#toman

⊹ mikey who isn’t always great at putting his feelings into words, so he says them through tiny actions instead. he notices when you’re cold before you do and drapes his jacket over your shoulders, saves the last bite of dessert because he knows you’ll like it, and quietly walks on the side closest to traffic every single time.

⊹ mikey who looks at you with complete, uncomplicated trust. after a rough day, he’ll flop onto your couch and stare at the ceiling until you sit beside him, then inch closer until your shoulders touch. he never asks to be comforted outright, but the way he settles against you says more than enough.

⊹ mikey who kisses you like he’s still a little surprised he gets to. most of them are quick pecks before hopping on his bike or after walking you home, but every so often he’ll cup your face with both hands, smile against your lips, and stay there for just a second longer because he doesn’t feel any rush to pull away.

⊹ mikey who remembers tiny things you mentioned months ago without realizing they mattered. you once pointed at a claw machine plushie and called it cute, and weeks later he casually drops it into your lap after somehow winning it on his first try. when you ask why he got it, he just blinks. “because you liked it.”

⊹ mikey who can fall asleep almost anywhere, but insists he sleeps best with you nearby. if you’re watching a movie together, there’s a good chance you’ll look over halfway through and find him dozing off with his head on your shoulder and one hand loosely holding onto your sleeve so you can’t wander off without waking him.

⊹ mikey who gets quietly jealous rather than dramatic. if someone else is making you laugh a little too much, he doesn’t interrupt or start an argument - he simply wanders over, slips into the space beside you, and casually hooks his arm around yours as though that’s where it’s always been. he won’t even look at the other person. he’s only paying attention to whether you lean into him.

⊹ mikey who has an uncanny sense for when you’re nearby in a crowd. toman could be celebrating after a meeting with dozens of people talking over one another, but the moment he hears your voice, his head turns immediately. within seconds he’s weaving through everyone until he’s standing next to you.

⊹ mikey who instinctively reaches for the back of your shirt whenever you’re walking through crowded places. it isn’t because he thinks you’ll get lost - it just reassures him that you’re there. sometimes he doesn’t even realize he’s doing it until you glance back at him and smile.

⊹ mikey who becomes surprisingly protective when you’re exhausted. if you’re pushing yourself too hard, he’ll gently take whatever you’re carrying out of your hands and tell you to take a break in the same matter-of-fact tone he uses to order food. there’s no teasing in moments like that - just quiet certainty that he’s going to help whether you protest or not.

⊹ mikey who isn’t possessive in words but in habits. your drink somehow ends up in his hand after one sip, he steals bites from your plate without asking, and he automatically saves you a seat wherever he goes. the people around him stop questioning it after a while because if there’s an empty spot next to mikey, everyone already knows who it’s for.

⊹ mikey who kisses you with so much love that makes your chest ache. he’ll pause right before you leave, brush his forehead against yours, and press one soft kiss to your lips before stepping back. then, after a second of thinking, he’ll lean in for another because one never quite feels like enough.

⊹ mikey who acts fearless in front of everyone else but relaxes completely when he’s with you. on nights when the responsibilities of leading toman weigh heavier than he lets on, he rests his head against your shoulder and closes his eyes. he doesn’t ask you to fix anything. he just stays there, comforted by the simple fact that you’re still beside him.

↪ Mikey whose dark eyes are watching you languidly as you bounce on top of him, eyes fixed at where the both of you are connected while he leans back against the stack of pillows against his headboard. His adam's apple bobs as he brings his gaze back to your face and sees how entranced you are, soft pants escaping your kiss swollen lips.

God, he thinks there's nothing else more beautiful than you are at that moment.

↪Mikey who shudders the moment the words "I love you" leaves your lips and like a man possessed, he surges forward to pull you into a searing kiss. His hand is on the back of your head tugging at your hair, the sudden pull forces a gasp out of you and his tongue delves in. You're both trying to breathe heavily against the kiss. His chest is pressed tightly against yours as his free arm wounds around your body. You can feel his heartbeat from this position, the steady thump of his heart against his ribcage that threatened to burst at any moment.

