soon, you’re gently cupping his cheeks and tilting his head to get a better look at the bandages. “does it hurt? are you gonna have any permanent damage? is the kid in jail? do you remember what happened? wait, do you remember me? it’s me, remember? we’ve been friends since we were kids, i helped you up after you got beat—”

“okay,” he hisses, “we don’t need to relive that. it’s in the past,” his eyes glance at manjiro and emma before meeting yours again. you purse your lips and roll your eyes. 

“you almost died,” you spit at him, “how are you still worried about your rep?”

“i’m fine,” he grumbles, and then his eyes soften and he meets your gaze. he feels his heart sink when he notices there are tear tracks down your cheeks, staining your pretty little face in a way it never should be—you’re too good for this world for that. “really, i am.”

before either of you can even ask, manjiro is grabbing emma’s hand and tugging her along as he shuffles out the door, leaving you both to yourselves in the room without two sets of eyes watching…whatever this moment is as it goes down. 

“shin,” you sigh, seating yourself down on the chair beside his bed. he almost whines in protest when your hands leave his face, missing your touch as soon as it’s gone. “i’m sorry i’ve been avoiding you. i…it’s not your fault you don’t feel the same.”

“wait—”

“it’s okay, you don’t have to say anything,” you cut him off, “i get it, really i do! and i’m not hurt. well, i am a little sad, i can’t lie, but i’ll be fine. we’ll be fine. i don’t…i can’t lose you, shin, you know? we can be friends, i’m okay with just friends—you’re my best friend, and i thought…i thought you were gonna die, and i hadn’t spoken to you in like five days, and—”

“but i do—” you shush him with a finger to his lips. 

“just let me finish, okay? i’m really glad you’re okay, i don’t know what i’d do if you weren’t. god, you weren’t waking up, and there was so much blood when i got there, and manjiro was…a-and…” you trail off, voice cracking and eyes watering—and now you’re crying. sobbing, actually. sobbing and tearing his heart right out of his chest and shredding it one tear at a time, and he scrambles to grab your hand. 

“you sure do love to hear yourself talk,” he grumbles, tugging you forward to wipe the tears off your face. and the proximity should make him the shy, awkward guy he always reverts into when you’re so close, but somehow all of it flies out the window at the sight of you crying. 

he hates the idea of tears ever falling down your cheeks, and he hates the idea of him being the cause even more. 

“what are you—”

“i’ve been trying to say,” he huffs, “i–” he takes a breath, one that’s a little shaky before he swallows. “i love you too. i just…just got surprised, you know? cause…cause you’re you, and you laugh at wakasa’s jokes—even though he’s not really that funny, anyway,” he rolls his eyes at the mere thought of wakasa, “and i just froze. i-it’s not cause…l-like, i meant to say it back, really! i j-just…w-well you know me,” he chuckles nervously. you’re staring with your mouth agape. “n-no one’s ever said anything like that to me—well, no. i do get told i love you…by like my family and stuff—wait, that sounds lame. forget that last part—” he almost wishes hanemiya kazutora hit him harder with the chain cutter at this point when he hears you giggle. 

maybe death would be better than this, and at least that way he could haunt wakasa to make sure he stays far away from you. but he’s here, making a complete fool of himself as he openly admits that in his twenty-three years of life, he usually really just hears i love you from his younger siblings—and that’s typically only through batted lashes to get him to give in and let them get their way. 

“well, at least hitting your head didn’t change you,” you tease, “you’re still the same.”

“it’s too soon to be making head trauma jokes,” he glowers, “i just poured my heart out to you, you know.” 

“i know,” you hum, cupping his cheek and tracing a thumb over the skin. he leans into your touch and closes his eyes—and a small part of him is just the slightest bit proud he doesn’t need flowers and chocolate and his stupid bulleted list of things to say on paper. 

maybe, he’s enough as is. shy, awkward, weak little cry baby self and all. 

“it would be really appreciated if after this, you stopped giving imaushi wakasa the time of day,” he grumbles, “he’s really fuckin’ annoying.”

“you be nice to waka,” you chide, staring at him sternly. he pouts unhappily at the way you defend his friend. “he always says good things about you.” 

at twenty-three, you think the adults are right. you don’t see yourself spending your days with anyone else besides shinichiro, and if you have to fight the reaper’s scythe yourself, you will—but you’re marrying sano shinichiro one way or another. now that you have him, you’re never letting him slip from your fingertips again. 

so you climb into bed with him, tangle your legs with his and lay your head on his chest, ignore the cramped bed on the hospital that’s a little too small for the both of you, and you gently tilt his head down and you kiss him. 

he kisses back as he holds your face, smiling against your lips like he’s got the world in his palms—and he does. 

