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whatdoidosatoru · 5 months

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Sweet Nothings

PART 4 of The Only Exception

part 1 - part 2 - part 3 - ao3 wc: 4938 pairing: Baji x OC (reader insert bc oc is very vaguely described) tags: smut, oral sex (f and m receiving), face-sitting, fingering, thigh-fucking, dirty talk, penetrative sex, he's so nice!!!!!

tag list: @bontensbabygirl @mrsryuguji - thank you so much for expressing interest for this fic I genuinely feel like crying when I think about it!

summary: post-exam stress turns into a fun night meeting Baji's friends :)

music:

Sweet Nothings - Neck Deep

Just The Girl - The Click Five

She’s a God - Neck Deep

Last of the Real Ones - Fall Out Boy

You and I - Anarbor

Feeling This - blink-182

Closer - Nine Inch Nails

MINORS DNI!!!! 18+

Baji

The following week went by incredibly slowly. Yuna and I had classes and work so we couldn’t see each other, but we kept messaging throughout most of our days, apart from when we were working.

Every time I felt my phone vibrating I felt giddy, like a teenager in love. The feeling was explosive, overwhelming. That girl will be the death of me. Even Chifuyu couldn’t help but notice and take the piss out of me for it.

“I don’t think I’ve seen you smile this much since you stopped beating people up for shits and giggles.”

“Piss off, Chifuyu, I’m the embodiment of sunshine. I’m always smiling.”

Chifuyu laughed, “Sure, that’s why that old lady ran away when she saw you in front of our building today. Because you’re too cheerful.”

I flipped him off, still grinning at my phone and the latest selfie from Yuna while Chifuyu was setting up a show for us to watch.

Yuna🖤💙, 21:36

if my future werent on the line id just sleep in tomorrow tbh my eyes cannot stay open anymore midterms will be the death of me fuck this shit wanna move in with me in a cottage in the middle of nowhere and own some goats off the grid well get some cats as well ill take my dog back from my parents just us and animals and sometimes mai you can invite matsuno to visit tell him to bring us books when he visits

Boyfriend Material🧛🏻, 21:40

You’ve definitely got a good plan there But please go to sleep, you need rest before your exam <3 I’ll be home by the time you’ve finished and you can come over for lunch if you’d like

Yuna🖤💙, 21:42

thats kinda making me wet ngl

Boyfriend Material🧛🏻, 21:43

Lunch is making you wet? Have I told you how weird you are?

Yuna🖤💙, 21:43

you making me food and also coming to your place is, dumbass but anyway! off to sleep i go, tell matsuno im taking him up on that challenge to beat his ass in uno when i meet him good night hot stuff <3

Boyfriend Material🧛🏻, 21:44

Go to sleep, woman! And have the best dreams, preferably of me c; And good luck!!!! For tomorrow!! I know you’ll smash it!!! <33333

“Yuna’s coming over tomorrow after her exam to wipe the floor with you in uno.”

Chifuyu threw his head back and let out a villainous laugh.

“Does she know she’s talking to a master strategist and an uno master?"

“Listen, I know you’re my best friend an-”

“Brother, but continue.”

“....and all that. But if I’m not in her corner I don’t have sex. So if I have to make team Yuna t-shirts don’t be surprised.”

To that, he launched a piece of popcorn at me.

When I got back from work I jumped into the shower, counting down the minutes until Yuna came. When I finished making noodles, she rang the bell to be let upstairs. I all but sprinted to the door to let her in, standing with the apartment door open, just in my towel, waiting to see her face.

“I hope that food I smell is for me because if I don’t have something in my mouth in a minute I’ll riot.”

She was grumpy and tired, it was obvious from the way she dragged her feet on the stairs.

“I’ve got something you can put in your mouth.”

“Baji-kun I’m gonna bite it off.”

“Ooooh ‘Baji-kun’? I didn't think you were this serious. The food is ready, there will be no need for biting off my dick, you hater.”

Yuna reached up to grab my face and kissed it before making her way inside. She’d never been inside my apartment before, but the kitchen was right next to the front door, so she didn’t have to wander before lunch. I served her the food, sitting down next to her to eat and hear about her day.

“...and I knew he was going to put that ridiculous text in the exam and I almost screamed when I saw it. Unfortunately, Hana said she didn’t even get to that part with her revision so I didn’t have anyone to check the answers with.”

She practically inhaled the noodles and vegetables, doing a little dance as she ate.

“But anyway, I’m getting the results in a week, which is shit because if I failed it’s gonna ruin the whole night out! These are amazing by the way. I haven’t eaten all day until now so sorry if I was hangry.”

She was tripping her own sentences, trying to say everything at once. All I wanted to do was grab her face and smother her in affection, but I was trying to give her space to relax and reach out when she wanted to.

When I told her about my day, we moved to my bedroom. As she was taking it all in, lingering on the vinyl collection, I towel-dried my hair and started to look for some clothes to put on, but she stopped me, dragging me toward the bed and pushing me down.

“I could hardly focus on what you were saying earlier.”

“Something on your mind, sweetheart?”

“The food was amazing, but I want to taste you.”

Oh. I see. She unwrapped the towel from around my hips with a pleading look in her eyes. I pulled her hair up and used her own hair tie from my wrist to tie it back. With a soft smile, she took my cock into her mouth, not breaking eye contact.

My eyes rolled back and I struggled to keep myself sitting up to look at her. All I wanted was to lie down and process the sensation, but the intensity in her gaze was somehow holding me in place, the only thing moving was my mouth to let out a moan.

“Fuck it’s so warm,” I managed to squeeze out as she nodded, hummed in affirmation, and licked along my slit, teasing with her soft tongue. I wanted to burn this into the insides of my eyelids - Yuna on her knees between my legs, one hand on my balls, the other on my shaft, and her beautiful mouth enveloping my cock, hollowed-out cheeks as she sucked in air around it, her head bobbing up and down slightly, and most importantly, her eyes gazing into mine like she was memorising every detail of my face that was twisting into expressions of pure pleasure.

“Your mouth is so pretty-ah-when you do this. Fuck you’re so hot like this.”

My words just kept coming. She needed to know how she made me feel and it seemed to make her hollow out her cheeks even more and suck with more intensity - I felt my orgasm coming rapidly.

“I’m so close sweets, can you take it?”

In reply her hand found mine and placed it on her ponytail so I gripped it tight, leading her into the pace I needed to finally exhale and spurt cum into her throat. She carefully removed her mouth from my cock and opened it to show me milky white cum on her tongue, promptly swallowing it and showing me her empty mouth.

I groaned and pulled her into my lap for a deep kiss, her hands flew to the back of my head to grip my hair and she was straddling my lap. My hands were holding her hips tightly squeezing her skin and I could feel the heat radiating from her pussy.

She started rubbing myself on my thigh, but only slightly. I held her tighter and moved her hips back and forth, intensifying the friction between her core and my leg. She started moaning into my mouth and keeping the pace on her own, clearly getting more and more pleasure than just with her own small movements.

“Keisuke I need you,” her moans were so cute, barely pronouncing my name through whines.

I pulled her off my lap to unbutton her jeans and take them off along with her underwear.

“How do you want me?” She moaned into my mouth as I swiped my fingers through her wet folds.

“All to myself, sweetness, but I’ll make do with your pussy on my face for now.”

I could feel her arousal leaking, soon to be smeared on my face. I lay on my back, waiting for her to position herself over me, she gripped the bed frame and hovered above me.

“I’m gonna need you to get lower, can’t reach you like this.” I grabbed her thighs to try and lower her.

“I’m scared I’ll crush you!”

How cute.

“What a way to die, feasting on your sweetness, suffocated by sweet,” I lightly slapped her thigh where it met her ass, “soft thighs of a gorgeous woman. Now sit.”

With that, I pulled her all the way onto my face and, as soon as she was met with my eager tongue, she let out a scrumptious moan. I licked a long strip from her entrance all the way to her clit and started circling the soft sensitive bud and spelling out my name on it. Every time the tip of my tongue finished an S, I could feel her thighs twitch, making me dig my fingers into her.

Her moans turned to whimpers, whimpers to cries, and with a breathy cry of my name she tightened…and let go. I drank her release slowly, gently, to not overwhelm her, and let go of her thighs. She collapsed on the bed next to me, breathing heavily.

“I’ve…fuck I’ve never done that before.” With a quick roll, I was above her, pinning her to the bed and kissing her deeply, making her taste herself on my lips.

“Stick around and this won’t be the last time.” I winked at her and helped her up to put her clothes on.

I rummaged around my wardrobe looking for a minute and pulled out a dark grey band hoodie. Yuna’s eyes widened when I handed it to her.

“I told you I’d give you a hoodie you can sniff like a weirdo.”

“Kei…The Black Parade? If I had any energy left I’d cry. Thank you."

She launched herself at me with arms wide open. I embraced her tightly and kissed the top of her head. If I’d known this would make her so happy I would’ve done it right away. She got her book bag and I went to put the plates away before we went to her flat to get her things.

I couldn’t believe my absolute luck that I got to flaunt her in front of my friends and she agreed to sleep over tonight. I was practically skipping on the way to hers. We were holding hands again and I swear I could feel her smile burning into the side of my head every time I stopped looking at her.

She packed up a pyjama top, toothbrush, some skincare stuff, and makeup while I was looking through her bookshelf, picking up some books to see what she read.

“Why doesn’t it say what they’re about on the back? Who is the Guardian and why am I supposed to care that they think this book is ‘moving and engaging by turns, with an ending to blow down walls’? Just tell me the plot dammit!”

Yuna laughed softly, “Unfortunately, it’s all too common these days. That’s why I rely on the internet.”

Placing the book back, my gaze went over a nail polish basket. Out of curiosity I picked up a few bottles to look at them more closely and was met with a light chuckle from the door.

“You want me to paint your nails, Kei?”

“I wouldn’t mind that. Do you have black?”

“Do I have….Baji Keisuke look at me and ask me that again.” She couldn’t keep a serious face on, immediately grinning at me.

“Fair point, so will you do it?”

She walked over to me, all of her stuff packed into a rucksack, and placed a kiss on my fingers.

“Of course. You’ll look even hotter with black nail polish on while you’re fingering me.”

Immediate hard-on. It wasn’t fair.

On our way back to mine, we stopped by a shop to get some snacks and drinks for tonight, I could feel Yuna growing more anxious by the minute. Having arrived at the apartment, I got to dusting and cleaning up while Yuna excused herself to my bedroom to put on some makeup - something about feeling more put together to help with her nerves. Chifuyu was on his way home from work so he should be the first one out of the group to meet her.

Twisted Firestarter, 14:26 She’s really nervous rn Please be nice to her Or I’ll burn your pillows c:

ChiFOOLyu, 14:27 I’M ALWAYS NICE I get it man don’t touch my stuff if you don’t want to be strangled in your sleep :D I’m home in 20 mins

Twisted Firestarter, 14:28 Just saying, the gang might be too much to handle so it’s be nice if she had another person apart from me to talk to

ChiFOOLyu, 14:29 👌

There was a knock on the door and a faint voice coming in, “I hope both of you are dressed because I don’t need any more jump scares today!”

With that, Chifuyu unlocked the front door and walked in, tossed his keys on the shelf in the hallway, and took his boots off before walking over to us sitting on the couch. Yuna took a deep breath and grinned at him, immediately turning to banter to mask her nervousness.

“Matsuno-kun, I heard you think you could hold a candle to my absolute domination at card games?”

Chifuyu all but threw himself onto the couch next to her, acting like they’d known each other for years.

“My deepest apologies, Yuna-sensei. All I want is a chance to play against a world-renowned master such as yourself. And you can call me Chifuyu, no need to be so formal.”

“Okay Fufu, but chumminess is not going to make me go easy on you.” She said with a wink. I liked seeing her growing more and more relaxed with Chifuyu, even though she was nervous as all hell earlier.

“Fufu? Aight…are you painting your nails, Keisuke?” He clocked one of my hands spread across Yuna’s lap, the other in the air trying not to smudge the freshly applied coat of black nail polish.

“I’m pretty sure you have eyes, Chi, Yuna is painting them, not me. And what of it?” I knew he didn’t mean anything negative by it, but it wouldn’t be us if we didn’t tease each other for no reason.

“Fuck off trying to insinuate shit. Yuna, could you paint mine as well? Might make me seem more badass since I’m not fighting anym-” A silent, but intense look in my eyes made him stop talking and smile at Yuna instead.

Yuna lifted her head to look at him when she finished painting my other hand and reached for Chifuyu after instructing me to be careful not to smudge anything.

“Wow your cuticles are so neat,” she inspected his hands before taking the nail polish and started applying, “what happened to your face anyway? That scratch looks fresh.”

They started chatting about all the cats we get at work and how some are absolute bastards to take care of, sometimes we get scratched up. Just looking at the energy between the two of them was soothing.

I no longer had to worry about there being any awkwardness in Yuna meeting my friends. I was still waiting for her answer to being my girlfriend, hopefully, tonight might make her see she is wanted and I wouldn’t hide her away.

A few hours later, after we dried our nails and joked around with Yuna, my phone rang. When I picked up, I could hear two sets of voices, one clearly not talking to me, the other trying to be loud enough for me to hear, but unfortunately loud enough that I had to move the phone away from my ear.

“MIKEY FORGOT WHICH BUTTON HE NEEDS TO PRESS CAN YOU BUZZ US IN,” I could hear Mitsuya shouting over Mikey and Draken arguing in the background.

I hung up and pressed the button next to the porta phone, waiting for them to make their way to my door. They were still arguing over who knew which button to press when they walked in and I took the pizza boxes from Mitsuya’s hands.

“Yeah well, it’s Baji’s fault for not having us over anymore.”

“It’s not like we ever needed an invitation?”

“Yeah well, Mr.Big Shot over here is too busy for his best friends because he’s going to be a very important vet someday.”

“I live here, too! You can come and visit me!” Chifuyu shouted at them from the couch where he was keeping Yuna company.

Mikey’s gaze stopped on Yuna’s face as she shyly waved and smiled at them.

“Oh hey, new best friend. I’m Mikey, you’re Yuna, right?” He flashed her an angelic smile, earning a smack to the back of his head from Draken.

“Behave, Mikey.” Draken shook his head, reaching to shake Yuna’s hand, and walking back to the kitchen with me, handing me the watermelon he brought with him.

We cut it together and moved the pizzas to the coffee table while Mikey and Mitsuya were trying to be normal around Yuna. Chifuyu seemed to be fending off Mikey’s overbearing closeness pretty well so Draken and I could bring all the drinks and cups to the gathering spot.

I sat next to Yuna, sharing the couch with Chifuyu, while Draken was spread out on the other one, Mikey sitting on the floor with Mitsuya. I had plugged my phone into the big speaker under the TV and played some music as background noise to our conversations.

Yuna seemed to be enjoying the company, often being asked about her studies and hobbies. When she wasn’t talking I could hear her humming along to the music and tapping her fingers on my leg in the rhythm of whatever was on. I passed her some pizza and fruit to eat, which she accepted with a massive smile on her face.