↪ Mikey who greedily laps up the noises you make against his lips as he slowly gyrates his hips against yours. The position lets him pull you deep against him, your clit brushing against his pelvis with each slow circle of his hips. You were already so close - just a little more, just a little more and - suddenly, you whined his name so sweetly.

Mikey feels something inside him snap.

↪ Mikey who suddenly pushes you onto your back, the mattress creaking in response as he spreads your legs and starts pistoning himself inside you against that spot you love the most. His cheeks are flushed and his blonde hair is a mess, sweat runs down the firm muscle of his arm but his gaze is locked onto your own. He leans down to breathe against your neck, the scent of your shampoo and your skin filling his senses.

He groans, dick twitching slightly inside your heat as he melts into you.

You're on the edge of the precipice - the both of you are.

Mikey's movements are starting to falter and you're whining louder against his ear. Mikey's voice when he speaks is rough and gravelly, strained from having to keep the relentless pace he had started as he chases after both of your highs.

↪"Say it again." He says, clearly with effort. Mikey's nose nuzzles against your neck, his other hand gripping your hip with an almost bruising force as he feels you tighten around him.

He pulls away just slightly to look at you, lips parted as he pants.

"Tell me you love me."

↪ Mikey who makes it harder for you to speak as his thumb finds your clit and starts drawing quick and tight circles around your sensitive nub. You manage his request with a quivering voice, head suddenly throwing back as the intensity of your orgasm takes you by surprise. Mikey helps you through it, coaxing you gently with soft caresses and slow and deep thrusts.

↪Mikey who pulls out of you the moment he feels you go limp and jerks himself off to completion.

↪Mikey who's mesmerized at the sight of his cum splattered against your soft skin, admiring the slight sheen from exertion and sweat.

↪"Fuck." He whispers under his breath before he leans down to give you a deep kiss, this time it's less frantic - like he's finally here and he melts into putty the moment your hands run through his hair.

↪"I love you." Mikey who finally says it back with the softest look in his eyes. His heart already feels full, but the moment you smile at him it's as though a weight has been lifted from his shoulders.

Perhaps today - he decides - he'll stop being invincible.

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wrote this instead of sleeping 😎

His member thrust in without waiting for a response. You dedicated those minutes to giving him the blowjob he so desperately craved.

He thrust from the nape of your neck to his penis, each stroke deeper and more intense than the last. Tears inevitably filled your eyes, your hands searching for support on the cold floor beneath you. Baji watched you from above, his gaze fixed on you, his eyes filled with lust. He didn't do much besides thrust his hips into you; he must have been tired enough to simply move your head back and forth.

"You look like a total slut right now." His insult, dripping with pleasure, reached your ears. You did nothing but continue your work against his cock, moving your tongue against the tip and plunging it down your throat.

It only took Baji a couple of minutes to ejaculate in your mouth after slapping you across the right cheek. He was pretty wild.

"Swallow it all," he warned you with a "friendly" threat. You searched with your thumb for any trace of his essence, but finding nothing, you simply swallowed what entered your mouth. "Good girl, as always."

After the compliment, he straightened his pants and hurried out of the room. You stood up, pushing yourself up with your palms against the floor, and went to the bathroom to rinse your mouth.

You didn’t fully remember how long you had been working for these guys.

Two years? Maybe three.

You first met them when they defended you from a group of strangers in one of the most dangerous streets in Tokyo. They had seemed like good people back then. The boy with the kindest appearance had called you afterwards, offering you a job with such good pay that you didn’t hesitate to accept.

As time passed, your role became more… personal. More private.

You had no complaints. Your salary increased, and they didn’t treat you badly.

What did make you uncomfortable were the businesses they had started dealing with since last year. Drugs and illegal goods constantly moved through Toman’s warehouses. That — and the carpets that came and went stained with the blood of enemies or traitors. You were grateful you weren’t the one who had to clean those messes.

