#keisuke baji fic

[angstigone]

WARNINGS: this crack treated seriously, baji isn't the black cat in the relationship, chifuyu being oblivious, slight banter between chifuyu and baji, pre-relationship, she/her - afab character

Chifuyu had received beatings from Baji, many of which didn't actually have many good reasons and he had taken them promptly and without a peep, but what had happened that day…

… it was the ground for a friendship break up.

The betrayal felt heinous as he walked to where his friend stood and sat in his usual seat without a genuine concern in the world and he had the guts to actively wave him over with a quick ‘Fuyu that made him seem all innocent and clueless. 

Still, Chifuyu knew better as he slammed his hand down on the desk like he had once seen in an old thriller.

«What is it about this new black cat you got?».

Everybody at school had been buzzing about Baji’s newest black cat and Chifuyu had to discover it through the grapevine as if he wasn’t Baji’s best friend and his own vice-captain in the division.

Wasn’t this the kind of betrayal that was described in old romances and was this ground to break a friendship apart? 

Certainly if Baji didn’t drop the pictures of whatever cute cat he might have gotten.

«Do you know what this news will do to Peke J?» he went onto bombarding his friend with the continuous dramatics as Baji looked genuinely taken aback and… confused? «… you haven’t only forsaken me but also… our shared child!».

«First of all, I have no clue what for-fucking-saken means» Baji stated, immediately taking advantage of the moment that Chifuyu needed a moment to breath in air «… and secondly, I… I didn’t think that we had agreed on a shared custody of Peke J».

«But we are going to!» Chifuyu shouted right back, having Baji roll his eyes with vehement annoyance while his own fists appeared right onto the desk «… don’t even think of setting a foot back into my apartment! You are going to see him when I want and not in my hous…».

«What is this even about?» Baji hissed with pure disbelief «…. in my defense, the dude whose care I set on fire was a real dickhead!».

«… and I won’t have you make him feel inferior and…» suddenly it settled into Chifuyu that Baji had no idea what he was talking about «… wait… another car… you set another car on fire?!».

«Lower your voice» Baji hissed with a slight embarrassment as he looked around to see whether anybody had heard him. Everybody had, but nobody honestly even tried to say anything considering the shared reputation of the two boys «… either way, isn’t this what you are angry about? I went to set a car on fire without you…».

«No, and… wait… why would you think that I’d be angry about it».

«Don’t ask me!» Baji promptly protested «You are the one barging in all accusingly and threatening me with our shared son».

«Oh, I thought he wasn’t» Chifuyu smirked lightly as Baji just waved him off.

«… alright, I am going to ask this only once before I punch you square in the face and make your brain work right again» it felt a bit hypocritical said by the man who didn’t know what ‘forsaken’ meant «… what’s got your panties in a twist?».

«You got a cat and didn’t tell me».

There out in the open and for everybody to know Baji’s dirty secrets..

Baji, himself, looked taken aback as if the news was new to him as well and before Chifuyu could think about anything further, he was promptly hit on the side of the head with a slap.

«I didn’t get a new cat!» Baji protested promptly.

«Then why is everybody at school saying you got one?!».

«I have no fucking clue!» Baji breathed out exasperatedly, letting himself fall as if exhausted against his chair «… what… don’t you have trust in me anymore? I’d fucking tell you immediately if I got a new cat!».

«Hey, don’t turn the conversation around!» Chifuyu did feel a bit embarrassed by it «… even if … even if you might be saying the truth… if so many people are convinced you got a new cat… well, there must be some truth in it, I think».

«So…?» Baji raised an eyebrow as he expected Chifuyu to speak up again, but the blonde boy couldn’t deny that he didn’t even know where to go with his reasoning «… now that I think about it… it’s low key strange though, especially with the specifics».

«What do you mean?».

What had started as a brotherly betrayal had now turned into a mystery and quickly Chifuyu inverted the chair on the desk in front of Baji to sit down facing him.

«What do you mean with that?».

«Well, the people you heard this shitty rumor from… they said it was a black cat, right?» Chifuyu nodded «Well, I haven’t… now that I think about it, all the cats that I have come across… none of them was black».

Well, the plot thickened.

«… it doesn’t make sense» Chifuyu voiced both of their thoughts while Baji nodded even more confused «… but why say that you got a black cat when you obviously ha…».

«I knew I’d find you where all this ruckus began».

Both boys turned at the familiar third voice, finding none other than you, the one who had been tutoring them in English, since Chifuyu had realized that they’d be held back if they didn’t find anybody that could have helped them. 

He wasn’t all that bad, mostly struggling with the grammar while Baji… 

… well, once during an oral exam he had asked the professor whether he could go to jail, instead of to the toilet. 

Which was.. low key funnier in retrospect…

Either way, you were their lifesaver and also at the same time the bane of their existence, specifically Baji’s own.

As mentioned, Chifuyu didn’t struggle as much as Baji and he went along well with you and your strict method, while Baji… 

… oh you and Baji were like a dog and cat put in the same room cranky right out of denied sleep. 

Sometimes during tutoring lessons he worried that he might leave to get himself some water and return to you scratching at each other. 

Metaphorically obviously as Baji wouldn’t ever hit a woman as any other Toman member, but there was something that inevitably ticked the two of you off, albeit by now a begrudging friendship had been built.

«Don’t tell me that you missed us» very very unsteady friendship «… oh haven’t had enough of our handsome faces».

«More like here to remind you of the listening test in an hour» and taking in their shocked face, your expression went from severe onto angry «Don’t tell me that you didn’t remember?!».

Chifuyu had been so worried about Baji’s betrayal that he hadn’t… oh, they were both screwed.

«Oh, c’mon! How hard can it be? It’s just listening!» Baji tried to brighten the atmosphere and he went a step further, bringing a hand to ruffle your carefully curated hairstyle. 

Chifuyu was ready for the worst - a maining, screeches that’d have gotten them expelled and possibly Baji’s own spontaneous combustion underneath your own glares - instead you simply huffed, shaking off his hand and hissing at him in a way that felt very kittenish.

Also, were you blushing?

«It isn’t simply listening, idiots!» even your insult felt lighter compared to your usual ones «… you have to understand what they are saying!».

«Are you implying I am not smart enough to understand?».

«Don’t make me answer that question, Baji» you said, sending him a telling look as the brunette turned to Chifuyu with a pleading look.

«What about you, Chifuyu? You don’t think that I am smart enough for it?».

And suddenly the ground felt very interesting now that Chifuyu thought about it.

At the awkward silence you erupted in laughter while Baji tried to fight - with little to no success - for his honor.

«Alright listen…!» Baji slammed his hands on the desk as he got up and right in your face, startling both you and Chifuyu, although the blonde boy couldn’t notice that your reaction had something almost… feline in the way you stood at attention all rigid and he could almost imagine your tail all taunt «… if you really have the gut to underestimate me like that! Well, what if we make a bet?».

«A bet about what? Your empty head?» and although a bit still startled, you didn’t hold down. Chifuyu almost admired you for that.

«Yes!» Baji agreed eagerly «If I get ten points above the passing grade, you are going to stop making fun of me».

You considered it for a few minutes - Chifuyu couldn’t blame you, considering that by now bullying Baji was your favorite past time - before huffing out and begrudgingly holding out an hand to a smirking Baji.

«Fifteen points above the passing grade» you rebutted and Chifuyu found it strangely adorable that you had enough faith to believe that Baji would have done it so far. He didn’t have the same hope.

«Ten».

«Thirteen»

«Let’s make it an even number and say twelve» Baji said grabbing onto your hand and using it to bring you closer to him more as some kind of dominance assuring technique that Chifuyu knew by now but it obviously startled you and again you had that slight feline acute reaction as your cheeks became darker in obvious embarrassment.

An idea filled Chifuyu’s mind at that; if Baji was truthful about not having gotten a cat and neither having seen a black one, and if the rumor was true… maybe people didn’t mean that Baji had gotten a new animal. 

Just maybe what they meant was that Baji had gotten somebody with a black cat personality. 

That somebody being you with your hisses, ruffles and air of superiority.

When it all hit him, Chifuyu couldn’t help but think about how dumb it had all been.

How dumb he had been.

—

«What you are telling me is that… you threatened our friendship over nothing?».

«… maybe…»

[burekforsatoru]

Check Yes Juliet

chapter 2 - The Only Exception part 1 - part 3 - part 4 read it on ao3 Keisuke Baji x OC wc: 4.7k tags: smut, fluff, oral, piv, cum eating (kind of), they are very horny for each other, unprotected sex (they've taken some precautions okay I don't normally condone not wrapping it up

Songs for this chapter:

Empty With You - The Used Crushcrushcrush - Paramore I Don’t Wanna Be In Love - Good Charlotte Be My Escape - Reliant K Check Yes Juliet - We The Kings Brick By Boring Brick - Paramore Backseat Serenade - All Time Low

“Honey, what I’m hearing is that you had a romantic and passionate night with this man and you didn’t even get his last name?” Mai was shaking her head at me after hearing a rough report of my shenanigans with Keisuke last night. I stared ahead and kept picturing his soft, blissful expression lying on my bed, trapped by my thighs, me sitting on his cock, his hair pooling over my pillows that still held his scent and mine mixed together.