Mikey ended up falling asleep curled up on the floor while Chifuyu was arguing with Draken about who bought pizza the last time we had a gathering like this one.

“DID YOU JUST BLUE SHELL ME YUNA I SWEAR TO EVERYTHING HOLY-” Chifuyu was getting frustrated at nearly winning at Mario Kart - again.

Yuna just playfully chuckled and continued playing, Draken taking the opportunity to speed past him and win the race, sharing a conspiratorial smirk with Yuna.

“That’ll teach you not to knock me into the mud next time.” She replied, smacking him on the arm.

I took the controller from his hands and started a new race, ready to obliterate everyone involved.

It was late by the time the guys left, but I wasn’t tired in the slightest. Yuna’s face was blushed from everyone complimenting her and being really nice and genuine with her, as they should’ve been. She helped Chifuyu clean up the plates and glasses and I accompanied her to the bathroom to brush our teeth and for her to remove her makeup.

“I’ve been thinking…” She started.

“Oh no, what about?”

“Kei I’m serious. I’ve had a really good time tonight. Everyone seemed so genuine and friendly.”

“They can be, yeah. That’s why I’ve been friends with them for the past, uhhh, I want to say around ten years, give or take.”

“I want to be your girlfriend, Kei.”

I stood there, completely shocked, with the toothbrush forgotten in my mouth, staring at her reflection in the mirror. Her lips were stretched into a smile, toothbrush still in her mouth, and all I could think about was how I wanted this moment to last forever in its glorious bliss. I quickly spat the toothpaste out and rinsed my mouth, grabbed her hips and spun her around to face me

“You’re sure? I don’t want you to rush your decision just for my sake.”

“I wasn’t planning on rushing it, dumbass, it just feels right.”

I let my hands roam up and down her hips while she finished brushing her teeth and immediately pulled her in for a deep kiss. For the first time as a couple. I picked her up, causing her to break out into a fit of giggles and wrap her legs around my waist, and carried her into my bedroom, walking past Chifuyu, who was still sitting on the couch scrolling on his phone.

“Hey Yuna, maybe we-”

I cut him off before he could stop us, “Not now, pal, my girlfriend and I are a bit busy at the moment.”

“Girlfriend?! Congrats bro!” He returned to his phone, grinning, no doubt alerting the group chat.

As soon as I shut the bedroom door and dropped her on my bed I began undressing, Yuna giggled trying to take her t-shirt off,

“‘My girlfriend and I are a bit busy’ I love the sound of that, mister boyfriend Baji Keisuke.”

I put my hair up into a ponytail and hungrily began kissing up her legs to where her panties started.

“Shhh I’m busy kissing my girlfriend,” I murmured between the kisses, “my beautiful girlfriend,” I nipped at her panties and rolled them down to her ankles, “my gorgeous girlfriend that I’ve somehow managed to pull,” with one hand I held her hips down while the other went to her clit to softly rub it, “my perfect girlfriend who’s going to be so good for me right now and tell me how she wants to cum, hm?”

I looked up at her and, holy shit, her face was already scrunched up in pleasure, her mouth slightly open, her breaths coming out in sharp puffs. One of my fingers was sucked into her needy hole, curling upwards to press on her sensitive spot. She whined at the sensation, squirming under my hand.

“I asked you something, Yuna. How do you want to cum?”

She half-opened her eyes and with a strained voice slurred, “On your fingers, please, Kei.”

How could I not oblige when she asked so nicely?

I inserted another finger into her, attaching my lips to her clit and slowly swirling my tongue around it, drawing sinful moans out of her mouth. She grabbed my hair to bring me even closer to her and I could feel her soft walls tightening around my fingers.

Yuna let out a cry and her juices coated my fingers, I just couldn’t help but lick them clean, before squeezing her thighs and pressing kisses along them, biting to leave marks behind. Making my way up to her, she ran her hands all over my body, admiring me with glassy eyes and hair all over my pillow and her face.

I hoped she wouldn’t mind a little bit of roughness, seeing her spayed out on the bed like that, with her eyes closed, hair sticking to her forehead, made me feel like a wild animal. Like I could bite her flesh forever, leave little reminders of myself on her thighs and hips, which is exactly what I did. She mewled in pleasure whenever I started biting a new bruise into her soft skin.

“Kei it’s s’good,” she was already slurring.

I pulled away and pressed her legs together in the air in front of me, placing my painfully hard erection between her thighs.

“Hope you don’t mind waiting a little more before I fuck you.”

She whined in response as I started pumping my cock through her thighs. Her soft, plush skin felt heavenly on my wanting erection, it grazed her pussy with each thrust, and soon enough I was keeping a steady pace. Her face was flush in frustration, her hips lifting to get more friction on her puffy clit, little whines falling from her lips as she couldn’t get what she was after.

When I was close to finishing I dropped her legs, knees falling towards her chest, and leaned down to grip her lips into a deep kiss. She smelled like freshly squeezed oranges, refreshing my mind as I breathed in her scent. Yuna’s hands roamed across my back and settled in my hair, scratching my scalp, in turn making me shiver with the sensation.

I aligned my cock with her dripping core and dragged it along her soft, puffy folds to make her sigh in frustration one more time before I sunk into her warm, spongy walls.

The noise that came out when I fully sheathed my length into her was something I would be chasing for the rest of my life. A long, sinful moan of anticipated reward that was finally here after all the teasing.

“She’s sucking me in so well, so obsessed with me,” I couldn’t help but tease as her pussy clenched around my dick with every thrust.

Yuna looked up at me, glaring, and managed to bite out,

“Maybe she was feeling ignored while you were playing with my thighs instead!”

So cute while she was angry.

“Don’t be a hater, Yuna, or next time I’ll only fuck your thighs and make you beg for attention to your cunt.”

That shut her up and made her roll her eyes, her attitude was immediately cut short when I slammed my hips into hers and made her gasp louder than before. I chuckled and pressed a kiss onto her lips, licking her bottom lip, before pushing myself up and pressing her legs as far to her chest as she could handle, getting a better angle to thrust into her deeper than before.

She cried out in pleasure when I picked up the pace, my mouth couldn’t contain grunts as her warm walls drew me in and clenched around me - with my name on her lips she came and a ring of white formed around my base. Her orgasm only made me more feral, slamming into her drenched pussy with a ferocity I hadn’t used before, as her moans turned more and more desperate, borderline pornographic.

“Kei please slow-fuck-down ‘s ah too much!” She was half-slurring her words, eyes shut, mouth open in ecstasy. I slowed down for a few thrusts to oblige.

“Overwhelmed?” I asked her, to which she only nodded lightly.

With a grin I slammed into her harder, still not speeding up, but she didn’t say anything about roughness. I grabbed her legs and hugged them tightly, resting her calves on my shoulders. I lazily dragged my cock in and out of her, barely putting in any effort, waiting for her to beg me to speed up again.

I didn’t have to wait long, but this pace made me feel so needy, I wanted to pound into her like it was my last night on earth, I wanted to make her scream my name so loudly that there would be no doubt in anyone’s mind about who was making her see stars.

When she finally spoke again my cock twitched inside of her with excitement.

“Kei baby faster please,” She whined and I had half a mind to jump on the request, but the other part of me wanted to make her beg.

“You sure you can take it, sweetheart?”

“I want it, please.”

“How much?”

“Mmm-what?”

“How much do you want it?” I wanted to watch her squirm with want.

“I need it. I need you, Keisuke. I need your cock deep and fast,” her eyes were glistening, “please.”

With that I doubled my thrusts, her moans immediately rising in pitch. Her fucked-out face scrunching up while her mouth hung open, lewd moans slipping past her soft lips. I wanted to kiss them, but this position was just too good to stop. I grunted with my quick movements while her toes curled on each side of my neck. The next best thing to do was to kiss her ankles, making her chuckle mid-moan.

“Kei ‘m sooooo close don’t-fuck-don’t stop!” Yuna was gasping for air at this point and I was almost at my tipping point, desperate to spill inside of her.

I reached down to smack her ass and draw out another whine from her mouth, she was trying to say my name again, but all that came out was a long moan as her walls contracted around my dick once more, releasing another orgasm and making her spasm in front of me.

That was enough to milk my cock of everything I had in me, long ropes of cum spurted on her walls and I slowed down to ride it out with her. I slowly pulled out, some of our cum very lazily leaking out of her abused hole. With a kiss to her swollen clit, I gently pushed her up to the pillows and went to the bathroom to get her a warm towel while trying to ignore Chifuyu’s protesting about my walking out of my bedroom naked.

After cleaning her up (gently, trying to shush her overstimulated whines), I lay in bed next to her and drew her closer into my chest. She released a happy humming sound and almost immediately started snoring. I could definitely get used to this, I whispered into the back of her head,

“You’ll be the death of me, sweetheart, I feel like I’m falling in love.”

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fubukinorris · 1 year

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❧ "i'd love to see me from your point of view"

♢regular tags: fluff, established relationship, long distance relationship (shinichiro, akane), alcohol (ryusei), gn! reader, reader is nicknamed bituin (shinichiro), babe (ryusei, senju), and sunshine (chifuyu)

ft. chifuyu matsuno, ryusei sato, shinichiro sano, senju kawaragi, inui akane

a/n: this song made me cry. i really, really want someone loving me one day.. probably when i get over my fears and manage to love myself.

(It's like you got superpowers Turn my minutes into hours) -Shinichiro Sano

"And there was this announcement about the races..."

You met Shinichiro about a year ago. You found him dragging two motorcycle engines along the road and you felt inclined to help him. That help had the element of exchanging numbers, a few dates, and a weird confession that ended up with you and him in bed.

Nevertheless, even when Shinichiro had to go back to his homeland, he was always thinking about you. Sure, he had to work a few more hours at the bike shop to pay for international calls, but it was worth it every time.

"Oh! And I won a contest today! You won't believe how I did it!" Your excited voice makes Shinichiro chuckle. "Tell me all about it, bituin. I have time."

"You sure? Isn't it midnight there?" You ask him. "You should be sleeping, Shin. Don't tell me you're gonna stay up all night and work at the bike shop..."

"Well, my work involves the bike shop but I'm not going to stay up all night. Again." Shinichiro scratches the back of his neck as he said that, laughing a little. "Enough about me, bituin. Tell me about that contest."

"Ah, right! So my instructional materials..."

Shinichiro didn't mind that the late hours were fast approaching. He couldn't wait to see you again. After all, he'll be hearing your voice again in a few months. He needed to count his money for a flight to the Philippines.

(You know me better than I do Can't seem to keep nothing from you) -Sato Ryusei

Ryusei didn't mind if you drank a lot. Besides, you only drank whenever you had a problem. Which was... usually every at the end of the month.

It didn't help that it was finals month. You were already on your fourth glass of whiskey, but it was strange to Ryusei. He had been with you long enough to know that you were a loud type of drunk, yet here now, you were as quiet as a mouse.

Something was up.

"Babe." Ryusei lightly taps on your shoulder. "You've been quiet all night. Did something happen?"

You were still quiet, but you only nod. Ryusei didn't really need to ask, so he just holds his arms out. "Come on, I hate seeing you like this."

A sniffle was heard from you, and you wipe your eyes before you bury yourself into his arms. "What made you think something was wrong, Ryu?"

"You're an annoying baby when you're drunk, babe." Ryusei teases with a small chuckle. You look up at him, pouting. "Can't really hide anything from you can't I?" You ask before burying yourself back into your boyfriend's chest.

Ryusei gently strokes your hair. "Mhm. Nothing really, no."

(I'm getting used to receiving Still getting good at not leaving) -Kawaragi Senju

Senju always spoils you. A lot. Even a simple window-shopping date would end up with you carrying at least one bag of something that you liked.

Senju just... liked buying you stuff. You weren't financially struggling, just really, really silent with what you want and you always decline if anyone would offer you to buy something. Even when someone wanted to treat you for food, you would say no.

"Babe." Senju finally puts her hands on your shoulders. "You can't say no to this one."

"But, baby-" You try to start but your girlfriend shakes her head. "No. You can't decline this one. This is something you've been wanting try and eat for months!"

You had a perplexed look on your face. "Listen, baby. I really appreciate the things you do, but I don't deserve them." You hold her hands as you say that, looking down. "I really... really don't."

There was something laced in your tone of voice. Senju knew that tone all too well. She cups your face now, making you look at her. "Babe. You deserve everything. You... you really do." Senju smiles a little. "If anything, it's me who doesn't deserve you."

You widen your eyes at that, trying to stop the tears from falling. "Don't cry." Senju wipes your tears away with her thumbs. "Listen, you're valid and you deserve so much. Now come on, lets go and try that dessert you've been eyeing."

(You love my lips 'cause they say the Things we've always been afraid of) -Inui Akane

You and Akane met through a mutual friend. The friend hangouts would turn into friendly dates and those friendly dates would lead to romantic dates.

This was your first relationship with someone. And someone like Akane was... a one of a kind.

It was like the red strings of fate pulled you both together, and ever since then the both of you have been inseparable. All those pictures, dates, hugs, and kisses is what made your relationship with Akane much more meaningful.

"Look, it's snowing." Akane giggles when a snowflake lands on your nose. "I guess winter's coming early."

"Funny, winter reminded me of our first date." You say with a laugh. "I was... a nervous wreck, now that I remember it."

"Tell me about it. You spilled juice all over yourself." Akane had a teasing grin and you only blush at the memory. "I didn't spill! The cup just moved on its own!" You retaliate in defense, making Akane laugh. "Hey, Akane-chan! Stop laughing!"

Akane couldn't stop her fit of laughter and you cup her face with your mittens, making her stare at your red face. Akane's face mimicked yours, obviously surprised. "Uh--Wow, you're on a trip to memory lane, are you?"

You only smile. "Yeah... I remember cupping your face like this..."

"And I put my arms around your neck..." Akane does the action, now smiling.

You both stare at each other before closing the gap. The first kiss is always the most memorable, and while others say that finding that spark was impossible, you and Akane definitely kept the spark going.

(I wanna love me The way that you love me) -Matsuno Chifuyu

Chifuyu was always the aggressive golden retriever in the relationship, and even he seemed to notice too. He was clingy, affectionate, a gentleman; you name it.

But what really came down to it was how passionate he was. You didn't mind that he read shoujo manga. You were an avid reader yourself, and that meant the conversations would be way longer than anyone else that you knew.

"Sunshine!" It was the usual routine once more, with the blond hugging you from behind and you giggling at the affectionate action. It had been... what, only six months? Yeah, six months since the both of you started dating. "Hey, Fuyu." You lean up and kiss him on the cheek. "Ready to go?"

Chifuyu lets go of the hug, still smiling. "Why wouldn't I be ready for this? It's our six month anniversary!" He held your hand as the both of you walked in the crowded streets of Shinjuku. There was a Nana themed coffee shop and Chifuyu wanted to take you.

You were curious now, so you finally plucked up the courage. "Hey, Fuyu?"

"Hmm?"

"How come you're always happy around me?"