Tokyo had become a place ruled by crime, trafficking, prostitution… all under the surveillance of the Tokyo Manji Gang. What had once been a childhood dream had turned into a nightmare for ordinary people.

If you didn’t belong to a gang, you were doomed.

That was another reason why being associated with them was convenient. You were completely untouchable.

Your personal life wasn’t very remarkable. You lived close to the warehouse and main meeting building — in an apartment your bosses had even given you as a reward for your loyalty. Your family ties were nonexistent, and you had very few friends. Yuzuha was the only person you truly considered close.

She had told you about Toman’s beginnings. There had once been two other girls connected to the leaders: Hinata Tachibana and Emma Sano.

Hinata had been Takemichi’s girlfriend. He was now one of Toman’s division leaders. She broke up with him when she found out what he was doing in the gang. It hadn’t been long ago. She had tried her best to keep the relationship, but after his infidelity, she decided to leave him for her own sake.

Emma was another story.

After constant arguments with her brother, she chose to distance herself completely — even leaving the country. Yuzuha had told you how many times Emma had been hurt because of her brother’s position in the criminal world. She had almost died in one of the many incidents. Emma had cut all communication with Mikey… and even with Draken.

Yuzuha still kept an eye on Toman mostly because of her own brother. Her strong personality made her fearless when it came to dangerous matters involving the gang. She was more prepared than most.

Hakkai was still involved in shady business. He had grown closer to Sanzu, and it was clear the pink-haired man had influenced him, especially when it came to his vices. Still, Yuzuha tried to guide him in the right direction. Sometimes he listened. Sometimes he didn’t.

Everything around you was a mess.

“Shit, you scared me.”

You jumped slightly when someone opened the bathroom door. You stopped washing your hands and dried them with the towel hanging nearby.

“What is it—” You stopped mid-sentence when you saw Mitsuya watching you expectantly.

“I didn’t know you were here.” You stepped slightly away from the sink as he moved closer to wash his hands. “They’re looking for you. Go to the main hall.”

“Alright.”

You nodded and left the bathroom.

The large building was already familiar to you. You walked past several random rooms where negotiations took place — money laundering among many other typical Toman activities.

The main hall felt heavy and uncomfortable.

Mikey, his hair shorter than usual and slicked back, sat alone in the center of a large burgundy sofa. One ankle resting over his knee, he looked both calm and intimidating.

Three unknown men were kneeling in front of him, blood dripping from their mouths and noses. Chifuyu was pointing a gun at one of them.

On another sofa nearby, Takemichi sat with his legs slightly apart, smoking. In the opposite corner, Smiley played with a line of white powder on the small table in front of him, using a credit card.

It was normal. Completely normal for most Toman members.

“Did you call me?” You approached the leader cautiously. He was the most likely to need you.

“______, sit.”

Mikey motioned for you to sit on his lap.

Wrapping one arm around his neck, you settled on his thighs. It was rare for him to be present. He was always busy, always away. You spent far more time with the others than with Toman’s main leader.

“Chifuyu, get rid of those useless idiots,” Manjiro ordered.

When gunshots echoed through the room, you instinctively tried to turn your head. Mikey’s hand caught your chin, forcing you to look at him.

“Look at me.”

He held you there until the mess was cleaned up. You couldn’t help noticing how tired he looked… yet still attractive. You had seen photos of all of them when they were younger. They had all changed. None of them had the same aura anymore.

“Do you have anything to do later?”

You leaned further against his chest, tightening your hold on his shoulder.

Mikey’s gaze dropped briefly to your neckline before he buttoned part of your shirt with one hand.

“Not really.”

He smiled faintly. His other hand moved slowly over your bare legs in a possessive gesture that constantly caught your attention.

“Do you want me to come by your room later?” you asked, meeting his dark eyes.

“If you want…” He leaned back, watching you calmly.