Why can’t I stop thinking about him?  

Mai stood up and walked to the side of the bed, noting my ripped-up panties on the floor, her eyebrow raised,

“And when did this happen?” I put the cup of coffee still steaming on the nightstand, catching a glimpse of the photo I had taken of him post-orgasm. She noticed it as well, picking it up to inspect it.

“He wanted me to keep the fishnets on so he ripped these off before going down on me.” Leaning back on the headboard, I took a moment to assess how sore my limbs felt, my insides still felt raw and aching. I lifted my hand to touch my neck where he scraped my skin with his teeth and left little bruises, that was going to need covering up before work. 

She smirked at me, waving the photo around, “I didn’t realise you were so down bad for this guy, why would you take a photo of him lying, what I’m assuming is naked, on your bed?”

She brought it closer to my face, “This guy pushed you into the wall, but all you talk about is how he was gentle with you? What am I missing?”

She wasn’t wrong, but at the same time she was.

I completely forgave him for that shove in the hallway of the club, he seemed genuinely sorry and like a completely different person than I had assumed he would be. No matter how insanely hot he was, he was also kind. And very giving. I smiled to myself, this morning I had the most satisfying gentle sex I’d ever had. None of my boyfriends had ever been that good. And he hadn’t complained about putting a condom on, which shouldn’t ever be as commendable as it was.

Mai reached to have a look at my bruised neck and collarbone, visibly annoyed, “We need to tone this down before work. Come on, I’ll make breakfast and try to cover up your nasty hickeys.” I could just drag myself after her into the kitchen.

How was she so chirpy and energetic? She stayed up until at least 5:30 in the morning, and the party was on until 5. 

“Mai, did you sleep at all last night?”

“Sleep is for the weak. I’m so beyond tired that a whole new wave of energy has taken over. I may drop halfway through the shift though so you need to step up for me, okay?”

“Of course, I’m taking over the schedule duty as well.”

We worked at a cinema not too far from our apartment and, although Mai normally handled the theatre schedule, I had to make sure she could at least get some easier jobs, considering she helped me get my sexual frustrations out last night and therefore sacrificed her sleep. 

Half an hour later, with my neck covered in four layers of concealer and colour corrector, we made our way to our work, completely unprepared to handle groups of screaming children and their disinterested parents. 

“You smell different, is that some new perfume?” She broke through my thoughts.

“I think it might be his scent, I assume that’s his shampoo because his hair smelled so divine.”

“Damn, Kakashi really is That Guy , isn’t he?”

“It’s Keisuke.”

“Whatever.”

With a playful shove, she started towards the only store room that had chairs for us to sit on, and I took a pen to try and figure out how to tackle today. 

~

Saturday nights were for the girls. After work and a shower, Hana and her girlfriend showed up at our apartment for a weekly pizza night. By the time it was my turn to catch them up on your week, everyone had already had their turn and normally my updates had always consisted of a very short summary of where I was with my research papers, how much I hated my Contemporary English professor, and what songs I was hyper fixating on. This time all I wanted to talk about was Keisuke. I had never got so hung up on real people, so this was a very interesting topic to all of them. 

“So as all of you may know, I brought a guy home last night,” I picked up another slice of pizza, “and now he’s basically all I can think about, it pains me to confess, but I sniffed the pillow he slept on several times today.” 

“Simp!” Asami fake-coughed into her hand, giving me a devilish grin to which I responded with a stuck-out tongue.

“I didn’t even get much of a look at him when he pushed me into a wall last night, but then I completely embarrassed myself in front of him and realised he’s actually so gorgeous and hot I wouldn’t have minded if he was some sort of serial killer as long as he put his hands on me.��

Mai pretended to vomit at that, Hana and Asami just chuckled at my dramatics. 

“Listen, I’m not one to obsess over guys this much, but something about him really drew me in and I was so stupid that I didn’t ask for his last name. Or his number!” I dropped my head into my hands and groaned, “Why didn’t I get his fucking number?”

Hana piped up, “Didn’t you say he worked at Pet Zone? You can always go find him there and ask him.”

“Don’t you think that might come off as a bit creepy,” Asami asked, “I mean if the roles were reversed, I’d definitely think it was some creepy guy who didn’t understand the concept of a one-night stand.”

“Asami, you think every guy is creepy and should be avoided at all costs,” quipped Mai.

Asami just shrugged and took a sip of her drink.

Hana reached out to get her glass, “By what you told us happened, he seemed to be really into you and maybe didn’t think you would want to continue seeing him. Just a thought, though.”

I was becoming more and more hopeful, “What if I just interpreted it wrong, though? What if I’m misremembering it because that was how I wanted things to happen?”

“I can always come with you to the shop and get some stuff for Kisu.” Hana and Asami had adopted a beautiful orange cat that was a menace to society, but I loved her so much that I regularly bought her Dreamies.

“You don’t think it would be painfully obvious? I don’t even know when his shifts are, he’s got university as well as work.” I felt myself whine a bit too much now.

Mai decided to finish this conversation by calming me down with a big hug and some reassurance.

“Babe, if Keito’s not there we’ll come again and again until we find him and you ask him out. If it takes us a month, then so be it, but you’re overthinking this. The way he kissed you on his way out didn’t look like he didn’t want to see you again.”

“Thank you, love. And his name is Keisuke.”

“I don’t think it is,” she winked at me. 

“I know what I screamed last night, my darling, and it’s definitely Keisuke.”

“I feel like it’s becoming a bit and I don’t want to stop it, so deal with it.” Mai ruffled my hair and went back to her glass of wine.

After a couple of hours, all of us went to bed, Mai had given Asami and Hana her own room so she shared with me. I lay my head on Keisuke’s…I mean, my pillow that Keisuke slept on and inhaled deeply. The scent was fading, I really needed to find him again.

Mai was deeply snoring while I lay with my eyes half-closed playing with his hair tie on my wrist. 

The next day Asami made her way to visit her parents, slightly regretting not going with us to the city centre. Mai, Hana, and I, as per usual, spent way too much time in the bookstore, gently caressing the spines of our favourite books, laughing at ridiculous covers, and making highly ambitious reading lists that we were never going to follow. The trip was a success as I managed to walk out with only two new books and three complimentary bookmarks.

Now, with a significantly lighter step, we went into a few clothes shops and there I realised I needed to get more underwear. Mentally cursing Keisuke for ripping the most comfortable pair, I picked out two new comfy pairs of panties and one lacy pair that I didn’t even know the occasion for. It just called to me, black lace with a red bow on the back seemed right up my alley. 

With a sigh, we went on to our final stop of the day, Pet Zone. This was it, all my hopes and dreams were riding on the good outcome of this situation. A gentle pat on the shoulder from Hana made me snap out of it, I patted my face to sober myself up and stepped inside.

~

The best thing about any pet shop is the fact that owners come in with their dogs and let them roam around the shop, so when I walked in and got greeted by three dogs at the same time, the only worry that was left on my mind was making sure I gave each of them an equal amount of attention.

Hana and Mai went to the cat aisle to browse while I was left barely five steps into the store, wishing I had three hands to give all of these good dogs love at the same time. 

“Uhm, hey there,” a muffled voice reached me. I looked up to see a slightly winded Keisuke with a hand over his mouth, trying to finish chewing his food.

“Hey, take your time, man” I tried to sound like this interaction hadn’t been on my mind for a whole day. 

“Sorry,” he swallowed, “I saw you on the security camera and ran back in before properly finishing my lunch.”

Was this guy for real? He cut his lunch break short because I walked into the shop? Was I hearing this correctly?

“Oh you really didn’t have to do that,” why did I sound so shy? This man had been inside of me two nights ago and now I was shy ?

“I was worried I’d miss you, what brings you here?” He still sounded a bit winded.

“Hana needs some stuff for her cat and we were out with her shopping so we just stopped by,” I motioned toward where Hana and Mai were playing with cat toys.

“Got anything interesting?” He pointed at my bookstore haul.

“Just some books I’m probably never going to get around to reading, but I needed a dopamine hit after feeling so down,” crap, that sounded a bit too desperate.

“What happened?” 

Sigh , “Well I thought you might not want to see me again…after that night.”

“W-What? I thought you didn’t want to see me anymore and that was why you didn’t ask for my phone number!” He started getting flustered.

“I thought you didn’t ask for my number because you weren’t interested,” I confessed, “are you telling me this all could’ve been avoided had both of us stopped overthinking for a damn minute?”

He started laughing, causing me to join him, oh my days he was so beautiful.

“I was rushing so much I didn’t grab my phone,” he passed me a piece of paper with the shop logo and address, and a pen to write my number down. I finished the note with a little black heart and gave it back to him, his face visibly more relaxed now. 

“And just so you know, you owe me a new pair of underwear,” I said in a lower tone, “don’t think I forgot.”

“I don’t think I can forget anything from that night,” he picked up my hand and played with his hair tie that was still on my wrist. I blushed and started to take it off to give it back to him, but he pushed it back on.

“Keep it. I took something of yours as well,” he lowered his head to my cheek and placed a gentle kiss. I tried to mentally remember if I noticed anything missing yesterday, but to no avail. I looked at him with a question, but he just grinned back at me.

“You’ll see, I guess you’re gonna have to meet me again to get it back, that is, if I feel generous.” 