Chifuyu looked at you, stunned. "Why wouldn't I be happy around the love of my life?"

"Well..." You cleared your throat. "I dunno. I just have that nagging feeling."

Chifuyu had a blank expression on his face before leaning to kiss your nose. Your face turns bright red at the action, and the blond only smiles sweetly. "I love you too much. Seeing you everyday was a blessing already. And dating you? That was probably the best miracle I could ever ask."

#norrisworks #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x you #tokyo revengers fluff #chifuyu matsuno #ryusei sato #shinichiro sano #senju kawaragi #inui akane #ryusei sato x reader #chifuyu matsuno x reader #shinichiro sano x reader #senju kawaragi x reader #inui akane x reader

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You're picking up the salvageable pieces to the ghosts that will forever haunt you

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Kazutora glared with squinted eyes at [Name] standing on the other side of the counter. He'd been left to his own devices with the shop, since Chifuyu had asked him to close up for him because he was leaving earlier than he normally would. At first, he'd guessed he had a date with [Name] or something similar, but seeing her here as per usual threw him off. "You know Chifuyu left early today, right?" he queried with a tinge of confusion lacing his tone. Under his breath, he grumbled, "He's your boyfriend, he should tell you about it."

[Name] allowed a faint chuckle to tumble down her lips, "No, I know, that's not why I'm here."

Kazutora blinked blankly at her. "You're not here for me, are you?" He couldn't figure out how to express the sheer apprehension coursing through his body. Although he now felt comfortable around her and considered her a friend, this was too much.

"I am." He saw her fingers visibly tightening around the strap of her bag. She didn't turn away from him, keeping her piercing eyes glued to his hesitation.

He was fine with her, really; he didn't mind those intense looks that analyzed every piece of his appearance—she didn't do it often anymore, but sometimes she slipped—and he easily conversed with her without trouble. But this was just plain odd. He couldn't read her mind or attempt to figure out what she was thinking, showing up unannounced for him and not for Chifuyu for the first time ever. There was one thing he did know, though, and that was that [Name] would pick apart every detail of him if they so much as held a conversation past five minutes. He didn't want her breaking into him the same way she had broken into Chifuyu so easily—too easily. She could see things others couldn't and that was terrifying to know because she would tell him something about his mannerisms that would remind him who he was.

When the silence began pressing down on both of their shoulders, [Name] offered him a gentle smile. It did little to ease his contemplative frown. "Can I treat you to dinner, Kazutora-kun?"

Chifuyu's voice swam through his ears. It's what friends do, Kazutora-kun. Although that had come from a man who was in love with said friend. Unlike him, however, Kazutora had no issue interpreting his own feelings. He knew it was okay for him to be friends with [Name]; a kindred spirit, almost. Of course, she hadn't killed two people on two separate occasions—not that he knew of, at least—but she still followed Chifuyu like an abandoned puppy the same way he did. If there was someone similar to him in this world, despite the wild differences in their circumstances, it was [Surname] [Name], whether he liked it or not.

They sat across from each other in a booth, both unsure what was happening; Kazutora completely clueless while [Name] ruminated over her choices. It had been difficult to manage the right words to speak with Chifuyu, and it wasn't getting any easier with Kazutora. She watched him prod at his food with his chopsticks, clearly uncomfortable, while she nearly drowned herself in her beer. They did know that neither of them were hungry.

By the time [Name] had downed her second can of beer, Kazutora sighed. He set the chopsticks down to stare at her. "What's this dinner about?" She seemed to freeze in place, slowly lowering her drink to meet his eyes. "You're not even tryna draw me."

Her brows jumped. "Do you want me to? I do have my sketchbook." A smile found its way to her lips as she spared a glance to her bag.

"Why am I not surprised?" he rolled his eyes, but the chuckle that escaped him helped him ease into the atmosphere. No, he didn't want her to draw him—no, he didn't want her to start looking at him like he was art study material again. If Chifuyu could say he liked it when [Name] looked at him like a deity, then Kazutora could allow himself to accept her looking at him like he was human. He felt human, because at times everyone else saw his mistakes before they saw him. He was a monster still salvaging the pieces of his humanity after all these years.

[Name] stared down at her food. It was already cold. "I was… I talked with Chifuyu and… he told me about Baji-kun."

Oh, never fucking mind. He couldn't believe his ears. Without so much as a single word, Kazutora sprang up from his seat, accidentally knocking into the table. The cutlery trembled and rang in their ears. He didn't want to have this interaction, especially not with [Name]. He couldn't.

She remained in her seat and shot her arm out to catch him before he fled. "Hang on, Kazutora-kun." With her fingers looped around his wrist, she tugged gently on his arm. "I'm not here to force information out of you. It's your story to tell, really. But if Chifuyu cried so much telling his bit, I figured you could use some of that, too." He refused to turn towards her, but he took a hesitant step back towards the table. The voices in his head debated whether any of this was a good idea. "You can talk it out with an unbiased outsider."

But he didn't want to. If he told her what he'd done, if he tainted this unbiased outsider with knowledge, then he'd just have more weight on his past. "I killed Baji. S'that what you wanted to hear?" His sentence leapt out of his tongue with venom. His eyes sharpened in a defensive glare as he sliced her up.

She blinked at him with a wide stare, one brimming with so much shock and surprise, she surely would never look at him like a person again. Her grip on him loosened briefly, but it was enough for him to tear himself away. "…It's not, not really." She flickered her attention to his empty seat and then back to him. "Again, I'm not here to judge you. You don't even have to say more than that if you don't want to. I'm not trying to impose; I just feel like I owe you this much." Owe? She owed him? "I'm happy with Chifuyu 'cause you pushed us. I think you deserve some of that, too, Kazutora-kun."

His brain had a hard time catching up to her words. He swayed back and forth on his feet, trying to reach a conclusion on what his next course of action should be. [Name] brought her beer up to her mouth again and took a fruitless sip. With her attention away from him, Kazutora could think clearly and reached a decision. His hands were almost quivering when he returned to his seat across from her. A heavy silence settled between them. He didn't feel the present weight of her analyzing eyes on him, but when he glanced up, she was looking at him—she was looking at him with eyes that told him he was still human.

His food had gone completely cold by now and so had hers. Kazutora took a bite out of his plate regardless, and then another, and then another, and then another until he could find the courage to sort out his thoughts. [Name] mimicked him, following his hungry movements in complete, respectful silence. She wasn't here to force him, after all.

Surprisingly, after he'd wolfed down his whole meal, Kazutora sipped from his beer and cleared his throat. He looked [Name] in the eye as he started, "Baji was… he was my best friend. He was someone I trusted most out of anyone." It was a long story. Chifuyu had told her it was a long story. Gritted teeth, clenching fists, a few tears shed here and there. By the time he'd finished talking and she'd finished listening, they were a little bit closer and he was a little bit more human.

#Raison d'Être #Tokyo Revengers #Tokrev #Tokrev x Reader #Matsuno Chifuyu #Matsuno Chifuyu x Reader #Chifuyu x Reader #Tokyo Revengers x Reader

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#title:#boyfriend material #author:#neoprimo #ao3 #ao3 funny #tokyo revengers #hanagaki takemichi #matsuno chifuyu #baji keisuke

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izubabes · 2 years

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Hey I just came across your blogs and I absolutely fell in love with your ‘meeting their future kids’ with Tenjiku was absolutely brilliant. Could you maybe do something along the same lines with Toman? I was scrolling and saw you were recovering so I’m wishing you the best and don’t worry if you can’t write it I’m still happy I found your blog!!!!

𝐌𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐅𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐊𝐢𝐝𝐬 [𝐓𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐄𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧]

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬: 𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐲𝐮, 𝐌𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐲, 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐧, 𝐌𝐢𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐲𝐚, 𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢, 𝐁𝐚𝐣𝐢

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐲, 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟

𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝: 𝐈𝐭’𝐬 𝐓𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧’𝐬 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐚 𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐟𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞!

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞! 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐓𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐢𝐤𝐮’𝐬 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞. 𝐈 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐨𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐲𝐮’𝐬… 𝐨𝐨𝐩𝐬!

✰𝐓𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐢𝐤𝐮 𝐄𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

✰𝐓𝐨𝐤𝐲𝐨 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

ᴄʜɪꜰᴜʏᴜ

"Hey! Hey! I think we found them, let's follow them."

It's the evening of Shibuya's annual fireworks festival, the fated night everyone had been anticipating for months. Chifuyu had gathered the courage to ask you to come along with his group of friends. He never clarified that it was date, leaving him vulnerable to the banter and teasing of his fellow Toman members. Takemichi and the others mysteriously disappeared after wandering through the crowd. It was all too obvious that your friends were trying hard to get you both alone together.

Chifuyu reassured himself that this was not a date. Yet here you both are, splitting some ice cream and sitting in a secluded area on the festival grounds away from the noise and sweaty bodies enjoying each other's presence while chatting about where the rest of the group had run off to.

“I’m glad you came to the festival with me,” Chifuyu admitted, noting the way your cheeks harbored a rosy tint at his words. His wandering eyes scanned the festivalgoers in search of his friends but to no avail. “We got ditched, huh? Who needs them anyways?”

Chifuyu pulled out all the stops for tonight, he's been draining his wallet left and right to buy whatever your heart desires despite how much you keep complaining that you can pay for yourself. He knows it's not a waste if it's making you happy to be with him but honestly you value his close company more than his material worth.

“We’ve been looking forward to it for a while now, I wouldn’t miss it for the world!” You said, reaching out and stealing the last bite of ice cream in the shared cup. “We'll catch up with the others later. I wanted to spend time with you. It’s fun to match yukatas with my best friend! We almost look a real couple.”

Chifuyu wants to be real couple. He wants to be your boyfriend. But he's a coward. He's afraid of rejection. He's afraid of losing you.

“You have some chocolate on your cheek,” Chifuyu pointed out, stifling back a fit of giggles as he watched you panic about ruining your makeup.

“Where?” You asked, slightly sticky fingers swiping at your face but completely missing the spot he had motioned towards.

“Right here,” He said, lightly wiping the away the mess with his sleeve despite your protests that he would stain the fabric. He rummaged through the tote bag he had been carrying throughout the evening, carefully pulling out his most luxurious gift of the night. “That reminds me, I bought you this hairpin. Do you like it?”

Before he can even think, a tiny peck is placed on his cheek, a small token of your gratitude for his never-ending kindness. Chifuyu nearly fainted at the loving gesture, attempting to calm down his uneven breathing as he listened to you speak. “I love it. You spoil me too much, Matsuno. Help me put it on, yeah?”

Chifuyu admired the way the gift blended in with the pattern of your yukata. It twinkled under the fluorescent lights of the neighboring food stalls, practically projecting an angelic aura around you. The hairpin was cute, sure, but you were absolutely gorgeous under the moonlight's ethereal glow. He would do anything to capture this scene on film and be able to gaze at your beauty whenever he wanted to.

“How does it look?” You asked, opening up your cellphone’s to snap a quick selfie. Scooting closer, you pressed your body against his, sitting shoulder to shoulder. Oh fuck, he swore he could get a whiff of the peach scented perfume lingering on your supple skin that drove him absolutely insane. “Get in the picture, fuyu. I’m sending it to your mom.”

“You’re beautiful,” He blurted out, backtracking on his words as soon as he caught sight of your surprised expression. “I mean cute! You’re so cute— holy fuck, just forget I said anything…”

“Calm down, fuyu.” You chuckled, reaching out and holding his nervous hand. He noticed the way your eyes were focused on his quivering lips before they flickered up to meet his own as if to confirm that you wanted him to get even closer. You needed him to close the gap in between your bodies. “You’re the first guy to ever call me beautiful. It makes me feel special.”

“You are special… to me.” Chifuyu leaned in, noting the way your eyes fluttered closed in anticipation. He lightly pressed his soft lips against yours, left completely breathless at the fact he finally made a move. You tasted so sweet, just like the chocolate ice cream you had both shared earlier, and a mix of the iconic cherry chapstick you always wear.

“EW, MOMMY AND DADDY ARE SMOOCHING!”

A horrified scream could be heard from behind, causing the both of you to pull away. You hid your face in your hands, humiliated at the fact you had just been caught in such an intimate moment. Chifuyu's fiery temper flared up at the audacity someone had to intrude on his private life.

Panicked shushes and muffled voices could be heard from the bushes, its branches rattling around as the nosy culprits shuffled around to mask their exposed presence. “Yuki, be quiet!” Without missing a beat, a young boy’s voice could be heard gagging in response, his tiny hand pointing out from the bush in your direction. “But Fuyumi, it’s gross. You promised there would be no smooching!”

“Hey, you brats! Do you think it’s funny to spy on people? I’ll fuckin’ kill you two.” Chifuyu appeared from behind, snagging the two spies by the collar of their yukatas as they let out another hellish scream. He was beyond pissed at the fact they had just ruined his perfect moment, his first kiss, his first date-that’s-not-a-date. Pure horror was written across each of the children’s features as they wiggled under Chifuyu’s vicious grip. “We’re sorry, Daddy! Please don’t hurt us.”

He sent the kids a curious look, bringing them closer to his face as he put on an intimidating expression. “Who the hell are you calling Daddy?”

You ran up to the group, gripping your best friend’s arm in an effort to settle his raging temper. He could never go against you, a fact that you used to your advantage. “Chifuyu, they’re just kids. Drop the delinquent act, please.”

Just as you requested, he dropped the kids onto the ground. The older girl stuck her tongue out at him in annoyance as she gathered her scattered belongings. The terrified little boy nearly knocked you over with the way he jumped into your arms, hiding in face in the fabric of your yukata. “Mommy’s here to save us!”

Your eyes widened in disbelief as a dry laugh escaped your chest, covering up the fact you were about to have a mini heart attack. “Huh?!”

“I should explain things,” The older girl said, dusting off her kimono as she stood up to face the both of you. She was beautiful and so alluring, possessing the most precious pair of emerald irises just like Chifuyu. Her features were reflected more of your traits but she was a perfect blend of both of her parents. “I’m Fuyumi and this is Yukine, we’re your children.”

This was too much to handle at once, Chifuyu had just kissed you, there’s a random pair of nosy kids who claim to be yours, it’s extremely hot outside and the headache looming over you was beginning to consume your ability to think straight. You set the child down before the rest of your body gave out on keeping you up. “Chifuyu, I’m… feeling dizzy.”

“Wake up, Y/N!” Chifuyu pleaded, lightly shaking your limp form only to receive incoherent blabbering in response. He brought a hand up to your neck, checking for a pulse despite not knowing how to properly check for one. “Oh my god, you two killed her.”

Fuyumi shook her head in disbelief, handing her father a decorative fan in order to blow some fresh air at your face. “Oopsie, I think she passed out, use this to cool her down.”

Yukine chimed in, giggling at the way Chifuyu frantically muttered out apologies and panicked over the fact you were still out cold. “Daddy, you’re such a loser. Why does Mommy even like you?”

“I am not your Daddy, you little brat.”