“i’m in love with you,” you murmur as you pull away, not meeting his gaze. your finger traces patterns into his chest, and his arm curls around you tighter. 

“oh,” he says. 

you glance up at him, frown marring that pretty, pretty face of yours. “that’s it?”

“and i’m in love with you too,” he whispers. 

“oh.” 

“that’s it?” he pouts playfully, bringing a hand to his chest as he writhes in faux agony. you snort, throwing your head back as you laugh, and he grins down at you, watching the light break over your face as you realize it’s always been you all along—just like it’s always been him. 

“shut up, shin,” you smack his chest, smiling against his lips when they find yours in another giggly kiss. 

shinichiro is a simple man. he finds that if he has you, he doesn’t really need anything else.

© hanmas do not plagiarize, repost, translate to other sites, or recommend on platforms outside tumblr such as tik tok

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[suhjihanma]

☩ 𝔇𝔯𝔦𝔭𝔭𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔊𝔬𝔬𝔡𝔰 ☩

☩Pairing: Shinichiro Sano / Female Reader ☩Words: 569 words ☩Kink: (8) Lactation / Nipple Play ☩Contenting Warning: Dirty talk, teasing, grinding, nipple play, lactation kink, mentions of nipple clamps, ☩Author's Note: Minors, ageless blogs, and kink shamers do not interact. Also. my masterlist tag has been hidden on my blog so, to hell with Tumblr. Y'all have to do some searching on my blog. Still, I love you horny guys. I need to show my 'Tokyo Revengers' boys some more love. It's hard writing fics while on your period. So much impure thoughts, you guys. Hope you guys, enjoy. Reblogs and likes are appreciated.

Silk fabric pressed against warm skin.

Now, the cold material that draped across your ample breasts now suddenly comes with the warmth of large hands that handled them with care. Tilting your head back to meet the shoulders of a man that was focused on giving you the pleasure that you craved for, a constant string of pathetic mewls stretched across ears that were listening to pleasure.

A pleasure that you yearned for so badly under a guy like Shinichiro. 

He could be minding the shop, rambling on about the accessories that he had for his motorcycles, along with mingling around regular customers, but having both of his hands feeling over the warm weighted breasts had him wanting to explore every part of your body. Frame by frame.

An addict would be harsh of words, yet the desire of wanting more grew as his fingers lightly touched the small rises that circled around your areola. You knew that Shinichiro was a man that played with his food, yet the horrible aches of wanting more than just his fingers grew to be more of a teasing hindrance. Enough of standing up with your ass grinding to the familiar dent that slowly grew in his pants, the hurting desire of being pushed down on a maintenance desk while he mercilessly fucks you from behind grew stronger.

You wanted more.

The mewls that came from your lips grew to be more frustrated as he playfully brushes both of his fingers around your erected nipples, now the fingers gently caressing the perkiness. Curse words of the book slipped out from each moan as you shamelessly grind yourself more into the back of him, a guttural groan was made in response as Shinichiro pinched your nipples with force. A pleading cry came out of your lips as you bit the puffed-out bottom lip, suppressing every moan that was made.

Your body can be unforgiving.

“Fuck, baby. Need some clamps on these things.” He moaned out before playfully plucking at the erected nubs. As the pressure of his fingers grew, so did the small secretions that dripped from the corners of his pressed down fingers. The feeling of something dripped between your legs caught your attention to look down and see that a familiar white substance was slowly began to ooze from your nipples. As Shinichiro’s fingers began to trance the liquid all over your nipples, you couldn’t help but to moan at the sight you were seeing. “Oh, baby. Ah, my tits…”

Shinichiro quietly noticed the haze-like gaze as he continued to tease your nipples, soft moans escaped his lips as he was looking over the shined, milky liquid that coated your hardened, yet highly sensitive nipples, traces of droplets leaving and splashing against your soft, thick thighs. Such an erotic view, Shinichiro was no better than any man. As he continued on with his teasing, the more you grew restless of wanting more than just his hands on your breasts. He could be suckling on them, favoring the taste of your sweet essence that secreted from your body. He could be doing all of those things and the more frustrated you became, so did the tortuous teasing. 