With that, he walked back to finish his break, and I was left to locate my friends and report on the situation.

“What a weirdo, what did he take? Probably your underwear or something creepy.” Hana scrunched up her nose in distaste.

“I don’t think so, I’d notice if any were missing because I had to get new ones already. Also, I don’t think he had the time to do that, since if he wasn’t inside of me, he was next to me.”

Mai patted me on the shoulder with pride. “See, I told you it would work out, and you got yourself all worked up about him.”

“I mean, he is pretty, in a girlish kind of way,” Hana said, looking back at the store.

“I need him in my bed again.” I felt my insides twirling, longing to be full of him again.

“Damn, I don’t remember you being this horny with any of your exes.” Mai playfully pushed me forward.

“What can I say, six orgasms in a night can do that to a girl.”

“Rookie numbers,” Hana scoffed, making Mai and me laugh a bit too loud.

~

By the time Mai and I got home and unloaded everything we bought, I’d gotten a message from an unknown number that just said “What’s your favourite colour?”

Yuna, 14:12

?

xxxxxxxxxxx, 14:13

So I know what colour heart to put next to your name in my contacts c;

Yuna, 14:13

Keisuke?

xxxxxxxxxxx, 14:13

Well I hope you don’t have someone else that would ask you these things haha c:

Yuna, 14:14

oh thank the stars, you never know what weirdos there are out there. gotta be careful.

and i’m good with blue or black

Keisuke, 14:14

Got it ;) 

Yuna🖤💙, 14:15

what do you want me to put you as?

Keisuke, 14:15

His Majesty Keisuke, King of My Vagina and Bringer of Infinite Pleasure 

I broke out in laughter and Mai came into my room to check what was going on. I just shook my head and showed her the screen. 

“Kids…” she walked away with a smirk against her will.

Yuna🖤💙, 14:16

i’m leaning towards KeiSUCKe

Keisuke, 14:16

That’s what you’ll be doing later…

Yuna🖤💙, 14:16

later? 

are we doing something i’m not aware of?

Keisuke, 14:17

Can I come over tonight?

Yuna🖤💙, 14:17

any specific plans or just hanging out?

Keisuke, 14:17

Wherever the night takes us c:

Check yes, Yuna, are you with me?

Rain is falling down on the sidewalk

I won’t go until you come outside 

Yuna🖤💙, 14:18

serenading me with We The Kings? a man after my own heart <3

Keisuke, 14:18

Is that a yes?

Yuna🖤💙, 14:19

when can i expect you here?

Keisuke, 14:19

SHE SAID YES!!

Uhhh I mean, I’ll be there around 8, if that’s okay with you? c:

Yuna🖤💙, 14:20

hahaha of course. are you eating anything beforehand? we’re making pancakes..

Keisuke, 14:20

I’m having dinner with my brother after work, but thank you for asking c: 

I won’t complain if you save me one to try.

Yuna🖤💙, 14:21

See you then :)

I sent him the address just in case he couldn’t remember where the building is and practically skipped out of the room. Mai was in the kitchen, enjoying a cup of tea, and waved me over to join her at our dining table. 

“Based on your red cheeks and the smile that’s not coming off I’m going to guess the first text conversation went well?”

“He’s coming over tonight. At 8. I need to shower. I need to clean my room.”

“Oh good heavens, please tell me you’ll be in your room and not venture out into the bathroom again,” she rolled her eyes.

“We’ll try to behave. Maybe we won’t even have sex tonight, we’ll watch a film, talk for a bit…”

“...feed him your vagina and feast on his dick, yeah, yeah, I get it.”

“Seriously, Mai, this man is making me feel tingly just thinking about seeing him again, but I may actually want something more with him.”

Mai’s expression switched into concern. I knew she wanted what was best for me and to protect me from my own stupid mistakes, but I doubt anyone could have a chance with Keisuke and not jump on it.

“Just don’t obsess over him to the point where you can’t see the real world anymore. That’s all. I get it, he’s hot, but you deserve a 10/10 personality, and not just a 10/10 appearance.”

I kissed her cheek and headed for the bathroom to take a shower and get my shit together.

I changed my outfit for the third time when the doorbell rang. Mai got up from the couch to open and I walked out into the hallway just as Keisuke walked in.

“Hey Kento,” Mai greeted as he simply smirked at her.

“Hello Mina.” His eyes found me and, having taken his shoes off, he joined me in my bedroom.

Just as the door was shutting Mai got her last remark in, “No screaming!”

Keisuke chuckled and turned to me, looking me up and down.

“I didn’t think I’d get to see you again, how are you?” 

I sat him down and joined him on the bed,

“I haven’t been able to get this stupid smile off my face ever since I walked out of your shop.” He caressed my cheek and I felt myself leaning into his touch when he pulled me closer to him and kissed me, taking my breath away.

After breaking the kiss for a breathing break he lay back onto the pillow he slept on the other night and looked at me with amusement on his face. I got closer to him, unsure of what exactly to do.

“Did you want to put a film on?” He offered. To be completely honest, I wanted him naked, suck his soul out, and have him break me in half, but I may have been rushing into things. 

He must have noticed the want in my eyes, because he sat up, closing the distance between us, and held my face before whispering,

“Or maybe we could get this pent-up need out of the way first,” he kissed my lips gently, “and then be at peace for about,” breaking his sentence he bit my bottom lip, “let’s say half an hour before,” this time the kiss was deeper, needier, “enjoying each other a little bit more, hm?” 

He rolled me over onto my back and gripped me tight. His hand snaked through my t-shirt to hold my breast, eliciting a desperate moan right into his mouth. His kisses trailed down to my neck, scraping his protruding canines across my skin, with a deft movement he slid my top over my head, leaving my breasts exposed to his hungry eyes.

“It was almost physically painful, thinking that I wouldn’t see you again, that I wouldn’t get to do this.” I gasped when he took my nipple into my mouth, his tongue swirling over it as his teeth nipped it playfully. My hand immediately went to the back of his head, grabbing a fistful of his hair to ground me. The hand he didn’t use to hold himself up went between my legs, dipping under my underwear an d directly between my lips already needy for his attention.

When I rolled my hips up into his hand to get more friction he lifted his head up, flashing a devilish grin and licking the tips of his canines, making me slippery wet.

“Why did you even bother putting these on? We don’t need to rip another pair, do we?” If I wasn’t already turned on, that would’ve done it. His voice was low with a raspy tone that made me feel feral for him.

“Keisuke please, I need your tongue”, I whined. With a grin he pulled down my panties and tossed them aside, his fingers still stroking lazily along my folds. I felt my breath hitch every time he passed the clit, desperately trying to raise my hips to meet his touch. 

“Patience, gorgeous, we’ll get there. I want to make you a bit needier first.”

Wow, what an asshat.

“Keisuke I’m-ah-I’m begging you, touch me, fuck,” my pleading seemed to work because he immediately dipped his head down and started feasting on my needy pussy. He moaned into my puffy lips, flicking his tongue over and around the clit, making me ascend with pleasure. My hand flew back to his head to grip his hair which dragged out a beautiful moan from his soft lips, now wet with my juices, buried in between my legs. His tongue was desperate, accompanied by his fingers pushing inside of me, curling to rub me just right and make me nearly scream into the dark room.

“Hold me tighter, sweetheart,” he squeezed out in between licks, making my grip tighten and I hoped I didn’t accidentally pull his hair out. Feeling another moan directed into my clit sent me into ecstasy, I could hear my heart thumping and my ears focusing on the sounds of Keisuke lapping up my juices like there was no tomorrow, and with that I came on his skilful tongue,

“K-fuuck Keisuke!” The look on his face was hungry for more, he wiped his face with his own hand and licked the wetness off. 

I reached for my drawer to get a condom, but he stopped my hand, grabbing his phone instead and showing me the screen. It was some kind of document, and when I tried to focus on reading it he explained,

“I got tested on Thursday, got the results yesterday,” he pointed at the bottom of the screen, “Completely clean.”

That made things a bit easier and possibly more exciting. “I’m on the pill and haven’t had sex in over a year. Got tested right after…the last time and I’m also clean.” 

His smile seemed to grow with every word I said so I dropped the condom and went right to taking off his clothes. When he was naked in front of me, his cock glistening with precum in all his glory, I reached to touch his lean body, admiring the pale skin of his stomach, littered with scars. I felt the sudden urge to kiss every single one of them. He gently pushed me back and grabbed one of my hair bobbles from the nightstand, holding it in his teeth to collect all the hair in a ponytail.

That trick is so hot, I needed his teeth all over me . 

He positioned himself in front of my entrance and started teasing his tip over my needy hole and puffy lips.

“You have no idea how much I wanted to feel you on my cock,” he looked down to where we were connected, “to feel your pussy squeeze me and make me weak.”

“What’s the holdup then, Keisuke-fuck- fuck ..ah fuck me already!” He didn’t need another push, he slammed into me, making me cry out, and lowered himself down on top of me to kiss me deeply before pulling almost all the way out and pushing in again. 

I was losing myself in him, his slow pants and moans directly into my ear were making it damn difficult to slow down the wave of pleasure that was swallowing me. My nails were leaving marks on his back, only encouraging him to go faster and harder. When I couldn’t hold it in anymore, I bit his lip and came with the most desperate moan. 