“We're Fuyumi and Yukine Matsuno. We came from the future to spy on you guys.” His daughter repeated, unlocking her phone and showing today’s date but in a distant number of years from now. Yukine tugged on Chifuyu's sleeve, curious eyes peering up at him in delight. “Are you and Mommy on a date?”

The innocent question sent his mind into overdrive, unsure how to answer without admitting his true feelings to a couple of strange kids. “It’s not a date! We’re just friends.”

Fuyumi smirked, crossing her arms as she glanced between her father and her mother, observing their attire and remembering their intimate moment from a while ago. “I don’t think people are just friends kiss each other on the lips. Or wear matching yukatas!”

“It’s complicated,” Chifuyu groaned. The embarrassment rising in his chest was only amplified by the fact Fuyumi's words from earlier were beginning to settle in. He kept blowing fresh air onto your face with the paper fan "I must be going insane. This is all some twisted ass dream."

"Take a look," Fuyumi handed Chifuyu a polaroid picture, also dated several years into the future. He’s cradling a baby, presumably one of his children, you’re asleep on a hospital bed, and there’s a toddler poking at the newborn’s cheek. “This is a picture of Yukine on the day he was born, you’re the one holding him. I’m sitting next to you.”

The unimaginable sight of the image almost brings tears to his eyes, he bites back the urge to jump for joy. “I’m married to Y/N…” Chifuyu grinned, glancing down at your unconscious form. He glided his hand across your cheek, admiring the way you nuzzled into his gentle touch. “I’m the luckiest guy ever.”

Fuyumi snickered at the way her father was completely lovestruck at the thought of his future. He was definitely in love; it was written all over his dopey face. “Mommy said it was obvious you had a crush on her. You always used the corny pick-up lines from your romance mangas.”

Chifuyu huffed at the constant snarky comments being directed at him by the child. “I’m going to ground you two, eventually…”

Yukine gripped his older sister's hand, pulling her away from the pair as they began to run off into the festival's growing crowd. “We’ll be waiting, bye-bye Daddy! Mommy is about to wake up, take her to see the fireworks, okay?”

Chifuyu called out to the pair, a weak hand extended to no avail as the children ran past his reach. He needed to know more about his future, specifically when he would be bold enough to call you his wife. “Don’t go! When are Y/N and I going to get together?! I need to know!”

Fuyumi sent him a devious wink, holding up a finger to her lips symbolizing her intent to keep it a secret. Yukine mimicked his sister's actions, waving goodbye as they blended in with the festivalgoers.

At the same time, you stirred awake in his arms, peering up at his relieved face as he let out a shaky breath. He had never been more overjoyed to see your beautiful shimmering eyes glancing around at your surroundings. “Fuyu… my head hurts. Did we miss the fireworks?”

He sat you up with a swift motion, careful not to make any sudden moves in case you had sustained a concussion. “Oh good, you’re awake! How are you feeling? I think the heat made you pass out.”

“Wait,” You placed a hand on your aching head, attempting to piece together the events leading up to before you had passed out. Chifuyu “I had the strangest dream… there was a pair of kids that said we were their parents.”

He froze, heart racing in chest as he spoke once again. “Do you remember anything before that?”

“I had chocolate on my face. You gave me this hairpin and that’s all. Everything is fuzzy after that.” Chifuyu wanted you to remember his confession, he wanted you to remember how both reciprocated each other's feelings. “But, but we kiss— never mind, forget it.”

BOOM!

You stood up, walking towards the source of the colorful explosion as you ignored the lingering aftereffects of your migraine. “The fireworks are starting! Let’s go find a spot.” Chifuyu tugged on your wrist before you could walk any further, keeping you in place. “Hold on, I don’t think it’s a good idea. I should get you home, yeah?”

You avoided staring into his eyes, insecurity nipping at your nerves as you remembered the chaos leading up to now. He must have been annoyed with the fact you had consumed his time to enjoy the festival's entertainment. “Are you tired of me, Chifuyu? I’m sorry I fainted on you earlier. You had to take care of me, that wasn’t fair.”

He quickly denied the accusation, slightly shocked by the fact you would ever think he could be sick of your presence. “N-No, that’s not what I meant. Are you sure you’re feeling okay?” You bit your lip, reaching out lace your fingers with his own and tugging him towards the audience area. “I’m perfectly fine. I want to watch the fireworks with you and only you. Please?”

BOOM!

The first glittering scene of flashing lights caught your attention, signaling the commencement of the long-awaited fireworks show. Chifuyu could hardly keep up with your frantic pace, knocking him into other festivalgoers who merely sent him dirty looks in response. He was surprised you had managed to find a decent spot in the dense crowd with enough space for the both of you to sit comfortably and a perfect view of the colorful pyrotechnics.

"Wow, they're so bright!"

The brief pause in between each display gave him the perfect opportunity to confess to you properly. Chifuyu adored the way your face lit up at the sight of the flittering sparks, much like a child whose experienced joy for the first time. It was now or never, the clock's ticking, time to put his feelings on full display and await your final answer.

“I like you, Y/N. Will you please be my girlfriend—"

BOOM! BOOM!

You turned to face him, unsure if you had misheard his request or whether it was a trick of the mind. Honestly, you sincerely wished you had heard him correctly after patiently waiting to hear those sweet words all night. "What? Did you say something?"

"No," He replied, blinking back a set of fresh tears that threatened to fall from his anguished irises. He remained silent for the entirety of the show, not even uttering a word when you pointed to a specific firework that had caught your attention.

Once the crowd had shrunk into a few people lingering around, “Chifuyu, close your eyes for a second.”

His broken heart clouded his rationality as he snapped at you with a sharp tone. "For what? Are you going to ditch me like the others?"

You huffed at his attitude, forcefully shutting his pouty orbs with both of your index fingers. "Just do it, fuyu!"

He could feel your breath ghost over the shell of his ear, sending shockwaves of anxiety down his spine. Your voice was incredibly quiet as you whispered your late response into his head. “I like you too… I wanna be yours."

Chifuyu's mouth gaped open at your statement, backing up a couple spaces as he stared down your approaching figure. "You heard me earlier?!"

"I did," You mused, lightly pecking his lips for further confirmation as he melted under your heavenly touch. Chifuyu gently gripped your shoulders as he went back in for another kiss while burning the memory into his mind. Your lovestruck eyes fluttered open, scanning his face in pure adoration. "Hm, this feels familiar. Did we kiss before I passed out?"

His overwhelming blush expanded from his cheeks to the tips of his ears with hot steam practically flooding out of head. "I-I have no idea what you're talking about..."

“Mommy and Daddy are so cute together,” Fuyumi sighed, admiring the way Chifuyu wrapped an arm around your shoulder as you nuzzled your head against his neck. She had always heard the story about her parents becoming official after a certain festival date during their youth. It was incredible to be able to experience it firsthand, even if she and her brother had crashed their picture-perfect moment earlier.

Yukine yawned, preparing to time leap back to their own timeline with his stash of goodies. “Let’s go home, sissy. I can’t wait to show them the pictures we took!”

ᴍɪᴋᴇʏ

“Hey kid, how much do you want for the taiyaki?”

The fed-up boy sighed, turning his back to face the persistent stalker who had been harassing for the past fifteen minutes. His bag of pastries rattled in his arms as he snapped at him with a frustrated scream. “For the last time, it’s mine. I paid for it!” Mikey huffed, dragging his feet across the pavement as he followed the kid around the park in an effort to get him to cave in. “It’s not for me, it’s for my girlfriend! I’m supposed to meet her right now.”

His target let out a dry laugh, beginning to munch down on the coveted snack as Mikey watched in horror. If he hadn't promised to meet you at this park, he would have jumped the boy on the spot and been on his way. A pair of familiar arms looped around his waist from behind as your melodic voice rang in his ears. “Knew I’d find you here, Mikey. What are you doing?”

“Y/N!” Mikey whined, puffing his cheeks and tugging on your sleeve as he shot you a pitiful glance. His free hand pointed an accusatory finger at the child, still eating the bag of fresh fish-shaped pastry. He merely shrugged his shoulders at you while returned the gesture with an apologetic look. “This brat bought the last of the taiyaki I was going to eat!”

Mikey could be one the most childish people you had ever met with his constant bratty attitude and frustrating behavior. You flicked your boyfriend on his forehead, ignoring how he grumbled at your actions. The eavesdropping boy snickered, sticking his tongue out at your boyfriend as he sent him a death glare. “Mikey, he’s just a kid. We can split a parfait on our date.”

"But Y/N, I'm hungry now!"

A victorious scream was uttered by the boy, quickly turning into surprise as he took a closer look at the both of you. “Aha! I knew it was for you— Wait… you’re my parents!”

Mikey lost his balance, falling onto the ground in a fit of hysterics as you stared at the strange boy in disbelief. “That’s hilarious, kid! Never heard that one before.” You ignored the stupidity arising from your boyfriend's actions, approaching the mysterious boy and finding a distinct resemblance between them. “He does kinda look like you…”

“I’m Yuta Sano.” He said, properly introducing himself to the both of you. Yuta studied your face closely before glancing at Mikey and clicking his tongue in distaste. “Mom’s way out of your league, Dad. How did you manage to get her to fall for you?”

“She was head over heels for me,” Mikey said smugly, wrapping arm around your waist as he pulled you into his grasp. He snuggled into your body, inhaling the scent of your strawberry pound cake perfume. “How could I resist turning down a pretty girl like her?”

“Don’t lie to him, Manjiro.” You snapped, pushing off his clingy form as he fought to stay close to you. His jealous side was slowly making its appearance, a sight that was often rare to see. “Yuta, do you want the truth?”

You began to relay the story behind your budding relationship with Manjiro Sano. “Draken and Emma were the ones who set us up on a date which Mikey ended up ruining by falling asleep right after we ate at the cafe. I had to carry him home and he drooled all over my shoulder. He also forgot his wallet and had ordered half of the menu which I ended up having to pay for!”

“Babe, you said you keep that a secret!” Mikey shouted as he crumbled under the fiery flames of betrayal. He grabbed the boy by the collar of shirt, bringing him closer as his piercing onyx eyes sent chils down his spine. “Yuta, I do not drool in my sleep. Your mother is a dirty little liar.”

“That’s what you’re worried about!?” Yuta scoffed at his outburst while lurching away from Mikey's act of intimidation. “Runs in the family, I guess. Suzu does the same thing after she eats. She’s practically Dad’s twin.”

“Suzu?” You questioned, hoping he wasn't referring to another incoming child. Yuta motioned for the two of you glance at the image on his cellphone, pointing out the sweet little girl in the family picture perched on Mikey’s lap. She reflected all of his features, from the unruly blonde hair to his captivating charcoal irises. “Suzu is my younger sister. She’s your daughter.”

Mikey's heart skipped a beat at the sound of your flustered squeals as you hid your blushing cheeks under your hands. “Oh my god, this is really happening… this is real life. These are my— our kids?”

He could hardly hold back another round of laughter as he uncovered your face, lightly pecking your nose as he spoke. “What are you embarrassed for, Y/N? I’m happy to know that you’re the person I’m gonna marry.” Mikey cooed as he embraced you in his arms “I wanted us to stay together. Glad to know we did. We have some cute kids, huh?”

“Mikey…” You whispered, hiding your reddening face in his chest as he gently patted your head. “How are you so calm about this?”

“My heart belongs to you,” He stated, a sincere smile lighting up his normally stoic face. “I know I’m in good hands.”

“I’m going to be sick,” Yuta muttered, turning away from the lovey dovey scene unfolding before his eyes. He may be a teenager but he sure acted “You’re always super sappy with Mom.”

A mischievous smile crept up Mikey’s face as he turned the situation into his favor. “Hand over the taiyaki or I kiss your mother, kid.” The iron grip your boyfriend had on your wrist kept you in place as you tried to pull away. He was determined to get the snack at any cost or sacrifice necessary. “Manjiro, what the fuck!”

“You wouldn’t…” Yuta challenged, narrowing his eyes at his father as he brought the pastry closer to his mouth threatening to take a bite. It was the last one he had left in the bag; its fate was unknown as the two males stared each other down in suspense.

“Choice’s yours,” Mikey pulled you in close, cupping your cheeks and leaning in towards your face with pursed lips. He sent the boy a victorious smirk, centimeters away from connecting your mouths. “Pucker up, Y/N!” You shook your head response, avoiding his spontaneous kisses as he giggled at your embarrassment. He was absolutely shameless with showing affection in public I matter who was watching. “No! No! Mikey, what are you doing—!"

"Okay, okay. You win!" Yuta declared, handing over the pastry to an overly satisfied Mikey. He tugged you away from his father’s hold, hiding you behind his shorter frame with his arms extended out in a defensive position. "Stop it already, Mom's super uncomfortable."

Mikey only smirked, taking a huge bite of taiyaki. “It’s okay, she loves me. Right, Y/N?” An exhausted sigh was enough of a response in affirmation as hand went to rest on your aching forehead. “You’re such a handful, Manjiro.”

“Baby, call me Mikey. You only call me that when you’re pissed.”

You rolled your eyes at him, practically screaming his ear off as you went in on him. “I am pissed! Talk about damn near sexual harassment." He tugged at your sleeve with a pouty look across his face, Mikey's signature puppy dog eyes were on full display. "Do you still love me?"

"I'm starting to have second thoughts," You muttered as you gave your boyfriend the cold shoulder. Yuta's face was full of hurt, he was broken by the fact he had his last pastry stolen by his stubborn father. “Hey Yuta, do you have any embarrassing stories about this idiot? I’ll buy you food as an apology for everything.”

His eyes filled up with excitement, graciously accepting your generous offer. “Hell yeah, can we go on my motorcycle?” Mikey perked up at the conversation involving his beloved vehicle of choice. “You have a bike? I want to ride it! Let me see!”

Yuta shook his head before reaching and taking your hand in his and urging you to follow him. “As if, Dad. Only Mom is allowed to be my passenger. You have your own bike, don’t you?”

Mikey frowned in disapproval, fuming as he sent his child the dirtiest look imaginable. His dark impulses threatened to appear if he didn't play his cards right. “She’s supposed to be on a date with me. You can’t just steal her from me. I’ll fuckin’ ground you for life.”

“Don’t listen to him, Yuta. What do you want to eat?”

Yuta accepted your hand, sticking close to your side as he tugged you away from a preoccupied Mikey. “This is why I prefer Mom over you!”

“She’s mine!” Mikey shouted, chasing after your distant figures “Get back here you two!”

If this is what the future holds for him, Mikey certainly can’t wait for the day he can experience it firsthand.

ᴅʀᴀᴋᴇɴ

“Inupi, can you take a look at this motorcycle when you get the chance?”

Summer is always hell at D&D Motors since it's the specific time of the year when business picks up exponentially. Draken and Inui get swamped with customers who have very specific needs. Some need maintenance, others need routine oil changes, others need intense repairs on their expensive motorcycles. Some are bold enough to come in and act clueless so they can get a chance to flirt with the shop’s owners while chasing after a steep discount. It never works.