It was now as if he was reading your frustration as words ever so calm graze the noises of moans, cries, and please.

“Guess I’ll be milking these tits, too. Fuck. I wonder how you taste, baby?”

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[ymguchis]

3 : 35 am — thinking of... riding shinichiro at night ᶻ 𝘇 𐰁

tHIS HAVE BEEN ON MY MIND FOR DAYS AND HERE I AM TO SHARE IT WITH YOU GUYS.

just imagine this. It's early morning, and you and Shinichiro were watching a movie. practically neither of you was paying attention to the brightly colored images on the tv.

on the one hand, Shinichiro found no interest in the screen in front of him. to be honest he was there to keep you company because you weren't tired yet. on the other hand, you didn't even know what you were seeing because the only thing you could think about was shinichiro. how were you going to focus on anything else if you had your hot boyfriend right next to you.

many things were going through your head and they all led to the same thing... fucking. you wanted him to fuck you so bad. for a few minutes you managed to calm down and go unnoticed, rubbing your thighs and keeping your eyes fixed on the television without really paying attention to the comedy that was airing at the time.

of course, shinichiro wasn't stupid and he could sense your restlessness and thinly veiled movements. Leaning on the sofa and with one arm on the back, he directed his gaze to your bare legs. then to your chest, covered by an oversized T-shirt that easily revealed your erect nipples due to the cold of the night.

it was supposed to be cold... but the room felt getting hotter.

a large hand landed on your thigh, giving it a light squeeze to get your attention. you were slightly startled by the surprise touch, after having been sunk for several minutes in the thoughts of the millions of things you wanted to do to shinichiro at that moment.

— 'everything's fine? I notice you... distracted'

he asked in a slightly tired tone of voice, not taking his eyes off the TV and keeping a firm hand on your thigh. he knew, he knew exactly what you wanted. What kind of boyfriend would he be if he couldn't notice his girlfriend's basic needs with the naked eye.

but he wanted to have fun, and nothing amuses him more than hearing you ask him to fuck you, of course.

you made a small noise of affirmation accompanied by a slight nod. you were aware of the little game he was playing, but the little pride you had left was not going to allow you to humiliate yourself by telling him what you wanted.

Although we all know how you would end up.

shinichiro looked at your face and smiled. your cheeks and the tips of your ears were red. another hard squeeze on your thigh and you were seconds away from losing your composure.

— 'ahh, are you sure? you don't need anything?'

the little bit of pride you had left went down the drain when you made eye contact with him. your eyes dropped momentarily to his lips, then to his perfectly carved neck covered by the necklace he always wore, and finally to that damn sweatpants that left anyone's imagination what lay beneath them.

— 'I-I need you shin' you muttered under your breath, looking down at your hands as you unconsciously rubbed your thighs even harder, seeking some kind of solace for your aching cunt.

shinichiro smiled almost wickedly, and effortlessly pulled you onto his lap. your wet panties and hot core fit perfectly on top of his semi-hard cock. Grabbing the back of your neck he gently drew you into a passionate kiss.

he separated from you and without saying a word he told you to get on your knees so he could lower his pants and boxers. his cock jumped up and lightly hit his stomach.

one hand rested on your hip and the other went to play with the elastic of your panties to tease you, releasing it and causing a small moan from you when you feel the itch on your skin.

— 's-shin! stop playing, please' you gasped trying to stop his teasing.

— 'okay, sorry. now yes.' shinichiro replied chuckling softly and putting aside your panties. He grabbed his cock, giving it a few pumps, and after a few seconds he was finally inside.

both of you let out a few silent moans, and without waiting any further you began to mount it quickly. shinichiro put his hands on your hips, urging you to go faster and faster.

— 'ohh, f-ffuck yes. just like that, l-love' shinichiro moaned loudly against your neck.

one of your hands went to his hair to pull it and unite your lips in a rough kiss, causing the moans and sobs of both to be muffled by the other's mouth.

shinichiro broke away from the kiss and roughly lifted your shirt to pay attention to your breasts. his soft lips attached to your tits, leaving love bites and sucking hard on your nipples.

—'a-ah ah, shit. shin, I'm close, please. fuck me f-faster!'

shinichiro planted his feets on the ground and forcefully began to ram into your pussy over and over again. the sounds of skin against skin grew louder than the noise of the TV in the background.