Keisuke lifted me up and switched positions, sitting up against the headboard and me sitting on his cock. Then I began bouncing myself on him and rolling my hips, his hands firmly on my hips helping me keep pace. I threw my head back and let out a groan while he attacked my collarbone with his teeth. 

Still keeping a steady pace, he licked up to my ear,

“You feel so good wrapped around my cock, taking it whole. Such a good girl so full of me. You’re all mine , all mine , just mine to- fuck -to please.” I quickly brought my head back to look at his face. The hunger in his eyes, his forehead sweating and loose strands of hair sticking to him. He looked feral, just like he had said I made him feel, with his distinguished canines. I took it all in.

“All yours?” I managed to squeeze out, holding onto his shoulders for balance.

“All mine. I’m not letting you go fuuck I need you. I need to hear you cum for me again. Say you’re mine.”

Through pants I whined, “I’m yours! I’m- fuck- I’m all yours! Take me how you want me Keisuke! Ah fuck I’m cumming all yours!”  

That made him trap my lips in his, swallowing my cry and fucking me through another orgasm. Slowing down slightly to give me some rest he swapped us back to the previous position, this time not leaning over me, but looking down at my naked form, still fucking into me.

“You look so good like this, a hot mess all because of me. Tell me you’re mine.”

I started slurring my words, “‘m all yours, Keisuke. I’m yours. Fuck keep going please…”

My pleasure began to build again, this time threatening to take me fast, almost crossing into overstimulation. My walls began tightening around his cock and his hip movements started getting irregular - he was getting close to finishing.

“Where do you want me to cum, sweetheart?” I couldn’t form my words properly anymore, I was so drunk on his cock hitting my cervix with each slam into me.

“ Ah inside please please Keisuke come inside me fuck,” that was the last straw for him, with a final grunt and thrust, he spilt inside of me. Just as I felt his warm sperm coat my insides, I came again, this time unable to take any more friction. He slowly pulled out and lowered himself to take a closer look at my leaking pussy. He smiled at me,

“You look so good with my cum spilling out of you.” With that, he licked my entrance, making me twitch with sensitivity, and hovered over me, kissing me with his sperm still on his tongue, making me taste the  mix of both, his cum and mine.

I couldn’t find the strength to reach for wet wipes to clean myself up, but he was already on it as soon as I pointed in their general direction. He cleaned me up, gently trying not to overstimulate me again, and tossed the wipes in the bin. I closed my eyes, completely exhausted, when I felt him climb into bed next to me and gently pull me closer to him. He kissed my sweaty forehead and I could hear him softly whisper, “You’re mine .”

If you've come this far then you may as well rb or like :) Constructive criticism is welcome as I hadn't written anything in YEARS before this so I am rusty af and don't have a beta reader :)

[beetusbritt]

[porcalinecunt]

valhalla? hazing? hazing via triple penetration? yum ྀི !

𓂃۶ৎ pledging is suppose to be easy, wasn’t it? not for this small frat that packs more heat then an entire mansion worth of men. now they got you sprawled out on the king sized bed, cock drunk and only caring about their cum stuffing all three of your abused holes. baji lies below you, large arms wrapped around your waist as his cock pistons itself in and out of your cunt. hanma, like the degenerate he is, stuffs your tight ass until he couldn’t reach any further anymore. kazutora stands at the edge of the bed, fucking your throat full as if you were a free fleshlight. as if that wasn’t enough, a swarm of palms slapped away at whatever part of you they can touch. face, ass, thighs, you name it! don’t think their language is kind too..not with the spew of derogatory names they spit at you. they’re so mean but how can you leave when you can cum three times a day now? a deal too good to pass up! ~ ♡

[puprdou]

Hello! May I ask for baji boyfriend headcanons?

haihai, hello, yes! this includes a bit of smut but it is mostly fluffy, hope you enjoy anonnie! ^^

boyfriend!baji keisuke who lets you, and only you play with his hair. he doesn’t even let his mom, ryoko baji, mess with his hair. he has a specific routine for it and everything, and is probably the only thing about himself he cares a lot about.

boyfriend!baji keisuke who met you from his school, when you had transferred and was put into his class. when you noticed him staying longer than usual, trying to work on some dumb math he couldn’t figure out, you had offered to tutor him. it sort of just.. advanced, from then on.

boyfriend!baji keisuke who always keeps an arm wrapped around you, or his hand on your body somewhere at all times whilst in public. whether it be holding your hand, having an arm slung over your shoulders to keep you close, or if it was just his hands on your waist, it didn’t matter.

boyfriend!baji keisuke who either takes you on the most romantic dates in the most secluded, beautiful spots to spend time with him, or he’ll take you on the most unromantic date ever. and even then, you’ll still enjoy it, cause your with the love of your life.

boyfriend!baji keisuke whenever your upset and mad at him, (it’s his fault every single time) he’ll always apologize after he gets over his own stubborn brashness, giving you little kisses and even going as far as to try making food for you; be it, it was burnt, but it was sweet nonetheless.

boyfriend!baji keisuke who introduced you to his mom in a nonchalant way, but, to you, it was obvious he was feeling anxious and nervous by the way he was fidgeting and looking everywhere but his mom. and, by the end of the day, he was pretty sure his mom loved you more than he does.

boyfriend!baji keisuke who never hides things from you; not when he got hurt, hell, you were the one who patches him up. not when you think he’s doing something on his phone, cause he’ll give it to you to go through all you please. he never hides anything from you, because he has no reason to.

boyfriend!baji keisuke who loves your chest; whether or not you had breasts, or if you transitioned, or if you just didn’t have any at all, he didn’t care, he loved it. he’ll be burying his face into your chest every single chance he gets, latching his lips onto the nub and sucking like a man starved.

boyfriend!baji keisuke who has a low sex drive; but, when he’s around you, he swears his dick is hard at almost all times. especially when you sit on your lap, your butt pressing against him. and, oh, god, he’s rock hard whenever you’re being extra clingy and needy, giving him kisses all along the sensitive column of his neck.

boyfriend!baji keisuke who’ll always keep his tough act up in public, but he visibly is softer with you. it’s completely different behind closed doors—he’s like a little baby who just wants to be in your arms constantly. whenever you photograph or video it, however, he gets so embarrassed and offended, cause he knows you’ll use it against him someday.

boyfriend!baji keisuke who desperately went to his mom on the day before your anniversary, to ask what he should get you. he doesn’t know what kind of stuff you would like; he was never interested in girls, or boys when he was a teen. you were his first love.

boyfriend!baji keisuke who ended up buying the best gift he could possibly think of that day, thanks to his mothers advice. was it a good idea? maybe, maybe not. are the both of you still a bit young? yeah, yeah, but that’s okay.

boyfriend!baji keisuke who, the day after, on the both of yours’ anniversary, got down on one knee at the restaurant he’d taken you to. he was visibly sweating and fidgeting, clearing his throat the entire night, and now you knew why, as he asked you to marry him.

boyfriend!baji keisuke who was a happy man, now known as your fiance. ♡

© 2025 𝐏𝐔𝐏𝐑𝐃𝐎𝐔, all rights reserved. please do not copy, modify, steal or translate my works onto other social media platforms.

[aomiiine]

if u take requests, thought u would write it perfectly- the scene of casey getting the call but its with baji and reader !!

૮ ོ ❤︎ ོ𑁬 ────𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄!BAJI KEISUKE where someone calls you late at night, pulling you in with dangerous flirting. warning(s) -> fem!reader. heavily suggestive. mdni. near on phone-fucking, mean/sassy!baji, stalking, pet names (princess, darling, baby), no killing threats/mentions, voice kink, i played around w it a bit, hope you don’t mind!! wc is 1.2k

author’s comment : HIII!! i was actually thinking bout closing requests for kinktober but THIS got me going. WHDJSJ IM FLATTERED u think i would write this well, hope I did it justice!! + update ab my brahms!baji fic, should take at least another day or two for me to finally finish!

It was late at night, and you were alone, parents out for a business trip for a few days. Like any other young adult would, you took the chance to enjoy the days you had alone with your friends and most importantly, alone.

You laid on your bed, tummy down, legs thrown up and swinging slowly as you gossiped and giggled with your best friend through the phone, fingers idly twirling strands of your hair.

“Sorry, I gotta go. I’m starving,” you sighed with a playful chuckle, pulling the phone away from your ear to hang up the call. You shifted on the bed and slid off the edge of it, getting up to leave the bedroom and sprint down the stairs with a soft hum, happily making your way over to the kitchen.

The kitchen was bright, unlike your backyard. The lights had gone out recently due to some problems with the wires. Dad should’ve done something ‘bout the damn lights before leaving, you thought, walking around the kitchen counter to check the fridge to search for whatever snack that interested you.

Finding nothing much, you grabbed one of the lollipops on the top shelf of the fridge’s door, closing it shut right after. You unwrapped it with ease, popping the sweet into your mouth and walking over to the sliding door that showed your backyard, tugging on the sheer curtains to make you feel less naked.

You backed away from the glass doors with a few steps, eyes lingering on the eerie garden outside as if waiting for something to move or pop up. Despite yourself, you brushed off the paranoia, turning around to exit the kitchen.

But without even being a distance away from the sliding doors, your landline phone rang.