“Might take a while, I’m still fixing up the one for pickup today.” Inui replied, adjusting the loose seat on the bike as it kept falling out of place. He groaned at the way the whole thing came apart and landed at his feet practically taunting him no matter how many times he tried to screw the godforsaken thing in place.

“Damn it,” Draken complained, pacing around the workshop before stopping in his tracks. A younger teenage boy was inspecting one of the neighboring motorcycles, practically acting as if he owned the bike, carefully checking all the delicate parts of the engine as Draken approached. “Can I help you, kid? You're not allowed to be back here.”

“Spark plugs need to be replaced and those brake pads are on their last lap. It’s a quick fix on your own but clearly the owner could give a shit less.” He stated, gazing over the body of the vehicle as he gave it a gently tap on its luxurious exterior. “Such a shame to see a nice ride being put to waste.”

Draken was stunned by how quick the boy was able to find the underlying problem, confirming his claims after inspecting it himself. He hadn't even gotten around to getting a look at the bike but he was now less stressed by the fact he could done with its repairs by today. “You’re right, kid. How’d you know?”

The strange boy grinned with pride, wiping off his soiled hands with the rag he was handed. “I learned it from you, Dad.” Draken nearly dropped the toolbox on his foot, fumbling for a steady grip as the contents inside rattled in response. “Excuse me?”

Inui glanced up from his spot on the ground, curious about the sudden source of the ruckus. “Woah, it’s a mini Draken… am I seeing things?”

The boy shot him a sly smile, waving over at the other surprised mechanic. “Hey there, Uncle Seishu!” Inui narrowed his eyes at the teenager, surprised by how the two seemed to be on a familiar basis. He has no recollection of ever interacting with the boy before nor had seen him wander into the shop. “Do I know you?”

“Yes, but not yet. I’m from the—"

The shop’s front doorbell rang, signaling the arrival of a new client as you called out for the two people you were looking for. “Ken! I brought you some lunch. Seishu, I made extra for you too.” The boy perked up at the sound, nearly tripping over his own two feet as he peeked through the slightly open door “That’s Mom’s voice! Can I go see her? Can I? Can I?”

Draken tugged on the back of the boy’s shirt before he could slip through the workshop’s door. He had no idea who the hell this kid was nor why he kept referring to him as Dad and why he would even think of calling you Mom. “Hold on, you little runt. You have some explaining to do first.”

Before he could say anything else, your head popped in from the creak in the workshop's door. You smiled at the familiar faces in sight becoming confused the random chaos unfolding back there. “There you are, Ken. Oh hello, am I interrupting something?”

“Hi Mom!”

“M-Mom?!”

Draken slapped a panicked hand over the boy's mouth, muffling his protests as he did his best to hide him from your view. “What did I tell you— what’s your name?”

“Kyo… Kyo Ryuguji.” He mumbled, ripping off his father's hand as he struggled to take in a proper breath. Draken noticed the menacing aura radiating from your body, an unsettling grin occupying your face while you threatened to bash his head in with a nearby wrench. “You never told me you had a kid, Ken. What else are you hiding from me?”

“You’re in for it, Dad!” Kyo fought back a fit a laughter, running to hide behind Inui’s equally terrified body as he prepared himself for the incoming feud. Both of them had never seen you so enraged before, Draken nearly prayed for mercy as you closed in on his distressed form.

Ten minutes later, the workshop was turned upside down and Draken was sporting a huge lump on his forehead. You had apologized after he had clarified that he was not two-timing and he had no idea who the random kid was.

“Let me get this straight... You're some kind of time traveler?" Draken questioned, scrolling through the content’s on Kyo’s cellphone before letting you have a turn at viewing the pictures that are supposedly from the future.

"Uh-huh," Kyo confirmed, munching down on the fresh bento boxes you had brought in. He gulped down the food at a ferocious pace "Mom's cooking is the best!"

“Hey Mom, are you and Dad dating yet?” Kyo asked.

“Wha—?!” You both shouted while exchanging equally humiliated expressions.

“Well, I’m your son! It’s a long ass story and I’m kinda running out of time here but it’s nice to see you guys…” Kyo said as he disappeared, leaving no trace of his existence behind except the remnants of his half-eaten meal.

Draken scratched the back his neck, noting the way you refused to meet his lingering gaze. “Did we just meet our future runt?”

You toyed with the strands of your hair, mumbling a quiet reply under your breath. “I guess so.”

Inui smirked, deciding to meddle in his best friend’s love life. “You two just gonna sit there and stare at each other all day or decide to go out already?"

ᴍɪᴛꜱᴜʏᴀ

“Takashi, that tickles. Are you almost done?”

Warm rays of sunlight peeked through the curtains, finding home on your skin as they casted a golden hue on your features. Mitsuya had invited you over today in hopes of helping him design his newest creation, but he found himself being distracted by his hyperactive model. You, on the other hand, were fed up with the fact you had spent most of the sunny afternoon cramped indoors when Takashi could have taken you on a date instead.

“If you would sit still for a second I could get the measurements I need.” Mitsuya grumbled, adjusting the tape measure around your neck once again as you squirmed under his touch, a fit of giggles escaping your mouth as he attempted to secure the material. “Babe, I’m serious!”

“I can’t concentrate on an empty stomach,” You whined, sending him a wink as you brushed his soft lavender bangs out of his face, revealing the slightly frustrated male underneath. “I know my doting boyfriend skipped breakfast. You should take better care of yourself, Takashi.”

“Don’t worry about me. I can get you a snack, lovely.” Mitsuya chuckled, placing a sweet kiss on your forehead, completely ignoring the waves of hunger rumbling in his stomach. “Take a break in the meantime.”

“Will do!” You affirmed, falling back onto his bed and indulging yourself in his fuzzy blankets. Mitsuya was always incredibly patient with you even when he was acting like a raging perfectionist, going as far as putting everyone else’s needs above his own, not caring to eat or drink until he finished his newest project.

While dozing in off in his room you heard the light pitter patter of footsteps prancing around the room. A quiet voice roused you from your peaceful slumber as a finger poked at your cheek. Soft giggles radiated from the culprit's mouth as they continued to mess with you. “Wake up… Mommy, wake up!”

Mommy?

A tired groan left your mouth as you lightly swatted away the hand that kept interrupting your peaceful slumber. “Luna, is that you? Or is it Mana?”

It couldn’t be his sisters; they were on a play date with some friends from school. It had been an hour since they had been picked up from their apartment, promising that they would be back later this evening for dinner. “The girls aren't here, silly! I’m Sumire.”

Assuming this must be one of their neighborhood friends, you greeted her with half-awake eyes, a yawn slipping past your mouth as you spoke. “How did you get up here, cutie? Did Takashi not tell you that Luna and Mana aren’t home?”

The child replied with no hesitation. “Oh, I time leaped. My aunties must be busy, bummer.”

Her words instantly broke the haze of sleep lingering in your head comparable to a bucket of ice water being poured down your back. You rubbed at your eyes to confirm that there was in fact a strange little girl inside your boyfriend's room “You… what?”

“Sumire Mitsuya, I’m a third grader. You’re my mother, ”

You stared down the child, finding some of Mitsuya’s gorgeous features blended together with your own. However, you had never given birth in your lifetime and Mitsuya swore he had never dated anyone than you. “Takashi and I… we… you’re our child?”

Sumire nodded, lightly bowing her head as she properly introduced herself. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mommy.”

“I’m going to help you find your actual parents,” You mumbled, taking her small hand and leading her out the bedroom door. unamused with the nonsense you were hearing. “Takashi is pulling a prank on me; he has to be.”

Mitsuya met you halfway down the hallway “Babe, how about we get some ramen— uh, who is that?”

You crossed your arms over your chest, huffing at his attempt to act oblivious to the situation. Surely this was payback for fooling around as he was trying to focus on his work earlier. “Takashi, quit messing around. I get it, okay? I'll be the picture-perfect model for you."

He frowned. “I’m not joking, Y/N. I have no idea who she is."

Mitsuya's attention was stolen by the girl's attire as studied the pattern of her clothes closely, admiring the artisan fabric chosen to create it. “Woah, I’ve always dreamed of designing a dress like this for Mana and Luna when I was younger.”

Sumire twirled in delight as she proudly showed off the frills and intricate lace adoring her tiny figure. It was a one-of-kind gown made under an expert's careful watch. The nearly invisible seams were flawless and there wasn't a single stitch out of place, it was a true work of art. “You made it for me, Papa!”

“Papa?”

“I’m Sumire, I keep telling Mommy that I’m her daughter but she won’t believe me.”

“Mommy,” Mitsuya mumbled, turning to face you with a curious expression as you blushed under his intense gaze. “Would that be Y/N?”

“I have some pictures in my backpack,” Sumire said, handing each of you a handful of polaroids in delight. She explained the events behind each photograph in significant detail, confirming that they were indeed real and not a sophisticated display of photoshop.

Mitsuya gulped, “Sumire, am I doing a good job at being your father?”

“You’re the absolute best, Papa!” She gushed, beginning another endless ramble as she retrieved a leather notebook from her backpack, thumbing through the pages until she found the spot she had previously bookmarked. “You made Mama’s wedding dress. I have a sketch of the design right here—”

Mitsuya quickly closed the journal before you could catch a glimpse of his future work. He hid Sumire behind his back as soon as he noticed the mischievous expression illuminating your features, knowing you were ready to pounce on him at any second. “L-Let’s put that one away, yeah? I’d rather not ruin the surprise even if it’s years from now.”

He barely dodged out of the way in time as you lunged at him, moving to the side as you collided on the floor, tumbling straight into a pile of clothes. The flames of determination shone brightly in your focused eyes as you positioned yourself to attempt to tackle him down onto the ground. Your boyfriend may be a captain in one of Tokyo's most notorious gangs, but he has never met anyone who instill fear into his bones like you can.

Colliding with his chest, you stretched your arms up towards his occupied hands. Mitsuya held the notebook high above your shorter frame, switching its position every time you jumped up to try and reach it. “Oh come on, Takashi. Can I get a little peek? I bet it’s absolutely gorgeous.”

“No, this is under lock and key!" He cried out while making eye contact with the child who was still present in the room. With a quick flick of his wrist, he sent the item flying towards her and praying she would be able to grab it. "Sumire, catch it. Don't let her see it."

Sumire did as she was instructed, running away from your approaching figure as you chased her around the apartment. Her light giggles and squeals mixed with your promises of eventually trapping her under your hold. Mitsuya called after you, warning that sooner or later one of you would trip or hurt yourselves amongst the chaos unfolding in the household.

Ten minutes later, Mitsuya and yourself are lying on the floor and completely out of breath while the younger girl is still bouncing off the walls. You had given up on discovering the contents of the notebook, deciding that it would be worth the wait. Sumire was an insatiable ball of limitless energy who could go on chatting for hours, a trait that resembled Luna and Mana's behavior.

You reached out and intertwined your fingers with your boyfriend's own, reminiscing in the feeling of his warm hand engulfing yours. It was tranquil and loving, he always made you feel loved whenever you were by his side. "Takashi, if you're the man I'm marrying... I wouldn't mind being your wife."

"Perfect," He beamed, turning onto his side to face your properly. His grip tightened, as if to affirm that he had been thinking of the sane words in his mind. "I couldn't imagine being with anyone else."

Sumire's cheers filled the room as she watched the romantic scene take place. Her lavender orbs sparkled with excitement as she waited for the magical moment to become reality. “Kiss! Kiss!”

Mitsuya pulled away before your lips could meet and shook his finger in disapproval. “Ah, ah, ah… that’s for grownups only.”

"That's okay," Sumire said, gathering her belongings as she began to prepare to return to her proper timeline. She gave each of you a warm hug and a tiny peck on the cheek as a parting gift as she waved farewell. "I have to go home now. Bye Mommy! Bye Papa!

Mitsuya patted her head in response. “I’m looking forward to meeting you, Sumire. Not until years from now, though.”

“Papa, do you wanna know a secret?” Sumire perked up at the last second, motioning for her father to crouch down as she whispered into his ear.

Before you could blink, the child was gone and the room was filled with silence once again. Honestly, it was nice while it lasted but the whole experience left you exhausted and downright bewildered out of your mind. Had you really just spent an hour with your future daughter? Is Mitsuya actually going to become your husband one day? Only time will tell, of course.

“Takashi, spill it." You demanded, poking at his side until he gave into your pleas. "What did our very lovely future daughter have to say?"

Mitsuya’s gleeful expression morphed into a flustered one as soon as he noticed your pouty face. He gently pulled you into his arms as his chin rested on top of your head, his voice sending vibrations down your spine. “We’re… having twins in the future.”

OH...

ᴛᴀᴋᴇᴍɪᴄʜɪ

"Maybe… Maybe I'm better off dead."

Another failure, another death he unable to prevent, another fucked up timeline he surely has to come home to. The universe is in loop, repeating a series of cursed events within Takemichi's mind. It's purgatory, the vile place that has him reliving the memories in which he couldn't save anyone nor could he fix the future.

"You shouldn't say things like that." The unannounced presence of a young girl nearly made him cry out in fear, her hushed voice caught his attention as she walked towards his hospital bed, observing the injuries littered across his body. She pointed at the cast around his battered arm, staring at the limb with anguished eyes. “Does that hurt?”

“I’m fine, really.” Takemichi grinned, fighting back the pain arising in his face under the bruises and cuts adorning it. He weakly held up a tiny thumbs up with his broken arm, wincing as the fresh pain shot up his nerves. “Who are you?”

The young girl hesitated to speak up, offering him a glass of water instead which he graciously accepted. Takemichi observed her appearance as the feeling of familiarity rose in his mind. A distant memory was beginning to surface, one from the future that was likely triggered by the stranger's sudden entrance. He can start to see it come together, this girl, much younger in his memory, running up to him and referring to him as Daddy.

She cut the momentary silence short by deciding to confess the truth behind her visit. "My name is Mirai, I’m your daughter." Takemichi nearly choked on his drink, coughing up a storm as he processed the weight of her words. He can clearly picture her in his head but to acknowledge the fact taht she's here with him physically causes him to question everything. "That's impossible... N-No way, are you serious?"

"Uncle Chifuyu was out of line," Mirai stated, shaking her head at the scene she had overheard earlier. He had blamed him for causing Draken's untimely death, cursed him out for coming back to the past despite seemingly having created their ideal future. "He has no idea how much you've gone through by time leaping back and forth."

Even so, he still defended his partner, knowing he would eventually come around after his feelings had settled. "Chifuyu is grieving, we all are. I did fuck up; I can own up to that."

Mirai reached out and gripped Takemichi's bandaged hand, her own tears falling onto his tattered skin. He panicked at the sight of her heartbreaking sobs not knowing how to comfort her properly. “The whole world could turn against you but I will always be proud to call you my dad. You're the whole reason I exist."

Without warning, the emotional dam bursts open, years of pent-up grief and rage poured from the depths of his soul into his current reality. Mirai chuckled, carefully wiping away both of their tears with a tissue as she avoided the delicate bruised area of his eye. “A crybaby like always, Dad. I'm definitely your daughter, hm?"

