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Mikey’s birthday party was been a rotund success. Emma did her best to reunite everyone in a karaoke restaurant and most of the Toman among other gangs had gathered to celebrate.
The only thing that kept bothering you a bit was the apathetic grimace of the birthday boy while watching others having a blast. Chifuyu, Takemichi, Pachin and Peyan sang off key as everyone cheered, expect for him. It was a funny scene but the only one who didn’t seem to notice was Mikey.
“Hey, you!” You decided to borrow his sporadic attention. “I’m curious—what part of seeing your friends being goofy are you not liking?” You teased, sneaking closer until were sitting next to him.
Mikey turned, yet ogled you with the same apathetic look and suddenly his stoic gaze shifted to your lips, and his cheeks dusted with color as if an specific thought had invaded that blond head, yet had refused to share it.
“Do I look bored?” he deadpanned.
“Awfully bored!” You beamed, rolling your eyes, goodheartedly and could glimpse the ghost of a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth and before it disappeared, you tried to cheer him up again.
“Do you want to start opening your presents?”
You suggested looking at a table full of presents and when were about to show off about what you bought him, you felt his hand taking yours under the table.
Your eyes met and couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed, nevertheless, squeezed his hand in return as to show support. Maybe Mikey had a rough day and this was his way of telling you about it.
“Is everything alright?” You dared to ask and the soft grin painting his lips didn’t reach his eyes.
“Nothing to worry about.” Mikey insisted but knowing him you knew was lying.
His thumb began to make gentle but steady circles across your palm while staring straight into your eyes making your heart race and beat, hurriedly.
“Do you want to go outside—” his off voice suggested and taking a small pause for him to scoot closer until your thighs were flush together, finished “...and take some fresh air?”
You managed to blink a few times a little conflicted by his sudden proposal, yet stumbling with your words ended up, agreeing.
Both left the table unnoticed when the party was at its peak and before you could make any move, Mikey claimed your hand again linking it with his, letting his strong fingers intertwine with your slender ones in a firm, yet gentle grip.
Anxiety eating you alive as you let the Tokyo Manji leader tug you along the corridors of the establishment until reached a private room which seemed reserved for more sophisticated parties. But Not caring, he slide the door open and peeked inside to check if was empty.
“Mikey, we didn’t book this place,” you stuttered but were largely ignored, “—we’re going to get in trouble.”
Starting to feel a little overwhelmed, you tried to retrieve your hand but Mikey didn’t yield and instead glanced over his shoulder at you. Those deep pools of mystery assessed you for a minute before his next words made you lose the ability to complain again.
“I want to be alone with you,” Mikey explained unashamedly, “—I liked that as my present.” Your friend confessed staring at you with an odd determination, and feeling your cheeks ablaze, you nodded hesitatingly, to then allow him to drag you inside the private room just to hear him lock the door behind.
Fidgeting with your hands, you stared at your feet until a foreign hand grabbed your chin, tilting it up.
“I feel much better now, thanks (y/n).” The birthday boy admitted and the gloriously, beautiful smile stretching across his face made you have to swallow a gasp.
“Great-t, Mikey!” You cheered happily, feeling a little less anxious, “that’s what friends are for—”
“Friends…” quietly repeated, reluctant while grabbing both your hands in his. “I thought we were more than just… friends.”
His dark gaze pinned you in place and the air around thickened when you were unable to wrap your head around what he meant.
“Aren’t we… best friends?”
Mikey questioned, his hands tenderly toying with your fingers no stop and out of your control, you nodded, absentmindedly.
“Shinichiro told me that best friends share everything…” he continued, “from sadness to happiness, and all kind of experiences in between.”
Mikey took a step closer until was hovering over you, “I was wondering, if we were that kind of best friends?”
Silence reigned for a couple of seconds before you were able to find your voice again.
“Yes, we are friends—I mean best friend!” You hurried to assert, “Shinichiro is right, you can share everything with me” Arming yourself with courage, squeezed his hands in yours and eager to show him your unconditional support, placed them close to your chest to emphasize the following words.
“I would never, ever judge you or belittle your feelings, Mikey, you can trust me completely!”
A wide, genuinely happy smile kidnaped his mouth and all uncertainty left you to be replaced by the feeling of your chest swelling with pride.
“Good, I’m so happy to hear that.” The blond admitted, easily and you let out a relieved sigh at realizing your had overreacted, of course Mikey’s intentions were pure.