“Who the fuck?” you muttered beneath your breath instinctively, approaching the phone and grabbing it from its base. Without hesitation, you answered it, annoyed at the ringing.

“Hello?”

“Hi, is this ___?”

The gravelly male voice you heard from the other side of made you tense, feet rooted at the spot you were in.

“Yeah? What’s it to you?”

Though your retort sounded brave, your brows were already furrowed, fingers gripping on the phone flinching once or twice.

“Woah, no need to get rough on me there, bad girl. Just wanna know who I’m talking to is all,” he scoffed, attempting to make the situation seem harmless.

“Then give me yours,” you insisted, your tone brooking no argument now that you’re feeling as if you’re being pranked by some bored college fuck that had nothing better to do.

“Not happening, princess,” the deep voice scoffed humourlessly, the breathy laugh he exhaled in the end making your heart race involuntary. How the fuck were you finding his voice alone hot?

“Bye then,” you retorted without missing a beat, withdrawing the phone from your ear quickly, finger ready to end the call.

“Wait.”

And you halted.

“What?” You sighed, looking at the phone quizically before bringing it back up to your ear.

“I’ll tell you my name. Only if you tell what’s your favourite scary movie.”

“Very funny. I’m not that desperate to know your name, big guy,” your hand reached up to twirl a finger then two around stray strands of your hair, eyes fixated on the marble kitchen counter as you waited for a response.

“Yeah? Then why you still on the phone with me, princess?” He drawled, the pet name coming off so sickeningly taunting it made your brows scrunch up.

“Shut up, I’m no ‘princess’ to you, mister,” you refuted, feet tapping on the floor, clearly getting agitated at him.

“Answer the question, princess,” he spoke again, ignoring the clear disapproval you had of him calling you that pet name.

“Halloween. That guy with a white mask, walks around and stalks baby sitters,” you finally answered, rolling your eyes at him even though he couldn’t see it. “What’s yours?” you returned the question, stupidly.

“Guess.”

“Hmm.. creepy guy like you would probably like Nightmare On Elm Street,” you answered, fingers curling around your hair still like a girl talking to a blind date behind curtains.

“Ah, is that the one with a guy that had knives for fingers?”

“Yeah, Freddy Kruger,” you pin-pointed, looking around the kitchen with a small smile, finding it pretty fun talking about scary movies all of the sudden, the topic something you rarely discussed about with others.

“I liked that movie. It was scary,” he emphasised, as if trying to scare off a child. Plus, were you crazy, or did he seemed like he was enjoying the conversation as much as you were?

“Well, the first one was, but the rest sucked,” you countered, lips curling downwards in a slight frown as you recalled the rest of the Nightmare On Elm Street movies, the memories not so fond.

“So.. you got a boyfriend?” That question alone caught you off guard, fingers twirling your hair freezing for a moment before you dropped your hand.

“Hm, why? You wanna ask me out on a date?” The way you said that sounded way more interested than you would have liked, but you were more focused on his reply than that at the moment. Were you seriously gonna give this creepy guy hope that he had a chance with you? C’mon, where the hell are your standards?

“Maybe. Do you have a boyfriend?” He asked again, sounding just as intrigued as you were. It made you keep going.

“No,” you uttered, tilting your head to the side before you walked around the kitchen, stepping close to the sliding door that led to your backyard. You added on, “You haven’t told me your name.”

“How about I tell you something way more interesting than my name, princess,” he answered, clearly avoiding the question.

“How about I tell you about the gorgeous girl I’m looking at right now, standing behind sheer white curtains in her kitchen.”

You swore you were about to drop the phone right that moment, a shuddered breath leaving your lips and reaching his eager ears.

“That was a pretty sound you made there, darlin’. I wanna hear it again. Wanna hear you breathless, out of fear—and maybe pleasure.”

Your lips clamped shut, swallowing the saliva in your mouth. You couldn’t budge. The fear you felt initially came back ten fold this time. He was practically telling you he was watching you. Somewhere, somehow, you didn’t know. But now you couldn’t help but feel embarrassed along with the fear. His eyes were on you all along.

Could he have seen it? You twirling your hair and grinning during your little back and forths. Fuck, did he witness the way you bit your lip grudgingly when he kept on calling you ‘princess’ with that voice of his even after you told him not to?

Then you recalled his words again.

‘Maybe pleasure’?

“What do you mean?” you kept on talking to him, like the insistent brat you were. “What do you mean with the last part?”

“I didn’t ask if you had a boyfriend for nothing, baby.”

Your lashes fluttered, turning your back against the glass door and leaning against it, your teeth nibbling on the soft flesh of your lower lip.

“You’re weird,” you mumbled.

“You’re even weirder for flirting with a serial killer,” he grinned behind the phone, gaze utterly fixated on you as you contemplated your choices, pleased by the response your body had to his words.

[dragonsoulage]

He doesn’t deserve you - pt.1

Pt.2, pt.3, pt.4, pt.5

feat Baji Keisuke

You were such a cute girl and so pretty, although you were taken by an insolent asshole as boyfriend. While Baji will try to make you open your eyes to it. Telling you how he would treat his girl, how you deserved so much better…starting by dancing with you.

Sooooo here we are, my 12k Baji fic splitted up into 5 parts. Enjoy the little fan fiction. This here is part one in the coming days I will upload part 2 🤣🤌🏻 idk I had fun writing this. Since I am a little obsessed with my emo diva here 🤌🏻🤌🏻✨✨so in this story you start to be taken and your boyfriend is shit. Baji likes you and over all having this little journey with him until you become his. In this story there will be like fluff maybe a little angst and as final smutty smut. 🌚

Wordcount: 3,0k

Warnings: fluffy, a little angst like your boyfriend doesn’t treat you right, swearing

It was a night like every other good night, at least for Baji Keisuke, sitting somewhere in a small club, with his friends, Chifuyu right next to him.

Boys, talking about important stuff of Toman.

But over all, besides the business, they were there to have a good time.

Seeing pretty girls, talking to them. Dancing, maybe even enjoying a drink.

All stuff just to simply fucking live.

Just so he did.

Although for you, this night was not that great, not at all at least.

You were in the club with your boyfriend, he desperately wanted to come so badly to the club, so much you even forced yourself to come with him.

You were kinda feeling not good about the fact when he would come alone or with just his own friends. Furthermore, you always had a certain gut feeling, even when you mostly tried to shake it off as stupid paranoia.

But when you indeed had a good mood, your boyfriend ruined it.

You so adorably wanted to dance with him, standing there, gently grabbing the hand of him.

But he made a scene...

"The fuck no, I don't dance with you. It's embarrassing." he huffed at you, making your pretty eyes go all sad.

"I mean it...it could be fun, you know many other couples do that." you tried to reason just too weak, you were insecure as soon as you noticed you made him mad with a simple gesture because you were in a good mood.

After some looking around you caught Bajis eye, you were indeed a pretty one.

He loved your facial features, the way how you had smiled until he saw you wanted to dance with the guy that was out of his sight, mostly your boyfriend.

He had seen a lot of these couples.

When the girl was so hopelessly loyal and forgiving, wanting to be good and always searched the fault by herself.

While the boyfriend was simply a piece of shit, ignoring the adorable girl next to him.

Making her feel guilty for wanting to have fun.

Making her feel stupid for things like dancing.

Baji couldn't hear you or your boyfriend, but it was clear what this was about.

"Poor girl." he sighted golden eyes locked onto the scene from afar. Chifuyu turning around to him, following his gaze, taking in the display.

You sat there now, with a heavy sigh and hold your empty glass in the hand while your boyfriend seemed to be angry.

"They seem to have a fight...but we shouldn't step in. Not when we don't have a reason." Chifuyu stated, tilting his head.

The black haired man chuckled, turning his head before sipping on his drink.

"Yeah, right...it's just sad to look at. She could do so much better." Baji explained, maybe a little to himself.

He might not know you and simply thought you were pretty but well, the display how you acted now after your boyfriend blamed you. Trying to be a quiet, shy mouse, not wanting to do anything that might make the dog angry.

Some more minutes went by, and well the whole situation...you just wanted a little dance, nothing more made your boyfriend feel caught.

He wanted to go to the club, he wanted to dance...just not with you.

But he wasn't a guy who would break up, after all, who would he come home to when you were not there? Who would sit there like the loyal, sweet girl you were? No one, and yet he wanted to have side chicks.

While you tried to find out what you did wrong.

Your boyfriend stood up with an annoyed sigh, you wanted to grab his hand, but he slipped off.

"I am going home." he grumbled and simply left you all alone. You sat there trying to gather your thoughts.

Oh, you looked endearing when your brows knit a little together, while your finger played with the thin edge of the glass. It made Baji tilt his head, following your every possible thought in your head.

So it was all about the damn dance, he thought.

When yourself decided to go after your boyfriend wanting to grab your phone and turning around to go, you were stopped.

"Hey there, when he does not want to dance with you, I'll gladly take his place." when you looked up, you saw a handsome face.

Golden eyes flashing slightly in the light that went over the club, so dimly.

He grinned, two sharp, pointy teeth flashing at you.

Oh, and his black long hair that framed his sharp features.

You were a little stunned that someone decided to walk up to you.