He paused, reflecting on his original reason for being able to jump in between timelines. Mirai should have not been granted the ability unless she must have experienced death or found a separate trigger of some sort. “If you’re a time leaper too, then... Is your future corrupted as well? Did something go wrong?"

"Far from it," Mirai stated, retrieving her cellphone and scrolling through her camera roll, showing him endless of images of his friends and newfound family. Draken and Emma are married. Mitsuya and the Shiba siblings are traveling the world. Chifuyu and Kazutora are running the pet shop. Inui and Kokonoi have reconnected. Naoto and Hina are both out of harm's way.

Mikey... Where's Mikey?

Takemichi's determination has returned at full force.

"My time's up," Mirai pouted, glancing at her beeping watch before engulfing Takemichi in her arms. Her touch feels so familiar, it brings him comfort during such a troubling time. He wants to know more about Mirai's timeline, how he managed to create such a flawless scenario, what needed to be done in order to achieve it. At the same time, he wants to savor this moment and relish in the tranquility of connecting someone so close yet so far away.

"Oh yeah, Uncle Mikey wanted me to give you this note," Mirai said, extending her hand bearing the gift from the future. Takemichi's pale blue irises welled up with tears once again at the sound of his friend's name knowing he must be alive and safe. She bid him goodbye before completely disappearing within a moment's breath.

He opened the letter as soon he was positive that he was completely alone, carefully analyzing the simple message attached the flimsy piece of paper inside. There's a photo inside of Mikey and Takemichi, both flashing overjoyed smiles as they both hold up a peace sign in the camera's frame.

You did it, hero.

Thank you for saving me.

ʙᴀᴊɪ

“Keisuke, where on earth are you?”

Baji, your notorious forgetful boyfriend, was always chronically late to all of your dates and today was no exception. This time he had set a new record by being over forty-five minutes late to your pre-scheduled hangout at the nearby arcade. He refused to answer any and all of your text messages and calls, going to straight to delivered or voicemail each time you attempted to reach him.

Time to check his location.

Keisuke would never ignore you on purpose, a fact you knew deep down, he was just a scattered brained fool who loves to stick his nose in other people's lives or in this case, a playground fight with some elementary schoolers. "If I ever see you pick on this kid again, I'll strip you naked and send you home all fucked up!"

His battered victims ran away from him in terror, swearing that they would tell their parents and get him in trouble. He could give two shits less about the consequences of his actions as long as he knew he had saved an innocent little boy. He turned to face the terrified child hiding under the slide, coaxing him to come out. "I'm not gonna hurt 'ya. Just makin' sure you're okay, yeah?"

The boy sniffled, slowly crawling out of the play area before running up and latching onto Baji's leg. "Thank you, Papa."

"You can call me Keisuke," He corrected.

"Papa." The boy reaffirmed, tightening his grip on his pants.

His moment of peace was shattered as soon as he heard the sound of your furious voice. Your boyfriend's face paled once he made direct eye contact with your fuming figure, steadily approaching him with balled up fists. "Keisuke, I finally found you! Seriously, send me a text next time you're going to have me waiting for over a fucking hour. It's not that hard to communicate with me."

"Easy there, sweetheart." Baji waved off your complaints, pointing up towards the little boy sitting on his shoulders. “Some snot nosed brats picking on this little guy here, I taught them a lesson.”

Goodness, he was so adorable. Short and with chubby cheeks and the cutest pair of chocolate-colored doe eyes you had ever seen. He clung onto Baji like a baby koala, periodically running his tiny fingers through his long hair. “Whose kid is this? Is he a cousin of yours?”

“He's not mine. I never bothered to ask,” He answered, placing the little boy on his shoulders on the ground as he held onto his hand. A sheepish grin illuminated Baji's features as he pointed towards the little one who merely stared off into space. “Just brought him with me, is that okay?”

You sighed at his response, shaking your head at the stupid idea he had thought of before slapping him upside the head. Baji cried out at your actions, demanding to know why you had struck him. “Kei, I love you. I really do but… you’re such an idiot sometimes. We need to help him find his parents.”

You crouched down to the child's height, switching to a much softer voice in order to avoid frightening him any further. “Hi buddy, are you okay? Did this weirdo scare you?”

“Mama!” He squealed, tugging on your skirt with grabby hands as he gestured for you to pick him up. “Papa was so cool, he beat up all those jerks in ten seconds.”

Baji let out an amused chuckle, ruffling the boy's hair as a nervous grin crept up his cheeks. He almost seemed embarrassed by the fact that he was being so soft around the child. “The kid keeps calling me ‘Papa’, I think it’s kinda cute.”

The little boy stared up at the both of you before making a bold statement. “You’re Hiro's Mama and Papa!”

"Of course, sweetheart." You joked along, assuming he must be playing some sort of game. Baji could only smirk at how motherly you had become in the span of five minutes, thinking about how one day he would surely wife you up. "Is that your name? What are your parents' names?”

Hiro nodded, pointing at both of you. “Keisuke and Y/N, that’s you two. I think, are you them?”

Before you had a chance to speak, a panicked teenager approached the scene, crying out towards the toddler. “Hiro! Oh my god, there you are!”

Baji nudged your side, curiously staring at the approaching stranger while comparing your appearance to hers. There was an extremely close resemblance between the both of you, it was like looking into a mirror. “Hey babe, she looks just like you, that’s trippy as fuck!”

“I am so sorry,” The young girl said, frantically mumbling apologies while she embraced the child in her arms and spun him around. She scolded him for running off on his own before turning her attention onto the two of you. “Did he give you any trouble? I turned around for like five seconds and he was gone.”

“I’m okay, big sis.” Hiro said, grasping Baji’s hand with his smaller one and reaching out for yours as well. He felt comfortable with “Mama and Papa took really good care of me.” Her worried eyes flickered from her younger brother to both you and Baji. She hesitated before speaking again, nervously wringing her hands together. ”Hiro, how much did you tell them?”

Hiro avoided his sister's stare, unwilling to admit he had just revealed an important secret. His hazel irises glistened with tears as he hid his face in his hands along with the soft whispers of his meek little voice. “I, uh… everything. Hiro is sorry, big sis.”

She rolled her eyes at him, a frustrated sigh slipping past her lips as she cleared her throat in anticipation. “Okay, we’re going to sound like hella insane but we’re your kids.” She set the younger boy down, motioning for him to face forward. “Introduce yourself, munchkin.”

Hiro bowed as straight as he could, proudly presenting himself to his parents. “Nice to meet you, I’m Hiro Baji. I’m five!” His older sister followed up with her own polite introduction, avoiding the bewildered stare she was receiving from you. “I’m Kaoru Baji. I’m thirteen, we’re from the future.”

Baji shook your shoulders in pure bliss, sharp canines flashing brightly as he marveled at the pair. Meanwhile, your head was spinning as you tried to understand the situation at hand. There was no way this was happening. “Babe, are you hearing this? We’re going to have kids together.”

“Chill out, Papa.” Kaoru warned, placing a worried hand on your hand on your shoulder. You stiffened under her touch, too freaked out to utter a word other than letting out a panicked squeak. She immediately noticed your discomfort and backed away, grabbing her brother by the hand and slowly fading away. "Hiro and I need to leave. We'll be back soon!"

You blinked, finding the courage to speak after the shock had finally passed, slightly disappointed that you may have hurt the children's feelings. "Wait, what!? No, please stay!"

Baji flashed his signature smile at you, swallowing your frame in his arms as he pulled you in close. "Should I buy you a ring now, or do you want me to start calling you wifey?"

It was supposed to be a sweet moment, but it was too soon for you to be thinking about things such as marriage. God knows what in the actual hell had just taken place. "You'd be late your own wedding, Keisuke. I should break up with you, I really should.”

He gasped at your response, offended that you would ever joke about something like that. “Is that any way to speak to your future husband?”

You sighed, dragging him along to get started with your long-awaited date. “We’re not married!”

“Not yet.”

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How They (Almost) Lost Their Virginities

Warnings: NSFW

Reader: Female

Characters: Chifuyu, Mitsuya, Rindou

(if this does well or people request more I'm down to make this a series. Gonna start out small for now and do my top 3 faves so far.)

NSFW Underneath MDNI

Chifuyu:

- You two were around 17 and kind of around that area of starting to want to push your relationship further.

- However, there always seemed to be something in the way whenever the two of you even thought about being intimate with one another. First off both his mother and your parents insisted that your doors stay unlocked

- Second, it was either Peke J or your parents interrupting the two of you by knocking (or in Peke J defense clawing) at the door.

- Peke J had managed to get inside his room one time while your boyfriend's mother was away since Chifuyu had failed to close the door all the way and basically watched for a while as his owner rested between your legs, the two of you basically grinding against one another trying to create some friction.

- As soon as Peke J noticed his owner's hand slip under your skirt and a moan slip past your lips, he honestly thought Chifuyu was hurting you, so the next thing your boyfriend knows is that his cat is on the bed and swatting at him till he falls off both you and the piece of furniture.

- Glares over his bed at his cat that's now resting on your stomach while you're trying your best not to laugh.

- However, that isn't how the two of you nearly lost your virginities to each other.

- It was when Chifuyu was learning how to drive, going on and preparing to get his license when he reached 18. Though he shouldn't have been driving, his mother had allowed him once a week on a weekend to take her car out to the country to try and practice on some empty roads.

- She had no clue that he had picked you up one night and that the two of you were currently on some back road near the woods in the back of her car trying to mess around.

- I say try because it was kinda difficult to get comfortable at first. When he was between your legs eating you out you had grabbed at the door and accidentally opened it, tumbling out of the car. Once back inside and the doors locked you tried sucking him off however that failed as well.

- You couldn't really get comfortable on the floor of the car since it was hurting your knees and when he tried leaning against the car door to let you back on the seat with you laying on your stomach, your tongue had accidentally brushed against a sensitive vain causing him to moan and throw his head back which caused him to bust his head against the door he was leaning against window.

- However, for some reason, that doesn't stop you two. You're both too horny to really care.

- But you did end up giving up when he tried to put it in, you laying on your back with him on top, and his hand slipped from the edge of the seat beside your head. He fell off and somehow busted his nose on the center console causing it to bleed.

- His mom gives you both an odd look as you help your boyfriend inside his apartment, a bloodied tissue against his nose. You both try to lie saying he had been driving home when he saw you walking home from the convenience store and decided to pick you up. He'd slammed on the brakes and busted his nose.

- His mom proceeded not to believe the two of you when the next day she was checking her car and found an open condom wrapper in the back.

Mitsuya:

- Mitsuya, aka the gentleman, aka husband material, honestly doesn't care when he loses his virginity, as long as you're comfortable and it just feels like the timing is right.

- The two of you have made out before in his apartment while his mom and sisters are away or when he's at your place, however when they're home the only thing you're really getting are quick pecks and some squeezes from behind.

- It really doesn't bother you though, because there are obviously boundaries and do/don't for when he and your family are home. However, the older the two of you got the more you both felt that certain boundaries were beginning to falter as the two of you explored each other more.

- You both experiment with each other before even thinking about going all the way.

- As you got older his arm went from resting around your shoulders to a hand on your waist to a hand on your thigh.

- When his mother is asleep or working late and his sisters are tucked in you usually find yourselves on the couch watching a movie. Or, well, you used to. There's still a movie on in the background and a blanket thrown over you but his fingers are inside your panties thrusting in and out of your slick pussy.

- However, the moment the two of you hear the door creak to his and his sister's shared bedroom, you're both upright and separating from each other. He's wiped his hand off on his pants legs and you've got your legs crossed and the blanket wrapped around you in embarrassment.

- All Luna wants is a glass of water which her big brother fetches for her before sending her off back to bed. However, when she leaves the mood is ruined and you both decide to cuddle instead.

- You're both left horny and frustrated.

- It's kind of bad at your home too since your mother is a stay-at-home mom and is always knocking on your door asking if the two of you are alright. No, you're not, you're both horny and trying to suck your boyfriend off but she keeps asking if y'all want anything to eat.

- However, all those incidents were just in the heat of the moment. Usually, make-out sessions that got very handsy.

- You both almost lost your virginities to each other at school actually, during graduation. He'd asked if you'd join him in the club room while he collected some of the designs he had left there, and somehow the two of you ended up kissing as you both shared memories of high school with each other inside the room.

- However, kissing quickly led to you unbuttoning his pants while he had his hand shoved up your shirt groping at your breasts. Next thing you know you're laying across one of the few desks in the room, your panties stuffed in his pocket while he rubs his cock between your slick pussy lips.

- You're both moaning into each other's mouths and your legs are wrapped around his waist wanting nothing more than for him to fill you up. However, you're both interrupted by the sound of footsteps that are quickly approaching.

- You can hear two girls talking, both of which are from Mitsuya's club, and you quickly separate. He tries his best to pull up and buckle his pants while you try to recollect yourselves. Both of you are obviously flushed and trying to be normal.

- The underclassmen walk in, both confused as to why the two of you are there. Mitsuya is sitting in a chair, papers held up to his face pretending to study his designs, to which the girls understand but they're mostly confused as to why your shirt isn't buttoned properly and you're counting a small box of different colored buttons on the other side of the classroom.

- They don't remain in the room long, however, the two of you are embarrassed and you can't leave till Mitsuya's erection goes down.

Rindou:

- Both of you have matching horny energy, which is kinda funny since you're both virgins. When I say that I mean you could be eating a popsicle and when he randomly asks "Can you suck dick like?" instead of getting embarrassed you look him dead in the eyes and ask if he wants to find out.

- That's the first time you gave head and he's ever had his dick sucked.

- He ate a mango one time and was like, really getting into it, so as a joke you tried asking if he could eat pussy like that, and not even five minutes later your legs were over his shoulders and your hands in his hair as he ate you out for the first time.

- However, whenever the two of you actually did get close to going all the way for some reason the two of you just got shy. Like, all cocky energy is gone because you're both about to be extremely vulnerable with one another.

- Your faces are red and you end up turning away from each other. In the end, he usually ends up fingering you to completion while you give him a handjob.

- It doesn't help that whenever the two of you chicken out if Ran is home he'll usually be on the couch watching tv or on his phone. When he hears the two of you come downstairs he just shoots y'all a smirk since he notices the fresh hickeys on both your necks and asks if y'all had a nice time.

- Rin is embarrassed and just walks away with you following after him and burying your face into his back while he looks through the fridge for some water for both of you.

- The two of you almost lose your virginity on your first year anniversary. He took you out to a nice restaurant and you insisted on renting a room at a love hotel for the two of you.

- The room is actually really nice, however, the two of you end up sitting on the bed for the first ten minutes of being in there, awkward.

- You insisted on freshening up and taking a bath before getting started, you have even brought a set of lingerie that was the same shade of Rins eyes, and oddly enough he asks if he can join you, which you're not against.

- After that things just kinda start going along naturally. The two of you make out in the bath, and he allows you the privacy to change.

- His face gets really red when he sees you in the lingerie set and once again things start taking their natural course.

