Anonymous sent:

could you do ichiro and no.4 of the kissing prompts? thank you!

hypnomicimagines:

Yamada Ichiro: 

4. An accidental brush of lips followed by a pause and going back for another, on purpose.

You were just friends.

Ichiro repeated the phrase over and over again in his head as he met up with you that night, ignoring how brightly your smile seemed to shine in the darkness and how uplifted his spirits were when you began to cheer him up. This job he’d been given had proven to be a tough one but he was nothing if not stubborn, enlisting your help to scout out a few places the elusive target might frequent. He had been worried about putting you in danger but with a ‘I’m not in danger if you’re there, right?’ you managed to convince him to take you along with him, promising to stick closely by his side so he wouldn’t have to worry about you wandering off.

The night club is loud and Ichiro can’t say he’s interested in anything else going on around him, ignoring the half-naked women, the booze, the smoke invading his senses as his eyes scanned the crowd. You were hard at work too, talking to the men at the bar with that same blinding smile you greeted him with, jealousy temporarily bubbling up in the pit of his stomach before he realized you were just friends. There might’ve been many times he questioned the whole ‘just friends’ thing but right here and now was not the place to do it, not when he had a job to do. A tiny voice in the back of his brain told him he was procrastinating, that the job wasn’t that pressing and he was just using it as an excuse to ignore his obvious feelings, but Ichiro had become quite an expert at ignoring the voice completely.

Your investigation takes you outside to the streets, you and Ichiro heading down the back alley you were pointed to, looking for the man who seemed more slippery than an eel. Ichiro had to be careful at this point, the minute the target knew he was being hunted he’d become even harder to find, which is why the minute the man started glancing over his shoulder Ichiro pushed you off into another smaller side street.

“Ichi?” You looked up at him with wide eyes as he covered your body with his, turning away from the alley and the target as they walked by. He was pressed up against you just like you dreamed about, hand planted on the brick wall next to your face to further hide your identity in case the person decided to look over. Should you do something to help? Pretend to be a young frisky couple to further blend in with the night club scene? You couldn’t just stand here like this without kissing him could you?

Ichiro’s feeling that same pressing temptation, the voice in his head growing louder than he’d ever heard it; this was just to convince the target you were no harm, right? And certainly not following him with any ulterior motives? Kissing you was just part of the job that Ichiro took very seriously. He can see it in your eyes, the pleading for him to just do it, to close the gap, but his body is moving on it’s own accord now without any say from the man himself. You think a chorus of angels might be going off in your head as he leaned down to kiss you, or perhaps that was just music from the club nearby, but either way the moment was something that only came about because the stars had aligned just right.

When he pulled away the target was long gone and he knew he’d have to leave this out of the status report but he technically wasn’t supposed to interact with him, just tell the client a confirmed location. His job was technically done which meant he felt no guilt when he leaned down to steal another kiss, your hands sliding along his back and gripping his jacket in a desperate attempt to not fall to the ground as your knees begin to buckle.

“I got you,” Ichiro mumbled against your lips, “I got you.”