With him, your encounters had never been as long as with the others. His schedule was too demanding. You could only recall a few times he had asked you to relieve him quickly before important meetings, saying it helped him relax.

His hand slipped slightly under your dress, seeking more skin.

“Mikey, lend me ______ for a moment.” Smiley spoke, still affected by whatever he had just inhaled.

It didn’t bother you. You had grown used to being spoken about that way.

“No. She’s with me.” Mikey pulled you closer.

Nahoya complained loudly and returned to his own distractions. Takemichi laughed quietly, reminded of how Mikey used to sound — like a possessive child.

You ran your palm over his dark shirt, absentmindedly tracing his chest. He kept his eyes fixed on you, still exploring your thighs.

The door suddenly slammed open, crashing against the wall.

Kazutora and Angry entered laughing, each accompanied by a girl. They lived recklessly — especially Kazutora, who spent most nights partying and drinking. Angry had recently started following his lead.

“Heeeeey!” Kazutora shouted in greeting.

Angry began kissing one of the girls passionately beside him.

“Don’t make noise here. Get out,” Mikey ordered immediately.

Behind them, Draken appeared, cursing under his breath before punching the wall.

“Damn it…” His patience had clearly worn thin over time. “We were betrayed, Mikey.”

“How?” The blond tightened his grip on your thigh without meaning to.

“Some bastards thought we wouldn’t notice. They were stealing our merchandise.”

Now you understood his anger. Draken was the one who needed everything under control. He punched the wall again before storming toward another door. He glanced at you briefly and left.

You knew what that meant. Sometimes, when he was furious, he needed a way to release his frustration.

With a hint of reluctance, Mikey lifted you from his lap. He knew it too. He also knew that this was how his friend relieved stress, though you couldn't tell if he liked it or not. You followed Draken, passing by Kazutora and Angry, who, despite being quite engrossed in their own thing, separated from the girls and greeted you. Then you went inside where Draken was.

There, he pinned you against a table and took out his anger on you. You did nothing but let out soft moans, clinging to his broad shoulders and occasionally scratching him. Draken gradually calmed down, his breathing becoming more ragged, but he didn't stop thrusting until he was satisfied.

When Draken finished, a low, almost mournful murmur escaped his lips. You already knew what he had said — Emma’s name always surfaced when he was frustrated, angry, or drunk. You felt a pang of pity. Not for yourself, but for the girl who must have loved him and had to watch as darkness slowly consumed him.

———

“I didn’t think you would come to pick me up” you looked at Mitsuya through the reflection in the mirror in front of you.

Even so, you kept changing your clothes, taking off the towel wrapped around you to put on your underwear and then slipping on a more summery outfit over it.

“They sent me to buy some things, I took advantage of the trip” He waited at the door of your room, his hands resting high on the frame.

“It’s fine, I’m not complaining” you finished getting dressed quickly and went to the bathroom to brush your teeth first. Your hair was still damp from the shower you had taken.”But you’ll have to wait for me a bit”

“I’m patient” you smiled at what he said, that was true.

Mitsuya had been the one who contacted you for the job; he might seem like the calmest of them all but he wasn’t. You knew him too well, and what he showed wasn’t what he really was.

After finishing getting ready you grabbed your bag and passed by his side. As you stepped out of the apartment a strong slap landed on your backside, the sound echoing through the hallway.

“Not here” you hurried to walk ahead of him, the black-haired man quickened his strides to reach your side, wrapping an arm around your shoulders.

What you didn’t fully know was that at that moment Toman was in the middle of a bigger conflict with a new gang that was rising. It was no longer just about setting a place and time to fight like they used to; these conflicts were more serious now.

Manjiro was in quite a difficult situation. Former gang leaders and younger new members were beginning to act against Toman.

This new gang had spread faster than usual, and they targeted anyone involved with the Tokyo Manji Gang. That was why Mitsuya had shown up to pick you up at your apartment. The shopping excuse had been more than just that — an excuse.