— 'mhm, are you close? yeah? t-that's it, cum for me darling'

Shinichiro's hard strokes made his cock go deeper and deeper, hitting all the right places that made you see stars.

— 'you feel so good, so fucking tight!'

his thrusts became more and more sloppy, and with one stroke in particular you came hard. your core pressed hard against shinichiro's cock.

— 'oh yess, fuck yes. I-i'm cumming, c-cumming' shinichiro gasped and seconds later he was cumming. His eyes rolled back and his mouth parted slightly as his thrusts slowed.

you dropped onto shinichiro's chest and slowly both of your breathing became calmer.

one of shinichiro's hands went to your hair and started stroking it gently. he placed a kiss on one of your cheeks and with a whisper he asked.

— 'are you sleepy already?.

THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE SHORTER, BUT I LET IT GO I'M SORRY YAJEUDKEHDWK

hope you liked it !!

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[eggtartz]

OMGGG SORRY BUT can you shinichiro a s/o who turns into a nymphomaniac when she's drunk??? if you feel uncomfortable, it's okay not to do it >.<

a/n : the way this can end up two ways which is wholesome or nasty but yk what anon? i'll do both 🤭

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SFW

- he honestly had to drag you out from the bar because you were starting bubbling nonsense and it irked some people (security almost came whew)

- his alcohol tolerance was way higher than yours so he intended to bring you home quickly before you throw up or get sick like you always would when you're drunk

- your hands started wandering at his pants, lips went to kiss his neck while whispering incoherent words but he restrained himself

- he didn't refused your touches, his hand now holding yours and kissing your knuckles

- you giggled while trying to move to straddle shin before he stopped you, making you pout

- you fell asleep so when the two of you arrived, shin carried your body, legs wrapped around his waist and hands draped over his neck. he carried you to your bedroom and settled you there on the soft mattress

- shin respect your boundaries in relationships and he figures if you wanted to have sex, it would be best if the both of you were sober

NSFW

- shin was at the edge, the alcohol made him dizzy and you being.. you wasn't helping. again he had to drag your ass from the bar before he gets a worse headache

- he picked you up and placed your body on his shoulder like you weigh nothing, getting a giggle from you. "naughty, naughty shin.. wanna go somewhere?"

- your words had hiccups between them and shin was exhausted so he placed you at the back seat.

- when the car engine revived, shin drove away not knowing you're already planning a scheme in your head. slowly, you twirled his hair between you fingers that made him relax a bit. then your other hand went to touch his crotch getting a grunt as a response.

- shin hit the breaks and you excitedly waited as he parked at the side of the road and exited the car.

"wanna be a slut so bad huh? you wanna be my slut so bad you can't fucking wait until we got home?" shinichiro shut the door behind him and pulled your feet close to his waist. your dress hitched in the process that made you more horny. he shoved his fingers inside you mouth, your tongue lapping on his fingers while he undresses the two of you. when your bra and panties was finally off, he lifted your lower body to take a quick look at your wet pussy.

"this wet just because the alcohol and now i have to deal with it? look at that, she's basically asking me to eat her out.." he licked your clitoris in one stripe making you gasp. "n-no! want your cock please. your cock.." you felt so high and drunk your words just blurted out. "want it so bad?" he asked you while giving kitty licks at your clit, you nodding vigorously at his question.

he pushed you and grabbed your hair roughly while gesturing to his hard cock, ready to get the relief it deserves. "then get to work" you wasted no time and took him in your mouth, his cock sliding smoothly into your throat like it belonged there. you took him out and licked the base to the head, giving teasing licks on the head. shin hissed when you played with his balls, his hand grabbing your hair harder now. inpatient, both of his hands went to push your head, your nose resting on his pubic hair deepthroating the man. you swallowed his seed, some of them dribbling down your chin.

still drunk, you rubbed your clit right in front of shin who then took you to sit on his lap. "if you're so desperate about it then do it quick. c'mon, i don't have all day" he spanked your butt so you took his enormous cock to slide in your entrance, him groaning at the feeling. you couldn't control your voice, your moans. maybe it was the alcohol or the fear getting caught that made your bounces faster. his cock buried inside you were doing wonders to your body, sliding deliciously at your g-spot.

shin thrusted deeper inside you, determined to have you creaming his cock so when you do just that you let out a scream so loud, shin had to cover your mouth. he held your back to help you going through your orgasm while thrusting in and out slowly. "yeah that's my pretty girl. you got your load, wanna go home pretty?" you weakly nodded, not even caring what shin actually said.

yeah, next morning would be hard for you to walk.