"Oh, eh that's nice I mean really I appreciate that but-" you wanted to decline, like good girls always did.

Wanted to run after your shitty boyfriend who just left you.

"I don't want anything in return, pretty. Just don't want you to leave the club without the dance you wanted. That's all. And then you still could run your bitchy boyfriend after." he offered was genuine. Yeah, he liked dancing with pretty girls, of course he did.

After all, he was Baji Keisuke, but he had a heart.

A good heart, actually.

You stood there a little torn between this offer, it made you believe there were still good people around. And he made it sound obviously that your boyfriend didn't appreciate you.

"I am just not sure, not that it would come weird. You know I love my boyfriend." you said, insecure, brushed a strand of hair out of your face.

Damn, how much, did that bastard made you insecure?

You were sweet, like candy fucking sweet.

"I am not here to make you uncomfortable, when you don't want, it is fine. Just thought you deserve at least one good thing here, when you dolled up yourself for that club. So?" his argument weren't even that bad, he could see the flicker in your eye.

This evening could have been great, but your boyfriend decided to make it bad.

You deserved at least one good moment, right?

And dancing is far from cheating, he was a stranger that just wanted to be nice to you.

You took a deep breath, bringing the phone back inside your bag.

"I think I can indulge for a moment, so with who I have the honor?" you replied, and there was that smile he wanted to see.

He grabbed your hand then bringing it up to face level.

"You have the honor with Baji Keisuke." he said before he gently gave you a peck on your hand.

Damn, he was charming, cocky but charming.

Kinda made you feel a little blushy.

But it was all innocent, of course it was.

Baji just wanted that you had a good time, and when he could do that? Why the hell not?

And there you two stood, it was a more slow song that played. So it was not like bodies rubbing and grinding against each other, besides that this never would have been an option for you.

You two gently swayed over the floor. His large hands on your waist, while yours laid on his broad shoulders. When he looked down, he truly thought you were adorable. Your face, your whole expression. Baji could even see how thoughtful you were, you were thinking.

"Eyes up here, beautiful." he said to you in a softer voice, made you look up at him.

You still thought about the situation before. "Sorry, I just-" you wanted to say, but he flashed that smirk with his pointy, sharp teeth.

"You just couldn't stop thinking, hm?" he asked, before you felt how he hold you securely.

"It's so obvious, huh?" you replied, still swaying to the song, tilting your head.

"I literally can see your brain working, but enjoy the moment. You wanted to dance, so here we are." he meant a voice wrapping around you, wanting to make your head dizzy. You bit down your bottom lip. Likewise, you were shy, he liked it.

"Oh, and I enjoy it, I really do. It's just the fact how it came to this." you told him before he made you twirl in his arm so you gelt his breath right next to your ear.

"It is not your fault. You never leave your girl alone in the middle of anywhere even when you had a fight, one of the rules." you said twirling you back, what made you feel like your heart jumped. Your pretty eyes widened to his words, before the song slowly went over.

Your eyes flickered to be a little sad again, you knew it, you always knew it, but you couldn't let loose. Always hoping that a loving boyfriend you once knew would return. Waiting for something that would never happen. Doomed to be patient. You weren't one who snapped, barely had a backbone to stand up for yourself.

A reason more why this move of your boyfriend was shit.

"One of the rules? So more rules exist?" he noticed how you tried to avoid his original question.

After the song was over, he walked you back to the bar, leaning against it with his back.

Eyes roaming over you, taking you in. Damn, you were hot, he was sure he would want to pull you when you were single. But he indeed was interested in you, not just because he wanted you, but he didn't want to let a sweet girl like you, rot in a relationship that would make you fade...

"Oh, there are plenty of more rules. For example..." he started turning to the Barista, made a sign with his fingers and told the guy to make a drink.

When you suddenly got shoved over a Blue Moon Cocktail, he thought it could be quite fitting for you.

"You don't need to buy me a drink." the way you said it with a guilty conscience.

Although you didn't need to have any, you made clear you had a boyfriend. And Baji just wanted to be nice to you. Not wanting to make you go in the next corner to make out, although technically he wouldn't mind it.

"One of the rules, you take care of your girl. Not my fault I didn't make them, pretty." he chuckled, before he got his own drink.

He simply wanted to demonstrate, how to treat a girl, make clear you deserved to be treated better, far better.

His eyes flirty, but he was still walking the thin line.

"You are gambling, aren't you?" you asked then when you took the drink and looked up at him.

When you took a sip, your eyes lit up because you enjoyed the taste, you were surprised.

"Well, this one is sweet." you mumbled, made him chuckle.

"Something sweet for the cutie, you know? But besides all that... I may be gambling, but mostly I just want to make clear you understand that you could do much better...without him." he said it, a little serious after his flirty line.

And this was the moment you kinda gave in, kinda let the reality sink in. Baji wasn't even a guy who tried to make you land on him, he just showed you that you got treated like shit. Without barely knowing you, but he observed enough to fucking know it.

This was the fact he even stepped over to you in the first place.

He maybe shouldn't intervene in the relationship with you and your boyfriend, but that didn't mean he shouldn't let you know you could have it better. Even when you would be alone.

"Without him? Everyone says this, none of my friends like him. But...but what is even expected of me? I mean, he wasn't always like this, you know." you then let a glimpse shine through how you felt about it.

"And this is the point, you wait, and you wait. So long...you wait until he took everything from you, he could get, until he is the one leaving you. And don't get me wrong, you are sweet, caring...but you are insecure because of him. It would break you." Baji meant sipping his drink, looking down at your smaller frame. The way your eyes darted around anywhere else than his face, because he spoke the truth.

Maybe hearing it from a stranger was making it clearer. Making you see what goes wrong.

"I know... I fucking know that, and yet I can bring myself to just say: Fuck you, I am leaving." you replied a little frustrated. He turned around to you, grabbing your chin slightly, making you now look in his face.

"You are hot, fucking adorable. You are so out of his league...you don't even realize that, huh?" Baji made clear you understand every word he said.

When he said you were hot and adorable, you felt your heart flutter just a tiny bit. It was so long ago someone said this with really meaning it to you. Your cheeks flushed, too stunned to speak.

"What? I am just honest here with you. I mean, when I wouldn't know you had a boyfriend, you can bet I would have tried to pull you. Aaaand... I know I am no saint, but your boyfriend is a damn asshole, he doesn't deserve someone as kind as you." he added and even when his voice was playful, damn he was serious.

Probably he wouldn't see you again, but that was the reason he was telling you that. Simply hoping you finally would see what you were worth, and breaking up with a piece of shit, who didn't know what he had.

"When I wouldn't have a boyfriend, maybe I would have let you pull me." you answered and you two locked eyes, ever that you would say something like that. The moment you said this, you felt bad about it. Bad because of your boyfriend. But for what? Feeling bad because someone finally made you feel a little cherished? Even when Baji Keisuke was a stranger to you.

But before anything further could be said, you felt a hand on you.

Damn, your boyfriend came back, he looked angry, so angry.

Coming back to collect you? Well, kinda, but more because his own friends said it was not ok to leave you alone in the club.

"What are you doing here? Like, hanging out with other guys really?" he threw that to you before you could even say that nothing happened at all.

"Hey there, calm down, she was just doing what you are supposed to do at the club." Baji intervenes then, trying to calm it. Although, he simply wanted to punch this guy in his face. He felt like he wanted, but for the sake of you he didn't.

"Excuse me? Supposed to do? Standing there with a cheap version of a Toman member?" your boyfriend snapped back, he had seen the attire and recognized it. But when he brought Toman into the game, he could have that.

While you were totally oblivious of the fact Baji was a Toman Member, you didn't even notice it at first.

Bajis eyes turned a little darker, much colder now. The air around seemed to thicken up with tension.

Holding back, just because the stress it would cause you when he actually would make your boyfriend flew to the other side of the club.

You looked apologetic over to Baji trying to grab your boyfriends arm.

"We should just go honey, I explain this to you." you said hastily just wanting that this situation is over.

You hated when it came to confrontation. You were simply terrible in handling this.

"Say it, come on. Say it again. You are fucking afraid, I can smell that from here." Baji growled, the expression so different from what you had seen on him.

But your boyfriend? He wasn't sure how to react at all, wanting to start a fight, but now...could he really take Baji?

"Afraid of what? That you try to hit me? Guess what, I pull on your long ass hair, did you really think a Toman member would have chance by my girl? She was just playing nice, how she always does." your boyfriend shot back, taking off your hand of him.

"Playing nice? Guess you never play nice with her." Baji didn't even try to censor his words and his opinion, why should he?

You stepped the in between. So both looking at you, Baji more understating then your irritated boyfriend.

"I think it's better when we go. I am tired." you said right into the face of your boyfriend. You were tired, it was true, tired of getting treated like this, exhausted because you always needed to fight for attention or love.

Baji took the moment while your boyfriend looked at you. Slipping a little card inside your bag.

It was the card of the pet shop he worked, together with Kazutora. Just for the case, you ever wanted to hang out with him again, wanted to take a moment off from that shithole of a relationship...or when you finally would break up.

With a sigh he stepped away then, letting you handle the situation you needed to do so often.

You went home with your boyfriend, but not before flashing a look behind you. Just to see the nearly sinister eyes, Baji had when he watched you walking away with a guy who doesn't deserve you.