Or so you forced yourself to believe.
Not losing his carefree air, Mikey continued. “That said, and we being in an understanding, I was wondering…”
Making a long pause, you noticed reluctance gather in his mind and feeling wrongly pumped by his declaration of friendship, you reassured him.
“You can ask me anything, Mikey, I would do it for you… best friend.” You were at cloud nine after he anointed you his best friend, after all only Ken-chin shared that honor.
It meant that you were the female best friend of the leader of the Tokyo Manji, nothing could ruin the moment.
Eagerly waiting for him to continue, you heard him mutter.
“… Anything?”
And nodding your head effusively, you tugged his hands closer, not realizing that were already tightly pressed against your chest.
“Yes, Mikey, anything—” you promised, “you only need to ask.”
“I’m so glad I found such a loyal and trustworthy friend, you are amazing (y/n).”
You couldn’t hide the deep blush blossoming on your cheeks and giggling at his praise, something in his eyes shifted.
“I was wondering…” he started again more confidently and leaning forward on the tip of your feet, curiosity ate you away. “… Yes, what were you wondering, Mikey?”
A triumphant smirk peeked at his lips and looking straight at you, finally finished.
“I was wondering if I could go down on you?”
The first thing your body did was let go of his hands as shock grew too evident on your face, mouth hanging open while eyes stopped blinking.
Mikey giggled a little, not showing a single trace of shame and seeing you frozen, pleaded his argument.
“I mean, is a different experience and something I’ve never done before—probably neither have you?” he stated, but didn’t wait for you to answer. “So, as best friends, I wanted to share this experience with you because I trust you the most, and I know you won’t let me down,” he made a meaningful pause when you didn’t seem to react, “...or maybe I misread everything and you didn’t mean it—”
The gloom tainting his voice pushed you to speak.
“No!” your voice sounded louder than you anticipated, “I meant-… I meant every word…” your head was a mess, something in the back of your mind screamed that was wrong of him to ask such thing, yet that scream was being smothered by the urgent need you had to keep in his good graces and tagged as his best friend.
“Mikey, I...” You were unsure of what to say.
“You don’t want me to because you never really trusted me, right?”
Mikey’s tone sounded so disappointed that it broke your heart, and guilt quickly began to weigh on your shoulders.
The weak denied of your head being vastly ignored.
“Of course you don’t trust me, I’m just a petty delinquent, no one important—” he continued and the shake of your head grew, vigorously. “I should have known, it was too good to be truth…. obviously, you don’t want me as your best friend.”
“Mikey, please stop!” You ended up pleading, desperate. “I swear to you is not that, you can trust me and we are best friend… is just that this is-this is so sudden and—”
“It’s sudden for me as well,” calmly interrupted you, “I just thought it could be a bonding experience for both,” one of his hands reached for your cheek, in a way too soft caress, “I mean, It would be something exclusive,” he explained “we would not do it with anyone else… Never.” Something in the gleam of his eyes felt menacing and disturbingly possessive.
“Only you and me, sharing the ultimate seal of trust,” his thumb went back and forth with almost a studied ease, “only then I would know that you fully trust me, and that it’s not just hollow words.”
His warm palm felt so comforting and safe as it cupped your cheek that you leant into it, insistently. And closing your eyes to enjoy the touch, began to ponder his words.
We would not do it with anyone else… it’s a bonding experience…. It’s a matter of thrust… hollow words….
Every word fluttered inside your mind like a swarm of wasps, painfully stinging your fragile heart and weakening your good reason to the point of giving way.
“… I guess-… I mean, if we are best-best friends and you… you need this…” you started to mumble, “I guess—I guess it’s ok…” the last word was said begrudged low, but Mikey’s sole attention was on you and could hear it, clearly.
His mouth twisted up, dangerously but before you could see it, he hid it behind false understanding.
“I don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable, (y/n)…” The blond sweetly expressed, grabbing your face between his warm palms. “I just want you to trust me as I trust you.”
Had his eyes always been this pitch black? It was like looking into the abyss, you had never been so close, and somehow ended up blaming his handsome face and well-studied speech when you didn’t stop his next actions.
“I trust you, Mikey… I do.”