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[nkogneatho]

shinichiro who cant get enough of your sweet cunt, always needing to have a taste of it whenever he wakes up. he just cant go a day without the taste of you on his tongue, hes addicted to the noises you make as he eats you out <3

- itto mod

𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓𝐘 𝐏𝐔𝐒𝐒𝐘 𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐎

—cw: fem!reader, cunningulus, cum eating, name-calling (cute).

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You have no idea how much he misses your pussy when he's at work. He'd be fixing the bolts in the motorcycle, but his brain would imagine how good you look when he fingers you. When he gets thirsty, water doesn't satisfy him. He thinks about how good your pussy tastes. How your juices are the only thing that can satisfy his dry tongue. But he has to gulp the tasteless liquid for now.

But as soon as he comes home, you're sitting on the sofa watching TV, and the first thing he does is kick his shoes aside, walk towards you in a hurry. He casts your bottoms aside. You're there in shock, not knowing what's happening and why was your sweet greeting cut off by his actions.

"Shin, What—Oh fuck," your questions are over before they were even asked, interrupted by how he licks your folds open. He caresses your thighs, pinches your sensitive nipples to get you wet.

Dominant hands pull your thighs so your leaking cunt is now right in his face. When he's got you wet enough, he latches his mouth on your pussy, sucking all your wetness off it. You feel so good. This has never happened. He's never so out of control. Shin wasn't his usual passionate self that evening. He was possessive. He wanted to own you. Your body. Your pussy. He wasn't sure if anyone else would make you feel as good as him. Not sure if anyone wouldn't let all that precious juice go to waste.

You couldn't surpress your moans anymore. You started chanting his name. All that the room filled with was his grunts and slurping noises, and your "Shin! Fuck. Shin. Oh my g—Ah. Shin. Shin. Shin!"

Your hips tightened, legs flexing as you came, crying in the ecstasy, feeding your boyfriend more of you. You tried to get off the sofa but your eyes traveled to Shinichiro discarding his t-shirt.

"You didn't think it was over, now did you babygirl?"

Of course it wasn't over. Fool of you to think that just one orgasm would satisy his thirst.

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[peonyxx0]

shower sex with shin

(no pronounce but female body)

this is not proof read • english isnt my first language • I have never written smth like this before • DO NOT REPOST

you felt the hot water running down your naked skin, your hands massaging the shampoo on your scalp, making it lather up. you just came back home after a tiring day at work. you were looking forward to seeing shinichiro once you arrive home but as you stepped inside your shared apartment he was nowhere to be seen. you figured, it might take some time for him to come home so you went to take a shower in hopes of the warm water helping you ease up a bit.

you were enjoying it so much, you didnt hear the bathroom door open and someone stepping into your shower with you. just as you were rinsing your hair out, did you feel his presence behind you. suprised, you turned your head around. "what-" he shushed you lightly and wrapped his arms around your form. "I've missed you" shin whispered into the junction of your neck. a small smile adorned your face, thinking his action was cute you leaned into his torso, enjoying his embrace and the warmth of the water as you closed your eyes. you didnt notice that he was reaching out to the shower head, removing it from its installation. the water now no longer falling onto your skin, you opened your eyes with confusion edged on your face as you looked at your fiancé from over your shoulder. "just..let me take care of you" you didnt quite understand what he meant but were soon to realise what exactly he was trying to say when you felt pressure on your bundle of nerves. the sudden feeling made your hips buck against his before he moved his hand to keep you pressed against them. "please let me" he pleadingly whispered into your ear. honestly, you werent even able to stop him, you were far too lost in pleasure by the showerhead he held closely to your womanhood. muffled moans left your throat as you tried stabilizing yourself by grabbing onto his muscular underarms. again leaning close to your ear, you could feel his hot breath fan against the shell, making even more heat rise up to your face. "lean forward" you oblieged and did as he said. shinichiro forced you to go on your tiptoes which made you remove your hands from his arms and place your palms on the wall infront of you instead. now with the new angle, he was able to align himself with your entrance and slowly push deep inside of you. he filled you up so well, you were so close and the water pressure on your clit was not helping at all. you were embarassed by how good he could make you feel despite not even doing anything. his hips stood still, only the subtle bucking of your own added any friction. it was enough for you though, because every oh so light brush of his veiny shaft against your spongy walls made your mind go more and more dizzy. with your clit being stimulated, you were already clenching around him enough, making him reach his high anytime soon too. he used the arm that held the showerhead to keep you pressed against him as his other hand left your lower belly and cupped your breast instead. he lightly kneaded it as you continued spasming around him. "youre doing so well, only a little more" he gave you a kiss on the cheek and moved his hand to your other breast. you were so close; the stretch of his shaft, the inexhaustible pressure on your clit, his hand on your mounds and his proximity made you slowly tip over the edge as you felt the knot in your stomach tighten and with a sudden jerk of his hips it finally snaps with his warm semen painting your insides. you arched your back with a moan of his name falling from your parted lips while he continued lightly rocking his hips forward to ride out your orgasm. both of you tried catching your breaths after he removed the showerhead from your clit and changed the setting back to normal. he still remained inside of you, making you cockwarm him when his arms wrapped around your form again. "you did so well, love." he said as he placed light kisses on your shoulder, softly caressing your sides. "now tell me" he slowly pulled out, letting him drag against your walls "how was work?".