You were very close to the leaders of Tokyo Manji. It was obvious they could come after you to get information, or if they discovered how deeply you were involved with them, they could threaten to put you in danger and force a deal that would not benefit Toman at all. Your presence was noticeable in the lives of the leaders of each squadron; not only did you indulge their whims, they had also included you in their personal lives.

And even if you didn’t know it at that moment, you were someone quite special to Manjiro Sano.

“What do you have to buy?” Mitsuya made you hold onto his arm and you both began to walk. The dark-haired man always alert to his surroundings.

“You’ll see”he simply cut the conversation there. When you reached a few blocks farther away he led you into a rundown alley; at the end of it two guys were waiting for him “Stay here, I need to do something”

You stopped walking and let him continue alone. Your gaze fixed on your shoes; you would rather not see the exchange they must have been making — money for drugs, or drugs for some kind of important information. It was typical.

Your back leaned against the nearest wall, not caring if you got dirty when loud gunshots echoed. Mitsuya returned to you wrapping a gun in a handkerchief, his brows relaxed and his expression somewhat tired. He wiped the pistol before tucking it into the waistband of his pants. As if nothing had happened, he took your arm again and guided you along.

“Did you shoot them?” you murmured near his neck. A pair of police officers walked past you; in that area where crime ruled it wasn’t strange to see them. They looked at Mitsuya with curiosity, both greeting him at the same time.

Right… Toman also had its connections with the police.

“They gave me false information” he replied without showing any expression.

“But… will Mikey agree with that?” it was strange, such a sudden action, to end someone like that in broad daylight. Or at least you hadn’t seen them do it until now.

“He told us to handle things our own way” as you kept walking you realized you were heading straight to the usual place where everyone would be “These days things can’t be done like before. Either you screw them over or they screw you” you preferred not to say anything; they knew what they were doing. A long time ago you had stopped doing your “secretary” duties, which had been the job they first offered you. Now you mostly handled coordinating meetings with other important people and helping Mikey with matters inside Toman.

Now that job, as we know, had changed a bit. Even if that didn’t mean you weren’t aware of what was happening — at least until this moment.

“You still know how to fight… like with punches and stuff?” Yuzuha and the others, when they were talkative, had told you about their other abilities.

“You don’t forget that” Mitsuya let out a rough laugh “Though now you need this beauty”he patted the place where he had hidden the gun.

“You could teach me how to defend myself” you spoke. Mitsuya began to think about what to tell you, wrapping his arm around your waist “In case something happens, or I don’t know.”

“Nothing is going to happen to you, we’re going to protect you” he stated, slipping his fingers under your shirt, caressing the skin of your waist. Anyone passing by would think you were just a simple couple enjoying the day.

“If you say so” you stayed quiet for the rest of the walk, neither of you saying anything.

———

“Don’t touch her” Takemichi slapped away Kazutora’s hand as it was reaching toward your hair “_________ probably doesn’t want anything to do with you after seeing you with those… girls the other day”

“Oh come on, I was drunk, I just got a little carried away” Kazutora tried once again to stroke your hair.

“Enough” Chifuyu raised his voice, warning the boy not to bother you. The black-haired man, who was sitting at your other side, made space on his lap for you to sit on “Quit your bullshit and pay attention.”

Mikey looked at them with total hatred; he was talking and none of them were paying attention.

“Damn it, you talk instead” he gave the floor to Draken and threw himself onto the sofa.

You settled against Chifuyu’s chest and rested your cheek on his shoulder. The now black-haired man wrapped one of his athletic arms around your shoulders, a cigarette resting between his fingers. While both of you paid attention to Mikey, Chifuyu took a drag every now and then.

You got along quite well with Chifuyu even though sometimes he stayed completely silent, maybe talking to himself in his head. He was one of the few who visited you when you were at your apartment.