Your body stopped obeying your mind all together and instead of running from the danger you might be in… you let him seal your fate with a sweet kiss, which Mikey quickly escalated as his hands sparked with life of its own, slipping furtively under your skirt to squeeze the fat on your butt, making you gasp soundly and break the kiss leaning away, or as far as Mikey´s possessive grip allowed you.
“Sorry, I got carried away.”
Manjiro Sano apologized, hastily before you could go back to your senses, and not wasting a single second, hauled you until you were on top of a couch.
You expected him to sit next to you but instead, saw him kneeling until was comfortably hovering over your knees and once crouched down he asked, very thoughtful.
“Are you comfortable?”
A lame nod of your head was enough for him to continue.
“Good,” he said and nipping playfully at your knee to help you relax while tenderly pushing you further down into the rabbit hole, finally showed his sharp fangs. “Then, I’m going to dig in.”
The way he referred to you as if you were a meal, twisted your stomach into a knot and anxiety blasted the same moment his greedy hands lifted your skirt, leaving you uncaringly exposed.
A swift smirk curled his lips before sharing.
“I helped Emma pick out these panties for you, you know.” He said, relaxed as if he weren’t spreading your legs apart to accommodate his head in between.
“Emma wanted to give you some black ones but I knew the pale-pink ones would look better-” never losing his sharp grin, reached two fingers and traced the outline of your folds above the panties, and winked, playfully “...in the end, I was right.”
A cold shiver ran down your core when your gazes connected, and you could see him lick his lips to then hook an index finger around each side of your panties.
“Can you lift a little, baby?”
He’d never referred to you as baby, even so, you still obeyed, lifting your core to allow him to slide your underwear down your legs. Mikey’s gaze never leaving yours even when balled the panties in his hand and gave a swift sniff, before putting it inside his pants pocket.
Your thighs trembled imperceptibly under his warm palms as he memorized every detail of you.
“This is all I really wanted for my birthday.” He shared, introspectively and without needing an answer, leant down to have a taste.
His face disappeared between your thighs and the contact of his wet tongue against your cunt, caught you off guard. It felt weird and uncomfortable, making you squirm away, but the more his eager tongue wagged, the less you could think and suddenly, your mind started to blur.
His rough hands clung tightly to your legs to stop you from scooting away and mindfully, his lips made a seal over your clit to devoutly suck at the sensitive bundle of nerves, making you wonder If this was truly Mikey’s first time doing this.
“Mikey—” You mewled, disoriented. “Slow-Slow down… ple-ase…!”
You were succumbing to the mastery of his explorative tongue and his powerful enthusiasm to eat you out.
Fierce felt his tongue every time it plunged inside you, while his thumb made gentle but constant circular motions on your clit, making it all too overwhelming.
“Stop–… is too much… I-I can’t-can’t take it—Ahhh… Mikey, please—” your begs fell in deaf ears as the blond was too engrossed in his task, too busy having a meal to gift your whining any mind.
Humming pleasantly against your sensitive flesh while enjoying mouthfuls of your slick, which dripped down his chin along his saliva.
“You taste so, so goooooood.” The Tokyo Manji leader praised, eyes shut tightly as his palms squeezed the inner flesh of your thighs, roughly. “(Y/n), open wider—”
“…Manjiro!” the mention of his name finally caught his attention, and merely glimpsing up from in between your thighs, without stopping his gluttony, waited for you to continue.
“I feel weird… I think I’m going to pee—please stop...”
The message was received, and to your surprise could feel him smirk against your cunt as mischief shone wild in those blackened orbs as denied his head.
“It´s ok, baby, trust me.” Mikey said between aggressive kisses to your clit, “you don’t want me to stop before the fun part.” Aiming for the grand finale, plunged two thick fingers inside you while lapping at you, unrestingly.
The stretch combined with his eager hums and the vibration of his tongue against you bundle of nerves became too much too quickly, and a broken shriek of pleasure ripped through your throat as you came for the first time in your entire life, all over his mouth.
Slumping down you panted heavily, your heartbeat drumming fast and erratic as slowly you came down from your high, leaving behind as attest of your sin, only a set of blushing cheeks and a mortified mind.
A few kisses pampered the inside of your thighs before Mikey got up, slowly licking his lips and fingers clean while savoring the last glimpses of your arousal and out of the blue among your heaving sounds, echoed the distinctive sound of a belt being open.
Your eyes widened and looking confused at Mikey, he smirked down at your innocent face before declaring.
“My turn.”