- You're both so close to going all the way until when Rin reaches over to grab the condom, but he reaches too far and slips up.

- He accidentally falls off the side of the bed and when going down accidentally drags you with him. He ends up hitting his head on the side table and you end up face planting on the floor. To make matters worse at that time the phone starts to ring, letting the two of you know your time is up.

#tokyo revengers #chifuyu x reader #chifuyu matsuno x reader #matsuno chifuyu x reader #mitsuya x reader #mitsuya takashi x reader #takashi mitsuya x reader #rindou x reader #haitani rindou x reader #rindou haitani x reader #tokyo revengers x reader #x reader #tokyo revengers headcanons #tokyo revengers scenarios

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fueledbysano · 2 years

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𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐌𝐔𝐓 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌! sano siblings

title is self-explanatory. y'all read smut together and what their reaction will be.

♱ ft. shinichiro, izana, mikey, emma

♱ c/w. MATURE. all characters are aged up 18+. f! reader, shinichiro; cnc, cunnilingus // izana; mutual masturbation, humping // mikey; unprotected sex, creampie // emma; scissoring, noncon filming

♱ a/n. am I planning to do this for other characters as well? YUP. my requests are close but I'll make an exception for this one— hmu and lmk who you wanna see next. right now, I'm thinking Kazu, Draken, Chifuyu, and Baji. other fandoms are welcome too! I have a jjk version in my drafts as well <3

𓆩♡𓆪 SHINICHIRO

It was difficult to keep a straight face while reading the obscene content your favorite author had just posted. Normally, you wouldn't have to conceal your reactions as you grew on being used to reading the material even though when you're not in private. But this particular chapter was spicier and filthier than the previous ones. You were already struggling to squint your eyes and read through the dark screen which brightness you've decreased earlier, cautious about your boyfriend seeing a glance of what you have been reading.

It wasn't like he'd be offended if he finds out you're reading sexual material instead of going to him, but you genuinely didn't know how he will react about it. “Babe, may I borrow your phone? Mine's dead and I need to call grandpa. Let them know I'm having dinner with you.” Your biggest fear at the moment seemed to have manifested when Shinichiro asks you. You yelp, immediately closing the app then turning the brightness back up before lending your phone to him.

You threw him multiple side glances as you waited for the call to end, in order to take your phone back. “Alright, tell them I said goodnight.” He bids the old man good bye before tapping on the red button. But for some unfortunate reason, he accidentally taps on the app after pressing "home", seeing a preview of what you have been busy reading for the past hour.

“Oh, I'm not— I wasn't supposed to see that, I'm sorry.” He rambled, handing the phone back to you. “See wha–” when you look back down at the screen, it was currently displaying the dirty scene you have been reading. “Oh, I'm... sorry—”

“No, no, if you like reading those kind of stuff, then it's fine, I—” He rambled on once more. Your eyes widen, Shinichiro was probably assuming you were exclusively reading the sexual content. “Oh, no! This is some sort of Romantic novel, wanna see?” You explained, immediately heading to the series' synopsis page. “No, it's fine, I believe — wow.” You showed him the story's plot, and he may have seem interested in it.

So instead of sticking to your original plan of going out to dinner, you stayed at your place, letting him catch up with the story's previous chapters while you also ordered food in. Until he'd finally caught up, and you were now reading together the part you have left off.

“These are so well-written, [Y/N].” He approves, genuinely devoted to the story. These may only be just graphic descriptions of a mature scene, but hell it was way better than the ones he'd watch or look at when he was younger. Cuddled up under the sheets, you chuckle, taking one of his hands to press a kiss over his knuckles. "What do you think, maybe we can... try this?" You suggest, pertaining at the current scene where the man was pleasuring his half-asleep lady.

“Well, if it's okay for you, and you want to, then let's do it.” He smiles, pressing a kiss on your cheek before putting your phone away with a yawn. “Thanks for introducing me to this, good night, love.”

He may have been nauseatingly sweet that night, but the next morning, as soon as his eyes wake, he thought of your suggestion last night, his dick bricking up in an instant from the thought as he admired your sleeping frame. So he didn't waste time in crawling under the sheets, ridding you of the panties under your nightgown.

He was met with the sight if your glossy pussy lips matching his aroused cock. With a smile and warm blush, he peppers soft kisses over your hips and lower belly, thumb tracing soft circles on your thighs to gently wake you.

“Mhmm” When he reached down, his lips immediately latched to your folds, now making out with your wet lips. You started to shuffle in your sleep, feeling particularly aroused when your lids wake. When you look down, Shinichiro had been lapping up your wet folds, lewd slurping sounds and his tongue easily slid through. You were only just dreaming of this.

“Hngg— gah— good morning, babe.” You manage to speak out, cradling his pretty face in your palms. He smiles, eyes curling in crescent lines as response before proceeding to suck on your clit then thrust his tongue inside your warm hole.

and that was just one of the many things you wanted to try with him that had finally been checked off, thanks to internet smut.

𓆩♡𓆪 IZANA

For today, you and Izana decided to stay home due to the long day you just had and neither of you were really in the mood to go out. So here you are on the comfort of your bed, Izana had his back rested on the headboard; hands busy fiddling with the game controller while your legs laid comfortably on his lap.

It seems as if the two of you were on your own worlds with you busy reading an explicit story on your phone. You can't help but smile from reading the graphics depictions of amorous exchange between the characters, switching from interacting with the post then leaving comments about the work. Now, from Izana's point of view, it seems that you were happily texting with someone. Way too happy.

So when he took the controller down after a round, he wanted to check on his girl, only to see her smiling foolishly on her phone like a teenager in love. “Who're you talking to?” He questions. You mentally cursed, now aware that he was finished with his game. “Who?” He asks once more when you only remained silent in response.

“It's no one, Izana. I'm just reading a really good story, that's all.” You truthfully answered, not wanting him to assume that you were talking to someone else. So you showed him the screen you were on. Of course, Izana knows that he's the only guy who can have you smiling like that. But what were you reading that was so good?

“Good read?” He asks, switching his game off before applying gentle squeezes on your leg as a massage. “Yeah, it's a romance story.” You simply answered, not wanting to bore him with it's details. But Izana was particularly feeling generous at the moment, wanting to spoil his pretty girlfriend who was busy reading someone else's fictional romantic life on her phone.

“May I see?” With his strong arms, you were lifted off your current position to lay you on his chest, with your phone now on Izana's right hand. He read one line out, naughty words slipping easily through his tongue. “Oh,” He chuckled softly, looking down at you. “Are you reading porn?” He asks. “Well if you put it like that—”

He only huffed in response, relaxing his hand over his abdomen as he joined reading with you. “Oh fuck,” He doesn't seem like a guy who would get into written sexual material, and he didn't expect him to be so intrigued by it either; but the tall tent he just pitched proved him wrong. Izana's hand never stopped roaming your ass ever since you settled into your current position either, his digits only trailing further into your intimate area.

So you took the matter with your own hands, granting his neediness by slipping a hand under his boxers then taking his hard-on in a fist. “Hmmph” He hummed in pleasure, eyes still fixed on the descriptions of the steamy exchange on your phone. It's as if he was living the character's place with your hand wrapped around his long cock, treating it with slow, sensual strokes.

“Ah—” You didn't realize you were rubbing yourself against his thigh when your clit started to feel sensitive, slick damp against your panties and Izana's tan skin the faster your movements grew. Izana had finally finished reading the scene, shoving your phone under the pillow before tugging hard on your hair— “Fucking yourself into me like a bitch in heat? Dirty girl...” He taunts before having you trapped under his touch, your wrist still steadily stoking his length when he shoves two fingers into your pussy.

“AH— hmmm—” Your yelp of surprise was muffled by his lips locking with yours, drowning any sound that dared slip out of you. His fingers kept curling and pumping, banging against your g-spot before feeling his heaving chest press against yours.

You pressed your thumb over his leaking slit the same time his digits pushed your clit, causing you to pull away from the wet kiss in order to let each other know how amazing that felt.

Now, you didn't regret staying inside with him, but you sure did regret keeping smut a secret from him for quite a while now...

𓆩♡𓆪 MIKEY

He was well-aware of such content existing in the internet, having heard Emma talking to her friends about "fanfiction" about fictional characters from her favorite show; as well as some of his own friends talking about obscene genres of manga— which he have seen for himself, but didn't bother dedicating time to it like they did. So, he figured that there's some sort of steamy narrative content existing out there.

He also knew about your liking on reading. Whether on physical book copies or digital ones, he noted about your interest in the art of writing. Sometimes, he'd even lay on your lap as you read through yet another book. But he had no clue of what type or genres of books you were into. So when he sees you seated on the couch, this time with your nose practically buried on your phone screen, he accompanies you on the soft cushions, making himself comfortable by your side before letting his head fall on your shoulder.

“Hi,” You didn't take your eyes off the screen when you gave him a small kiss on the forehead, then instinctively combing your free hand through his bright, blonde locks. “How many books have you read?” He asks. “I stopped counting,” You truthfully answered. He nods, wasting no time to ask you what he had been thinking of for quite some time. “Is there like, written porn?” He spat, genuinely curious and wanted to make sure. You were taken aback by his out-of-the-blue question, causing you to stop scrolling down.

“Uh, yeah... I'm kinda reading one right now.” You admit. “What, really?!” He jumped from your embrace, before leaning back down towards your phone to inspect what you have been reading. His eyes remained opened from surprise about how detailed and well-written the scene is— fueling his imagination as if he was seeing it with his own eyes. “It's about two ex lovers who met again. She's single, but he's a widowed single father now so they're like, trying to get back together. It's a really long story so I'm glad they're finally hooking up.” You gave your boyfriend some context as he kept himself busy by reading; obviously entertained and intrigued by the writing.

When he started scrolling the screen for his eyes to see more, you smile to yourself, shaking your head slightly before shifting back to your previous position with his head rested on your shoulder. This time, you were going through the part of the story together. Every paragraph described more intensity of the characters' intimate moment, making it hard for you to contain the unsteady breaths you're making because of the spicy scene you were imagining. The presence of Mikey didn't help either, especially when his palm is latched on your thigh, fingertips curling and pressing harder and harder the further you scrolled through the story.

However, it cuts right on a particularly hot moment, but they were yet to finish. You scroll further down only to realize that the story had ended and the next chapter doesn't come out until the next week, so you toss your phone off in slight frustration and anticipation for the next scenes.

But when you turn back to Mikey, his lips met yours in a hurry for a needy, messy kiss which you returned instantly. He wasted no time in pushing you down the couch, desperate to relief the aching rush down his pelvis. He just read an erotic material with his girlfriend, of course, it was an arousing moment. He couldn't stop picturing the two of you in place of the characters— his lips claiming every inch of your hips and waist, fingers nudging against your sensitive clit while you cried pleasure of praises for him.

So then he did that, remembering every word of every movement describing their intimate actions, then doing the same for you. It didn't take more of his hot, wet kisses on your hips before he had your legs over his shoulders, rolling his bare hips against yours in slow, deep strokes. You never had the chance to be this gentle with Mikey ever since your first time, so it was a nostalgic, pleasing, and sweet moment for the both of you.

Til he remembers the last thing the guy did before the story was oh-so-teasingly cut, deciding to try it for himself. “L-lift yourself from the seat, h—ah—honey.” He babbled and you oblige, watching him take one of the pillows to lay under your lower back. Once you laid back down, the new angle caused his dick to slip and hit deeper inside of you, surely nudging your cervix. Both of you moaned loudly from the feeling, only for him to slam and plunge faster and harder inside of you.

By the end of the day, he had you squirting hard on your couch, with his thick release attempting to spill out from your hole.

...and that was the day when you started inviting Mikey to read particularly filthy stories with you.

𓆩♡𓆪 EMMA

Your chest was pressed against her back, one arm draped over her waist to trace figures on her delicate skin. You were both reading a series you both love and have been following for a while now. In fact, she was the one who introduced you to it, and now both of you are hooked to different stories and oneshots.

“I think they're about to bang, I'm calling it.” You chuckle, after reading one particular line. Emma agrees with a sweet laugh, then proceeding to scroll to the next scene. and both of you were right, now that the characters had each other up against a wall and devouring one another's lips.

It didn't take long for them to discard their clothes as well, and now you noticed the screen slightly shaking from how weak Emma's hand have been. It was easy to tell that your girlfriend was starting to get aroused by the scene. “Want me to hold that for you?” You offered, wrapping your hand around hers before taking the phone in your own palm.

And so you resumed with reading, making sure to plant a soft kiss on her temple. It was now easier to read for the both of you with your steady hand holding up the screen, before you felt Emma's hands take your free arm to wrap around her waist. Your heart eroded into smithereens from her small gesture, and you could only look at her in response. Her beautiful cheeks were covered in a warm blush while she continued to read the text on the phone, and you couldn't get yourself to take your eyes off her flushed face to continue reading.

“You can scroll down, babe.” She asks. However, you couldn't seem to understand what she was saying when she looked so adorable while reading the story. “Babe?” She finally turns her head to yours, only to meet your eyes already lovingly staring at her. You shared an intense stare down for a moment before you slowly leaned forward, hovering your lips over hers before kissing her top lip. She remained still for a moment, letting your lips lock with hers and parting her lips wider with every time you incorporate your tongue.

But just as she let her eyes fall and melt into your touch, you pull away, rolling onto the other side to take her phone down. Emma was left with her eyes opened once more, watching you move over the sheets with only your skimpy top and panties.

And your mental plan worked, leaving her wanting for more when she hovered herself over your frame, dipping down for more kisses. You returned them with the same intense pecks, sighing into the steamy moment before letting your hands roam her arms.

You felt Emma's kisses started to grow needy, so you opened your legs in response for her to situate herself in. You took easily slipped off each other's cute panties through the heated kiss before feeling Emma's pulsating folds slick against yours. “Hah—good girl,” your hands flew over her hips, trying not to get too caught up in the pleasure and needing to be able to concentrate your attention on Emma, letting her set the pace.

You met into the right rhythm soon enough, allowing your clits to bump against each other with the help of your slick folds. Her hips were skillfully rotating against yours, movement growing vigorous with every passing second. “[ Y / N ]...” Your name came out sweetly among her whines, hips rolling faster and desperate for release.

Her phone wasn't far enough and so you decided to open it once more, exiting the app you were just reading on before opening the camera, making sure it was on front view before setting it back down to capture the perfect shot of your pussies, and close enough the pick up the amplified sounds of your wetness rubbing together.

Emma has been talking to you about starting to write soon, maybe she could use this as a reference when she decides to do so...