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[rinrinx2]

Ok so we all know that shinichiro is a big family guy. He loves his family and would love to have kids with his s/o. So I wanted to request a fic where reader and shin are married and are trying for a baby but it hasn’t been successful so they go to a doctor to see what’s wrong. It turns out that reader can’t have kids. Obviously she didn’t know but it’s heartbreaking for them. Reader has been depressed after thinking that shin would leave her. Shin wouldn’t leave her because he loves her and comforts her.

Hope you like it♡

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6: 45

Shinichiro x reader

Warnings: Kinda angst, Straight up sadness, Fluff at the end.

It must of been some sick joke your mind was playing on you as the words of the doctor played over and over in your mind like some tormenting movie that you were forced to watch.

"I'm sorry Mrs Sano but you're unable to bare a child"

The clear expression of the doctor with her soft saddened smile as she revealed the reason why you were struggling to fall pregnant etched into your memory. The image only causing more tears to spill from your eyes.

Your heart was sucken to the deepest pits within unable to come to terms that you would never have a child. You would never be able to hold a being that you carried for 9 months in your arms, you would never be a mother and to make it worst Shinichiro would never be a father.

You knew how important family was to Shinichiro, and how much he wanted one of his own. So, now with this reality presented infront of you, you knew what would be the outcome causing you to cry even more as you mourned a child you would never know.

'It's only a matter of time' your mind told you.

Your knew that once you would break the news to Shinichiro that soon, he would depart permanent from you. What was the use of being with a woman who couldn't even provide such a basic need and you would be alone child barren and with no hand to hold or shoulder to cry on.

The thought alone causing more tears to fall like a crashing wave on the rough rocks of the shore.

So heartbroken that you hadn't even heard your husband enter what was supposed to be your shared bedroom.

"Hey (Y/N) you see my wrench" he asked looking over at your figure. Your figure that was hunched over, with your hands covering your beautiful face as the most heart breaking sobs emitted from your lips.

Quickly Shinichiro moved to sit beside you, wrapping his arms around your waist to pull your closer, as you peaked through your fingers to see the worried expression on his face causing fresh tears to spill like a waterfall.

"What's wrong (Y/N)" Shinichiro asked softly waiting for your response; but he waited in vain as he was only met with silence and the sound of your tears.

"Are you sad because I ate the last pudding"

"I'm sorry I ate the last pudding I didn't mean to but I was so hungry and work was running late so I just-"

"I'm not sad about the pudding" you sniffled out with a laugh. Even when you were sad he was able to make you laugh, you would miss this quality of his so much, the thought alone drowning out the laughter that had escaped your lips.

"Then what's bothering you (Y/N)?" Shinichiro asked again.

You could hear the worry in his voice as he asked, and it only made your heart break further. How cruel it would be to break the news to him, like snatching away the kne joy he wanted.

"I dont wanna say you'll hate me" you said through tears.

"Come on (Y/N) there's nothing in this world you could do that would make you hate me, okay maybe if you ate the last pudding I'd be upset but I'd never hate you"

And as you heard Shinichiro words your confidence came back slowly, and yet there was still apart of your mind that told you that once you told him he would never be the same, he would never be yours again. Yet you knew it would be selfish to keep him in a world full of delusions only to one day have it ripped from below his feet.