You were such a lovely girl, he hated knowing that. You would be wasted on someone like him.

You would fade, when you wouldn't decide to change your own path, when you finally would start thinking, that your well-being is important too.

Your eyes looked really sad when they flashed in the club light as you gave him a last goodbye nod.

Before he saw you leaving out of the door, into the cold night air.

[relliwritingbish]

It starts like it always does.

He’s over for dinner, laughing with your brother in the kitchen, that easy confidence dripping off him like cologne. You try to ignore him. Want to act like his presence doesn’t set your nerves on fire, but the second your eyes meet across the room, everything stills.

He looks at you like he shouldn’t. Like he knows it. Like he doesn’t care.

Later that night, the house is quiet. Everyone else is asleep. You walk into the hallway and nearly run into him—shirt untucked, hair messy, like he’s just stepped out of a dream you’re not supposed to be having.

He freezes when he sees you. You both do.

“You should be in bed,” he says, voice low, husky.

“So should you.”

A beat. A breath. And then his eyes drag slowly down your body, linger at your lips. “We both know this is a dangerous game.”

“Then why are you still standing here?” Your heart starts pounding, a little too loudly.

He steps forward. Just enough to make your back hit the wall. His hand brushes your waist. His mouth is close enough that your skin tingles. “Because I’m tired of pretending I don’t want you.”

You inhale sharply, caught between thrill and fear. “My brother would kill you.”

“Then let’s not give him a reason to find out.”

When he kisses you, it’s reckless.

It's hungry and desperate, months of restraint snapping all at once. His hands explore with familiarity and hesitation, like he’s memorized every inch of you in his imagination and now finally dares to touch.

It’s a secret. It’s a mistake.

But neither of you is stopping.

Not tonight.

[kuronekobaji]

i request your take on bully!baji thank u <3

MINORS DNI !!!

!! ~ warnings: NSFW , filthy shit, baji’s real mean in this (but i swear he likes us) , degradation, primal pray if you squint, lowkey dubcon (??) bits of voyeurism maybeee (he shows u off in the rudest way), you’re just a ray of sunshine and he wants to snap you in half. something something cuteness aggression but taken to a slightly different level

ᡣ𐭩 ~ synopsis : you attend the same school/college as a well-known delinquent, the notorious captain of toman’s first division. you’re not someone who’s too uptight or snooty, but you steer away from violence and things of the like. to everyone, you’re an angel and a dream come true. to keisuke baji… well — he’s having trouble accepting the existence of someone so perfect. so of course, he needs to break you.

ᡣ𐭩 ~ genre : smut, kind of angst ??

note : this isn’t reaaalllyyy a well-put fic, it’s just uh. a drabble of my thoughts on bully!baji .. giggling …. not proof-read sawry :(( testing some new dividers n stuff with this … i hope it’s okay!

꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶ ๋࣭ ⭑꒷꒦

keisuke baji — a regular student at your building, in the same class as you. he’s not too popular, usually keeping to himself unless a student requests his help or something of the like. he wasn’t some no-life tormentor, per se, but… that changed a little when you strolled into his life, with those cute shoes of yours and the cheerful swagger you always sported.

he’s been raised to be a gentleman. someone respectful, especially toward women. he never had urges to torture or toy with another person, so he’d never even leaned into that kind of thing. he never saw the point in it.

all of the lessons beaten into him seemed to fade into nothing the instant his intense bronze eyes laid upon you.

keisuke is used to good people and bad, annoying ones and less annoying ones, people who push his buttons and people who provide him calm. hell, his closest friend group can explain the people he’s dealt with in his lifetime. there’s not much that can faze him. not a mentally ill teen who knows how to peel off people’s fingernails, not a gentle caregiver whose goal is to become a designer, not a freakishly strong blond gremlin who has far too much of a sweet tooth — not a broken arm, not a goddamn stab wound.

so how come you of all people, have caught his attention?

was it the way you carry yourself? confident, but not arrogant? that friendly smile you give to just anyone whose way you look? the gorgeous clothes you always seemed to sport, or the fact you’d still be beautiful wearing a trash-bag? how people seem to light up at the very sight of you? no, no. it couldn’t be that. keisuke’s never been one to care for people’s opinions. rumours were nothing short of bullshit to him, and the same went for how his schoolmates would describe each other. he’d always have to see for himself.

and when he did, oh, god help him — he was pissed.

he couldn’t stand it. couldn’t stand you. just that adorable laugh of yours sent his blood boiling, and stars, how you looked up at him with those pretty eyes? how your voice sounded, speaking to him in that gratingly cheery tone? he wanted to wipe that innocent look off your pretty face and show you just who the fuck you were talking to. he’d never felt this much conflict in his life.

your mouth hadn’t shut up once during his time around you, and it made him want nothing more than to force his length down your throat until you couldn’t speak. you were like a goddamn mosquito to him, except you had a sweet personality and devastating hips. that stupidly gleeful voice of yours… he’d sometimes stay awake wondering what your moans would sound like. or how you’d sound begging him not to fuck you in the middle of a lecture.

the first time you spoke to him, the conversation was short. curt, strained. he’d walked off almost as soon as he approached you, practically fuming at that. it left you confused, but you’d just assumed he was having a bad day. he seemed rather unapproachable, but that didn’t stop you. it never did. after all, how could one make friends if they’re so quick to judge? so, to be his friend, you attempted to casually approach him, help him out in class or offer him your lunch. who knows, he could’ve been a softie underneath all that tough exterior!

poor, poor, naïve you.

that was your personal gateway to hell.

now you were desperately trying to avoid him. from seeking him out nearly every chance you get, to running away the instant you hear he’s within your vicinity. for some unholy reason, you never succeeded. you’d think he was hunting you down with how conveniently he always seemed to be around the corner.

loser, slut, whore, idiot, stupid girl, dumb bitch. those were his favourite nicknames for you. especially when he’d give you twisted praise for obeying his fucked up demands. laughing at how your shirt would drench when he pours water on it, pretty pink bra peeking through the transparent fabric. you’d throb at the animalistic sneer he’d bare when you’re in misery caused by him.

randomly flipping up your skirt, slamming you against the lockers. there were times even his friends — more like minions — would assist him. he’d even go so far as to snatch you away from your own friends to pull you into the janitor’s closet or the bathroom. bending you over the bathroom counter and spreading you apart, recording the entire thing. he’s never been so immature with anyone before. not enough to take their lunch or even give them shit about the food they brought, but he was hellbent on harassing you.

you’d try complaining to the teachers, to the principal, but none of them would believe you. even if they did, they were terrified of actually dealing with keisuke. every time you were in the principal’s office with him, he’d just smirk and keep silent. not even make an attempt to deny your claims or shut you down, because he knew all of it was true — and he knew that the principal wouldn’t do shit. he didn’t have a black belt in multiple forms of martial arts just for show, after all. sometimes you’d beg your fellow students to back you up, or to atleast help you, but they’d just shuffle their feet and pray the raven-haired man wasn’t around.

“sorry, [name].”

“i… i can’t right now. i’ve got, um, homework to do.”

“can’t you just tell the teachers about this?”

“baji? you want me to save you from baji?”

“[name], i— oh, fuck! i-i have to go, sorry!”

all a bunch of pathetic excuses. he might as well have been a tyrant, and you the unfortunate object of his ‘favour’.

there were times he’d just throw all of your things onto the ground and watch you helplessly pick them up. drop his own pencil and flatly say to you, “whoops. better pick that up for me, loser.”

loser. you couldn’t believe he had the audacity to call you such a name. he was the one obsessed with you, not the other way round!

but the way your underwear would soak at just the sound of his deep voice and how your thighs would tense when his muscular forearms or those stupidly obnoxious metal rings of his come into sight say otherwise. how you’d wear shorter skirts and cuter panties around him, even if by just an inch. he’d notice. he notices everything, that stupidly perceptive bastard.

for the first time, he was totally gratified that his grades weren’t the best. he’d always had trouble in school, but over time, he got better. still… they weren’t 80’s and over, or a’s. so that gave him the perfect opportunity to choose you to become his tutor.

it was the most torturous time of the school week for you.

bent over his desk, cock stuffed in your cunt, he’d order you to recite every line of the page in your textbook. and when you’d stutter, you’d earn a harsh smack to your ass.

and in the library? he obviously didn’t care about privacy when it came to you. he’d only get pissed if others were ogling you, but the fact that it would always be his dick inside you and never theirs calmed him down a little. even if they’d try… he’d break their bones. laugh at how they could never — no one ever — be able to fuck you the way he could.

you couldn’t even call them tutoring sessions. he’d act difficult on purpose and lie with that poker face of his, tell you that he doesn’t quite get the material and if you let him eat you out he might understand. the only things he’d learn during your own classes for him are your sweet spots. areas he could abuse over and over until you’re just a crying mess with his cum in between and on your soft thighs.

he was utterly obscene and obsessed with you. as much as he’d hate to admit it, deny that what he feels for you is real. how your beautiful eyes would fill with tears, stirring a sadistic side of him that he never even thought he’d comprehend. how tightly your weeping pussy would clamp on his girth, how your pretty little hands would grab onto his broad shoulders or his sift through and tug at his silky jet-black hair. it sent him reeling.