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers imagines #tokyo revengers headcanons #tokyo revengers smut #shinichiro x reader #mikey x reader #izana x reader #emma x reader #shinichiro sano #izana kurokawa #manjiro sano #mikey sano #emma sano #shinichiro x reader smut #izana x reader smut #mikey x reader smut #emma x reader smut

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sednas · 3 years

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hot things the tokyo revengers boys do

attractive things they do without trying/ being aware of it

genderneutral!reader

trigger warning: nothing

─ mikey

he hums softly whenever you talk to him. it's hot because it proves that he's listening to you, but it's also hot because his low tone seems to resonate into your whole body, curling around you like a snake would curl around his prey.

the way he knows he has you wrapped around his finger. the confidence he has whenever he's asking you to do something for him and the way he smiles knowing you can't say no to him.

he gets super close to your face whenever you're saying something that has anything to do with your romantic feelings toward him. "oh really? that's really sweet of you to say." he usually answers, in a voice that seems like velvet to your ears. he often looks at your lips with lewd eyes after that but move away before you can kiss him. yes he's a piece of shit.

─ draken

always touch your hips to move you a little whenever he passes behind you. (bonus point when sometimes he quickly kisses you under your ear or on your neck.)

he willingly becomes your personal heater whenever you're cold. you don't even have to ask him to hold you, as soon as he sees the tip of your nose and of yours ears starting to get red you're already in his arms.

his.fucking.smirk. it's almost imperceptible, a little smile cross his lips and he slightly nods in your direction. it lasts a few seconds but it's enough to make you fall on the floor. he usually does it when he sees you during a gang meeting, when he can't talk to you for the moment. or when he has to go because mikey called him, before he's out of sight he turns his head and smirks at you.

─ mitsuya

he's so mature and responsible. he handles every conflict with calm and rationality and never loses his temper, you know you can rely on him, (bonus points bc he's good with kids and nice with your family too)

sometimes, when he's really tired, he just lifts your hoodie/shirt and pass his head under it. "you're really warm, I like it." you can feel his breath brushing against your skin and you're even more warm if it's even possible. the best part is that he does it without any ulterior motive, he just really likes being this close to you.

idk man he's just so nice to everyone, and respectful, he gives his seat to a pregnant woman in the train, he helps an old man to cross the road, he offers his hand whenever you're walking together, totally husband material, green flags everywhere, he would treat you better than your shitty boyfriend

─ chifuyu

he loves to talk to you really close to your ear, he says the most innocent and random shit like asking you if you want to eat italian food tonight and let out a surprised laugh when he sees your blushing face.

he kisses your knuckles, then the back of your hand, and he slowly raises up to your shoulder by tracing light kisses all over your arm, when he's at your shoulder he lifts his head to smile to you and god wouldn't be nice to be in a relationship with him-

he unconsciously licks his lips whenever he's hungry and sees some food he likes yes it also applies to you

─ baji

everything he does is hot, and yes it is objectively said by a professional baji's slut

but enough of exposing myself, baji acts like he owns every place he goes to. when he sits somewhere, he makes sure to spread his legs and extend his arm against the back of his sit. he looks down at everyone even if they're taller than him, he just knows how to look scary and intimidating. a confident queen

"look at me" you hear these words pretty often, like when you're anxious and too busy over thinking, he asks you softly to look into his eyes and calm you down. or whenever you act shy around him, he really can't help it, he wants to stare into your eyes

moans like a slut when he stretches. he's not even ashamed of it. when you hear his soft whines you usually drop everything you have in your hands while he's looking at you with an innocent smile. this man truly doesn't know the power he holds

─ kazutora

this mf smells really good. it's not even perfume, it's his own body scent, and it just makes it 10x times hotter. sometimes you nuzzle your head into his neck, drowning in his scent while he laughs a little because your hot breath against his skin tingles him.

you know the famous fuck me eyes trend on tik tok? we found the winner you can stop searching. I know that he has like, gigantic eyes that seem to want to swallow your soul but he can make them look really soft when he wants. his big ass eyes usually soften when he's looking at you, staring without realizing it.

he falls asleep on your shoulder or lap pretty often. he feels at peace when he's around you, and this shows how much he trusts you, letting his guard down and being vulnerable around you.

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reddsame · 2 years

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I just think about type of sub/bottom. (My opinion)

— He just MOANS, whimpers and makes dirty comments in your ear, for what? to tease you and just fuck him until it hurts, he's a little bitch and he loves being one for you. He touches himself, touches you or moves without your permission, he's just a fucking brat...but sometimes he can be a soft bitch who needs love and affection.

Smiley (Nahoya), HANMA, Haruchiyo (Sanzu) RAN, Wakasa, Mikey (depends on his mood), Taiju.

— He is a soft baby, he is obedient, he is a good boy and just ✨ boyfriend material✨, he moans high but softly, his whimpers are too adorable and please be gentle with him, he deserves it.

Angry (Souya), Inui, KAZUTORA, HAKKAI, Takemichi, Mitsuya, Chifuyu, Mikey (depends on his mood), Shinichiro.

— He is a special case, he needs affection but he doesn't show it, he needs you to take care of him and make it clear that you love him, give him time because he is proud, he may seem very rude or scary but he really is a baby, sometimes he can be a brat, but most of the time he is very affectionate (Although he hides that he wants you to fuck him hard until he forgets his name).

Benkei, Takeomi, DRAKEN, BAJI, Hanma (although it is hard to believe, sometimes), Rindou, Kokonoi, Kisaki, Izana.

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kshira · 3 years

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SQUIRTIN’ W/ TOKYO REVENGERS

ft. mikey, draken, chifuyu, kazutora, hanma, ran, rindou, sanzu

tw. fem!reader, cursing, squirting (a lot) creampie, overstim fingering, f!oral, dom!w/sub reader

an. a request on how they react when you squirt for the first time <3

ミ mikey

the satin sheets fit snug against your back, the only material dry on your bed from the relentless hours your boyfriend has spent between your legs sucking and slurping up your juices. mikey rises from your soaking cunt wiping your slick from his chin with his fingers and popping a digit in your mouth—you suck happily. “fuck you’re so perfect” mikey pants, rubbing his stiff cock against your folds watching your body squirm at the surges of nerves tingling through your cunt. “gonna fuck you so—fuck” words left unheard as he plunges in, gasping at the very warm welcome engulfing his cock. his body shivers leaning over you in a state of utter pleasure, eyes closed shut; god the mess of your pussy didn’t help his hold of cumming so quick. your arms link behind his head, fingers twitching around his locks as he starts sloppy thrusts, eyes knocking backwards in his skull. his balls slapping at your ass, the sheen liquid collecting on his thighs when he pulls back his cock from your weeping cunt. tis a messy sight indeed, lewd noises play loudly through the room, just added effect when mikey collects your juices from the mess dripping down his balls and using it as leverage to rub circles around your clit. you feel an abnormal feeling run through your body, legs shaking against his hips as the white runs through your eyes. you whine, babble words unknown to man as mikey rubs harder groaning at your cunt clenching harder around him. “let’s cum together, okay angel?” he questions, pounding in you harder as you finally let go, the snap of the coil deep within your cut bursting. but that’s not the only thing bursting as a clear liquid coats mikey's stomach while he presses harder on your bundle of nerves, eyes glossed over a shade of indescribable darkness. “f-fuck you’re so messy” he moans, high pitched traced with something laced in them—need. your back arches off the bed, feeling warm liquid from your cunt oozes out as mikey keeps a slow pace. you feel warmth circle your cheeks, embarrassment at how wet and fucking filthy you feel, “mh, do that again—wanna see how messy you can be around my cock.”

ミ draken

draken didn’t mean for it to happen, it’s his cock honestly; it’s just so big. you squirm under him, nails dragging skin in the wake of his dick stretching you open, back arching so high off the bed it might snap in half but it’s all worth it, the squirting—not so much. “fuck princess, again? i just started fucking you” it’s a sweet taunt, he loves it—loves the way your walls clamp down on his cock, sucking him in and his rough thrusts inside you don’t help. “gonna cum in that sweet little hole baby, you’d like that wouldn’t you?” you whine back, bottom lip quivering between your teeth, tits bouncing while draken fucks you harder and the aftermath of his thick cock making you squirt again, sheen liquids coating his stomach while he pushes your body deeper in the mattress. you’ve stopped counting how many times this has been, draken just can’t help it though, but he wouldn’t stop you from doing it again—he’s starting to enjoy it. dull ache, stomach flipping as he pumps you full of his seed, gasping at the liquid spraying on his body again and again but draken wants to see it one more time, and maybe this time use anything other than his dick.

ミ chifuyu

“look at the mess you’ve made on me princess” chifuyu smugly smiles, raising his hand to your face and spreading his fingers, your slick covering the skin. you bashfully turn away, legs widen again when your boyfriend spreads them “don’t be shy baby.” your cheeks feel hot, burning to the bone as chifuyu plunges a finger inside your velvet walls. “i love when you make a mess on me, squirting all over my fingers” you whine from the sensitivity, his thumb rolling across your clit—chifuyu eats the moans you squeal out crashing his lips on yours when he moves faster in you. eyes lit up from your mouth finding an escape from the nerves throbbing as his tongue digs deeper in your mouth as the white clouded doom mocks your body. “be my good girl and let go baby, cum” legs trembling, your cunt jerking into your boyfriends palm as you finally leg go squirting all over his fingers, half screams at his digits still plunge harder inside you over driving you to leave more liquid on his hand. he kisses your forehead as he pulls out from your throbbing walls, licking away the mess with his tongue, chifuyu smiles watching your chest heave, eyes half lidded and you whimper the loss of his fingers inside you. “you look so beautiful like this, my messy girl.”

ミ kazutora

sweet whimpers play softly from your boyfriend above you, his face nestled into your neck as he carefully pounds into, treating your body like a precious jewel—only his to have. “wanna stay here forever pretty girl—feel so good” your nails bite at his back, pulling chifuyu harder on you, his soft skin rubbing against your own as he hisses at the warmth your cunt radiates around him. kazutora doesn’t want to cum, he wants this to last an eternity, masking in the feel of your juices coating his cock, the slippery feel of his dick sliding against your walls nudging past your clit every time he pulls out to align right back in. he could hold off a little longer and maybe that’s enough—just maybe. but not for you, the feeling of your orgasm dancing through your nerves, washing around your toes and lingering through your legs till the throb of your clit so loud against your cunt. “i want you to cum, feel good for me angel” kazutora brushes the hair from your face holding you tighter as he ruts deeper in your cunt and with the thread of your coil untangling you cum—hard. kazutora is too tangled in his own orgasm at first, the liquid seeping from your cunt, painting down his balls. “mm baby, i didn’t know you could do that” kazutora moans looking down at the wetness pooling down your cunt, covering his legs. he looks back up, picking up your ankle leaving open mouth kisses on it “please baby, please do that again, for me?”

ミ hanma

hanma has two favorite things in this world—loving you and fucking you; oh making you squirt is another so guess that’s three favorite things. when he’s doing all three at the same time—he just can’t get enough. “pussy tastes so good baby” hanma groans into your cunt, tongue shoved against your folds while his two thick fingers curl in your gummy walls. “want you—” he flickers his eyes up at you, tongue still running across your slick, gathering your juices and spitting back into your clenching hole. “—to cum on my tongue pretty girl” he coos, mesmerized by his fingers being swallowed and sucked in. your body jerks when he hums into your pussy, his hips humping against the covers—so rigid and stiff but that’s the least of his concerns—he’s got to make you squirt. he raises a hand to roll his fingers across your tit, thumbing at your perked nips as hanma shoves his tongue inside your clenching hole, your head throws back with stars aligned in your vision you feel your orgasm bleeding through, rushing to your clit as hanma switches from your hole to suck on your sensitive nerves, clear liquid spraying at his tongue when you let go, he feels like he’s melting, watching you come quite literally undone from him, just him. hanma leaves small licks to your bundle of nerves riding out your high, a sweet grin stitched to his face when you look down at him breathless “you think you could do that one more time? be a good girl for me and cum on my tongue again?”

ミ ran

an impossible feat you’ve asked your boyfriend tonight, meekly questioning his ability to make you squirt, oh what a propitious task you’d laid down upon him. he just didn’t think you could handle it; ran most definitely could make you squirt. “i would have done this earlier if i knew how cute you’d look right now” ran hums, lazily thrusting inside you, his bigger hands grabbing under your knees to angle himself deeper in your hole. “look how wet you are” he taunts, sneering his face and winking when you bashfully look away; god he was such a fucking tease about this too. “how many times?” ran questions, ramming his cock harder against your gummy walls, eyes crossing as he pounds into you, the question falling deaf on your ear, he leans down to your face—raking his tongue against your cheek, how it feels so warm to him. his breath his hot, curious eyes looking back at him—he repeats the same question fucking you deeper into the mattress and you’re dumbfounded, lust builds your mind. “how many times do you want me to make you squirt?” he cocks his head to the side, a grin bleeding through his lips when you whine back in response. you didn’t care, you did not fucking care—you just wanted him to fuck you. ran exhales, softly chuckling to himself when he hikes your leg over his shoulder, given the easy access to your clit he starts rubbing it mercifully. you clasp your hand over you mouth when he swipes harder, eyes growing bold as he watches his hand drenched in your liquids, gasps heaving through your chest. ran leans his head on your ankle throw over his shoulder “that’s one angel.”

ミ rindou

nothing taste sweeter on rindou’s tongue than to make you squirt—well except for your cunt on his mouth but that’s a different story. he loves watching you squirm and babble under his grasps, the way he rolls his hips so lazily but they hit perfect spots every single fucking time. he doesn’t mean to even make you squirt, it just happens—he has to make you cum around his cock, tongue and fingers but making you squirt? now that’s something else entirely, he’s a starved man by then. watching the juices dribble down your folds, your body giving out after every single orgasm washing over you but that’s just not enough though it never is; it swells his chest with so much pride knowing he made your sweet pussy so fucking messy. he’s made you squirt your juices all over him so much you’re the one begging for him to make it happen, he can’t decide if he wants to tease you about it or soak in the sweet coated praise. “my pretty girl, who can make you cum this hard? squirt this fast?” a question he asks but it’s just for the ego, he knows it’s him—if he needs to be reminded, he does from your prayers and pleas while you gush all over him, again and again.

ミ sanzu

sanzu feels like the world won’t stop spinning, his eyes knocking against his head when he feels it—he wishes he could reverse time because fuck he still can’t believe it. you on the other hand are absolutely embarrassed covering your face while you groan at the feeling of your juices dripping down your legs; you’ve unlocked an achievement tonight—squirting all over your boyfriend. sanzu winces pulling his cock out, it was so warm and tight inside your cunt and he was just getting started. “baby, listen to me” his hands grab hold of yours peeling your smaller ones back, his lips curling into a smile “could you maybe..do that again?” you look back at him rather deadpan but the look he had was something you couldn’t help but fight back the butterflies knocking in your chest. sanzu doesn’t want to stop time this go around because he’s paying close attention, watching your lips part with half moan gusts seeping through your lips. he tried keeping the same rhythm with your hips as he pounding inside you but he started chasing his own high when the image of your cunt leaking all over him raged in his mind. your abused bundle of nerves become weak, the coil in your gut snapping again soaking the sheets as you feel ropes of hot liquid paint your gummy walls. sanzu tries catching his breath, arms unable to support his weight buckling under as he falls on your chest. your fingers come up to comb through his hair, he purrs as you stroke his ego even more “better save your energy, i’m not done making you squirt.”

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