So,with a deep breath and a mind full of doubt, you slowly removed your hands from your face. Your eyes now starring into his his as you spoke yourself into the future that you were terrified to be in.

"I can't have a child" You said hurriedly, forcing the words to come out in one breath.

"You mean you don't want one" Shinichiro said his eyes flickering down, his face painted with disappointment and hurt and you knew now what would be his next words.

'It's going to happen now' your mind said preparing you for the moment he would say he no longer wished to share a bed with you or a life.

"I thought you we agreed that we'd have a child and we'd have our own little family, could you please tell me why you don't want a child anymore?"

"Shinichiro it's not that I don't want one, I physically can't have one. The doctor said I'm unable to bare a child" You said as the repeated words of the doctor reached your ears again now coming from your own voice causing tears to spill once again.

Now both the pain of not being able to have a child and the stark realization that your husband was going to leave you were the reasons for the trail of tears streaming down your cheeks.

"(Y/N) I know this must be a very difficult thing for you to hear, and I want you to know that I'll be here for you, I'll be someone who you can really on for support, a hand to hold and shoulder to cry on when things feel to tough, I'll always be here for (Y/N) ... and as for us, we'll be fine. Just because you can't have a child doesn't mean we can't have one. We can adopt a child and as long as we love and care for it, it doesn't matter if it's not biologically ours or not as long as we have each other that's all that matter" Shinichiro said as his hand grabbed yours as his eyes starred into yours.

"You're not going to leave me?" You quietly asked, the fear of him still leaving you still heavily sitting on your mind.

"I didn't marry you to be a breeding machine, I married you because I wanted you to the the first person I see in the morning and the last at night. I married you because I love you and I don't want to live a life where you're not in it. I don't care about the rest, I just want you (Y/N).

And finally for the first time that day a smile finally appeared on your face at hearing Shinichiro's words.

Slowly your arms wrapped around his shoulders embracing him in a hug. You truly had married the kindest man in the world willing to accept and love you no matter what. No matter the hardships he would be beside you.

"I love you, Shinichiro"

"I love you too, (Y/N) ... besides now I don't need to use a rubber when we do it.

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[shoyoist]

mkay testing the tags b4 i drop that shin smut!

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[effetsecndaires]

— 𝐭𝐨𝐤𝐫𝐞𝐯 𝐦𝐞𝐧 + 𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬.

➺ INCLUDES: wakasa imaushi, haruchiyo sanzu, hanma shuji, shinichiro sano, ran haitani (all of legal age, timeskip or bonten) x fem!reader

➺ CONTENT WARNING | this post contains explicit porn links!! you may need to have a twitter account or change your privacy settings to be able to see them. The women on the videos are white-skinned + please do not interact if you are under 18.

➺ NOTE | tokrev version !! again, the links will probably disappear after a little while but i'll do my best to replace them or find similar ones when that happens!

➟ WAKASA

Wakasa knows your body like the back of his hand, and he knows it. The look on your face along with those sweet, pathetic little sounds you make as he pounds into you tells him everything he needs to know. He's only been fucking you for a couple minutes and you're already moaning, babbling and begging him to go harder, your tits bouncing with each thrust of his hips.

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➟ SANZU

Sanzu could spend hours playing with your pussy before even thinking of touching you with his cock. He’ll have your back pressed flush against his chest, fingers rubbing your clit in fast, frantic circles, his hard cock poking your lower back as he watches you squirm and whimper for more.

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➟ HANMA

Hanma fucking loves your tits. It doesn't matter what size they are, he'll have his hands and mouth on them every time you ride him, sucking a nipple into his mouth and swirling his tongue around it while his free hand gives equal attention to the other breast, pinching and rolling the sensitive bud between his index finger and thumb.

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➟ SHINICHIRO

Shinichiro loves giving more than receiving, and he’s not afraid of letting things get messy. He’ll greedily lap up your pussy while he fingers you, his index, middle and ring fingers buried deep in your cunt as his cum leaks out in thick loads, trickling down his hand as he pumps it out of you.