“You already know the situation” Draken stood up and walked toward the board that held various photos of different people, maps and pictures of buildings “Others… other idiots are trying to make us lose influence in the country. Their moves have been far too strategic for them to be just common people.”

“Get to the point” Smiley asked with a wide grin. Everyone complained for him to shut up.

“This one” he pointed at a particular photo. You narrowed your eyes in that direction, trying to see more clearly what it was “Takeomi Akashi” the man, somewhat older than all of you, was in the picture with a cigarette in his mouth “He was from Shinichiro’s generation, Mikey’s brother” he should be at least thirty-six years old… what was he doing only now interfering with Toman?

“And that bitch, what about her?” Sanzu appeared in the meeting room, holding up a pill high in the air, showing off his vice especially to you.

“No, thanks” you answered his offer. The pink-haired man made a face and put the pill in his mouth. Mikey glared at him and kicked him out of the room for interrupting.

“As I was saying” Draken cleared his throat and began speaking again “Threats have been reaching the lower groups of Toman, the ones who distribute and bring us… you know what” he wanted to avoid using the word “They’ve already intercepted several plans and that’s screwing us over quite badly”

“Is he the leader or what?” Hakkai asked while looking at the other photos.

“We still don’t know for sure, they don’t leave any trace when they act” Draken started pacing back and forth “It’s either him, or Wakasa Imaushi” this time he showed a guy with braids.

“Or Akashi’s sister” Mikey interrupted.

Draken nodded at him and took from the board the photo of an albino girl. That caught your attention quite a lot; you didn’t know about the existence of a female gang leader or boss.

Draken brought the photo closer for everyone to see. Chifuyu leaned forward, making you move in the same direction since you were sitting on him. You let out a small laugh when he took the chance to bury his face in your neck and leave a loud kiss there.

“If you see her, do whatever you can” Draken placed the photo back on the board “Ideally she would at least tell us what the hell they want.”

“Count on it” Angry spoke.

At the end of the meeting everyone stood up to go do their usual tasks. You took the chance to approach Mikey to see if he needed help with anything.

“There’s nothing to do, you can use the movie room or whatever, do what you want” you nodded at what he told you; a free day for you was fine “Or you can come with me, I need to meet with Inui and Koko to deal with some matters. You could take notes, we haven’t gone out for work stuff in a long time”

Right, he always went alone since his presence or his fighting skills were needed. After all, he was still the invincible Mikey.

“Great, I’ll come with you” Mikey forced a smile to give you and both of you began getting ready to leave.

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Mikey is extremely dependent and cuddly when you're alone. He needs to touch you in some way all the time. If you're on the couch or in bed, your lap automatically becomes his personal pillow.

He loves it when you play with his hair to help him fall asleep. At the same time, he's prone to stealing your hair ties or clips to put his bangs back when he's hot or about to eat.

He has a habit of giving surprise hugs from behind, burying his face in your neck or shoulders. It's his silent way of recharging after a long day with the gang.

If you're eating together, be prepared to order extra kids' meals or desserts. Mikey will always steal a bite of your food if it looks more appealing than his, but he'll make up for it by offering you some of his (minus his dorayaki).

Your favorite dates will be late-night motorcycle rides. He loves the feeling of the world being empty, where only you, him, and the city lights exist.

He's an incredibly deep sleeper. If he falls asleep hugging you like a stuffed animal, it's almost impossible to get him off you without him complaining or squeezing you tighter.

Although he acts childishly most of the time, his mindset changes drastically if someone disrespects you. He won't tolerate anyone giving you a dirty look; his mere intimidating presence will ward off any threat.

Every member of the Tokyo Manji Gang will know exactly who you are. They will treat you with the utmost respect on his direct orders. Mitsuya will even make you a custom jacket or garment with subtle gang details so you're visually "protected" on the street.

Mikey usually keeps his emotional problems to himself to protect others, but with you it's different. On difficult days (like Shinichiro's anniversary), he'll become unusually quiet and seek complete calm by your side, holding your hand as if you were his only anchor.

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