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➟ RAN

Ran has fucked you on every flat surface in every room of your shared house, but his favorite place to fuck is the bathroom. He’ll have you laid on the counter, one leg lifted and propped against the sink while he fucks you from behind, your moans echoing off the thin, definitely not soundproof walls. (Bonus point if you're in front of a mirror)

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[garoujo]

✩ ˛˚ . SANO SHINICHIRO ; — shinichiro loved hearing from his grandpa, sometimes his timing wasn’t the best though.

warnings: f!reader, stepcest, handjobs, shin takes a call. note: i went insane writing this :< he’s so soggy <3

it was so fucked up, the way shinichiro’s sinking into the couch in his living room — watching a movie with his pretty little step sisters at his side under the blanket. a good older brother, the best actually and maybe if anyone were to see you both from a distance they’d think the same thing, ignorant to the fact he’s breathing deep and so fucking hard as your hand pumps his cock underneath the comforter.

most of your movie nights ended up like this, maybe it was the fact your older brother was always glued by your side — too used to not getting a silver of attention from women but you were different. you’d never turn him down like the other ones do, you were too good and he thought you were so much prettier anyway, like the world just placed you right there in his lap all for the taking.

“shit, angel. fuck—thought ya liked this movie? ya ain’t g’nna watch it?” shinichiro’s voice is hazy, trailing off into something needier when your hand squeezes around his shaft and his hips twitch to follow your movements as he sends you a lidded, heavy look.

“but shin! i wanna cuddle with you instead.” he is so fucked— he thinks when you push yourself closer followed by another rough stroke of your palm along the length of him, your tits press closer into his chest and you feel your older brother throb when he lets his eyes focus on the way they pool at the neckline of your shirt.

“yeah? well y’know i can’t say no t’ ya, baby.” it’s soft as he pants against your cheek, smearing a wet kiss along your skin before you’re twisting to meet him for a real one. shinichiro knows it’s wrong, the way he’s so eager to press his tongue against his little sisters, gasping as his hips grind into the tight ring your fist as made around his cock as he licks into your mouth, greedy for even more of you.

but just as he gets into it, groaning as he lets himself suck on your tongue — his free hand that was resting over the back of the couch dropping over your shoulders so he can curl you into him, his phone rings and he groans when you pull away to breathe.

he’d normally ignore it, but he feels the way your movement on his cock slows when the contact id shows it’s your grandpa — he never missed his calls, too scared incase it was some sort of emergency so he looks at you before you’re giving him a look that urges him to pick up.

“just gimme a sec, princess.” shinichiro drawls as he runs his hand through the messy mop of dark hair framing his features, fingers fumbling with his phone as he expects you to stop—and you do, for a moment, until he’s pressing the accept call button and suddenly your hands are back on him and he almost chokes.

“hey g-gramps, shit.” he stutters before he curses under his breath and shoots you a wide eyed look—his free hand is wrapping lightly around your wrist but another sweet little squeeze around the head of his cock and he swear his limbs feel too fuzzy to even try to stop you.

“cut it out, c’mon, baby. y’re killin’ me here.” your older brother gasps quickly as the phone falls slightly away from his ear, his gaze on you despite the way every twist of your wrist makes his eyes want to roll back. another languid pull of your fist around his cock and shinichiro moans before he’s covering it up with a cough, head falling against the back of the couch before he’s desperately trying to listen to what his grandpa is saying right now.

“she’s here, jus’ uh—hangin’ out.” you think it’s charming, the way he’s biting on his lower lip to hide just how good his little sisters touch feels on him right now — flushed to his chest because he knows it’s wrong but he fuck— does he love it.

“yeah, fuck—doin’ good gramps.” another moan slips from between his lips and you can tell your grandpa knows somethings up. shinichiro is normally more talkative than this and you can tell he’s not ignorant to that when his next words have your older brother stuttering, cock twitching in your hold like he’s just been caught out.

“ah—‘ts nothin’, must’ve pulled somethin’ at the shop ‘s all. just gotta s-stretch it out.” you let yourself lean in closer as you trail your lips along the oversized neckline of your brothers shirt, tongue laving over the silver necklace that trails along his collarbones as his hips twitch up into the next stroke of your hand.

it was fun to tease shinichiro like this despite the fact he was the older one, knowing just how sensitive your brother was to your touch as he lets his head roll to the side — exposing more sensitive skin for you to suckle and nibble on as you vaguely hear your grandpa grumble about how he should get you to help him stretch out more after a long day at the shop. but this only spurs you on as you feel his free hand cup around the back of your head as he presses you deeper into his neck with a breathless, fucked out chuckle.

“yeah—heh, i’ll ask ‘er. sure she’ll be happy to help ‘er older brother, y’know?”

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