“well? get to it, slut,” he’d snarl, yanking your head toward his cock you’d often have difficulty taking. one hand fisted in your locks, the other recording this absolutely vile scene. your glossy lips would quiver, and he wouldn’t even bother hiding a cruel scoff at the sight. you were so adorable. the perfect girl. “maybe i should send this to all those boyfriends of yours.”

“no, baji, pl—!”

“aht! what the fuck did i say?”

“keisuke, please, please don’t send them—“

“tch... jus’ shut up and put your mouth to use already. tired of your yapping— aaah, fuck. that’s it. attagirl.”

by the end of every interaction with him — every single one — your heart would be broken. cheeks stained with tears, shame settling in your gut. even more shame due to the fact you know he thinks you’re even more stunning when you cry. the worst, soul-eating kind of shame when you realise your cunt is aching and you want him all over again.

oh, keisuke baji — what a cruel, cruel man, only relentless and resentful towards you. relentlessly and resentfully in love with you.

[metranart]

Ask me nice... and I might think about it.

Draken x reader, Toman! Draken x Enemy gang! Reader, enemies to lovers, TOKYO REVENGERS, raging hormones and secret obsessions, Draken has a breeding kink.

- 𖦹 Warning tags: Toman! Draken x Enemy gang! Reader, rough sex, shameless smut, dominance, glorious orgasms, creampie, Draken has a breeding kink, breeding, explicit sexual consent, sexual tension, obsession, possessive behavior, shameless flirting, unprotected sex, marking, hair pulling, scratching, enemies to lovers, unrequested pregnancy. -

Draken had curse a thousand times since he had had to stay to take care of you: a member of the enemy gang who would be interrogated for information on Monday…. unfortunately, it was Friday and there were two days left until then… so there he was, playing babysitter with you: the impertinent brat.

More than once you had already tried to attack him, and in the last attempt, he had to tie you to him with handcuffs. Between the struggle, things had gotten out of control.... not to mention, that the heat wave sweeping through Tokyo wasn't helping him keep a cool head either.

Both were heavily panting, limbs tangled in each other as Draken’s gaze drank you whole. Your pants were out of place, lower than should have been, revealing what seemed to be the matching lingerie for the destroyed bra, your hair was taunting mess, sweat rolling down your flushed skin… the image you gave was tempting as hell, ordering Draken to fall over the edge and take you with him. 

"D-Draken?" your feeble voice muttered breathlessly.

“Ken.” He corrected, “Not Draken.” 

His free hand started to travel down slowly. Giving you ample time to pull away before he was softly cupping your cheek, tilting his head to the side as he studied you attentively.

“We'll still be enemies in the morning-” He cleared his throat and you blinked, dumbly.

“We are still enemies now.” You clarified and that sharp, toothy smile on his face told you everything.

God, your heart was racing, your chest filling with flames.

“—Then the handcuffs stay.” 

You were about to complain when he slowly yanked at your handcuffed wrist in a gentle pull and began to guide it down.  “In exchange, I’ll give you this,” he murmured, bringing it down to cup his cock over the pants. “I won’t be gentle. But I, sure as hell, will make you feel good.”

Fuck, he was rock hard under your palm, throbbing and swollen for you. You gulped, and he licked his lips.

“What if you…-” Your hand carefully breached under the hem of his pants, and his whole body trembled when you began to caress his cock.  His warm skin felt like silk under your hand, pulsing with life.  “-What if you uncuff me and I can use both my hands?”

“No,” he grunted immediately. “No until I can trust you, it’ll be a—” his breath caught when you give him a good, rough squeeze.  “—a show of good faith.”

“Are you sure you don’t want both my hands on you?” you reasoned, wrapping your legs around him to bring him closer. He allowed it cautiously. “One to jack you off while the other plays with your balls—” 

“I know what you’re doing,” he told you flat out, though he made no attempt to stop you at all. He just growled low in his throat when you bit down onto his neck, one of his hands landing hard on your thigh and locking down onto it tight.  “And it won’t work, darlin’… not with what I have planned for the evening.”

“I could try crying again,” you teased breathlessly, squeezing his cock once more and feeling him shudder.

“Ngh! I knew you were faking it before—” he gasped when you brushed your thumb over the swollen tip, dampening the fabric covering his neck with your hot breaths, it was your turn to smirk.  

“If you knew, why did you follow along?” You wondered, slowly starting to jerk him off. 

Draken didn’t answer, how can he tell you that he had a soft spot for pretty, cunning woman. He just panted like a dog next to your ear, your grip tight and strong, and he practically succumbed bracing on one arm at the side of your face to be able to hold himself up. 

“What if I just ask you really, really nicely, Ken?”  You whispered, speeding up your hand. “Will it work if I ask you to please fuck me without the handcuffs?  Please?  And then If you want, you can tie me to the bed? Or maybe…. You fancy something else—”  

Draken abruptly groaned, pinning you down with a way, too aroused glare.  “—I want to cum inside you.”

You held still as a fucking statue under him. Cum inside you? You weren’t on the pill, you could get pregnant, it was very risky, but it was even riskier being tied to him. If he took off the handcuffs you could at least try to escape once he fell asleep and then you would go to the pharmacy for a 'morning after' pill, that sounded like a good enough plan.

You squirmed a little bit under his unreadable gaze, before you decided. “You need so bad to fill me with your pups, Subcommander?”

“Unbelievable,” Draken murmured softly. He sounded truly mystified by you. Almost reverent.

You blinked at him, confused and suddenly he grinned again.

“I´ve been looking so hard for a person to call m-mine…”  He seemed like he was trying to find the right words to describe what was going through his mind, but he couldn’t.  “…a-and finally found it-… in my enemy.”

Your heart skipped a beat, to then ran rampant against your ribcage. The way Draken was looking at you should be illegal, so endearingly, so devoted, so— NO! you couldn’t be his. You scared the tempting thoughts of belonging to this tough gang member and instead bring your hand back to wrap tight around him, beginning to pull up and down in strong, steady strokes once more as a way to change the subject. The nails of his hand scrapped against the floor.

“Please,” you whispered, leaning up to kiss the tip of his nose.  “Please, Ken.”

He stayed like that for just a split second more and then he was whipping his free hand to grab your cuffed wrist, “Then I’m breeding you, yes?” he wanted to seal the deal first and when you nodded, a click was heard, and the handcuff fell to the floor with a metal clack. 

“I won’t be gentle,” he assured you once more, voice coming out hoarse and shaky.  “I can’t—”

You nodded your head and you couldn’t even get a single word out before Draken used both hands to grab your hips, abruptly yanking your pants off your legs, his shirt was discarded as well and his own pants pooled down and then he was spinning you around and practically shoving you right back onto the floor, facedown, his huge body on top of you, but somehow it wasn´t uncomfortable to feel this caged.

Something thick and blunt pressed up against the tight ring of your pussy, and slowly pushed forward, and oh, HOLY FUCK—

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[theanimeroom]

BOMBSHELL | PROLOGUE

synopsis: during a drunken girls night, you and your friends decide to up the ante just a bit, but how did it ever come to this?

warnings: lots of kissing, smut, multi characters x reader, lots of mixed pairings, very random challenges, fluff, slow burns, mentions of cheating, drama, angst, plenty of tears, multi fandom at some point, playlists included!

a/n: content warnings will be posted with each chapter, so be sure to read thoroughly before indulging! the story will progress through my own discretion as well as voting at the end of each chapter, so make sure to cast your votes to see how the plot will unfold!

BOMBSHELL MASTERLIST

“okay okay, who’s next?” one of your friend's chipper voice invaded the rowdy space of your house. she sat up on her legs in front of you as she looked around the room, hoping to find her next victim. you groaned softly as you tried to get accustomed to the hardwood floor of your living room, groaning softly as you pressed your back against the cushion of your couch. you peered around at the three other girls that occupied your space, your closest friends all smiles and dopey expressions as the mimosa’s you made started to take effect.

you were starting to feel a bit warm yourself, relaxation flooding through your veins due to the remnants of champagne. your mind was a bit groggy, the lack of thought and judgment bringing about an uncommon comfort to you. there weren’t many times when you had the chance to relax fully; a constant stream of assignments, schedules, and family matters occupied your brain until it was pounding relentlessly against your skull. nights like these with your friends were far and few in between, so you prepared yourself to enjoy it to the fullest extent.

you swirled the liquid around in your glass, biting your tongue at the present question. with a shake of your head, you took another swig, hoping that they would forget the fact that you hadn’t taken a turn in almost two rounds. before you even had a moment to swallow your mimosa you were hearing the sound of your name, your head snapping in the direction of the friend sitting to your left. “i think it’s y/n’s turn!”

“unfortunately, y/n is unavailable at the moment, please call again, or try your call later,” you chimed in a robotic voice, not making eye contact with any of the women around you. a smirk appeared on your face when everyone started hollering, pointing accusatory fingers at you insistently. a quiet laugh rumbled in your throat, your eyes rolling softly at their antics. you weren’t opposed to the game in question, but you knew how creative your friends tended to become when alcohol clouded their judgment.

you were quite happy to be looked over after you watched your friend suckle at the length of your finger in an attempt to arouse you, an intrigued and inviting visage lining your features through every second of it. although it was funny, as much as you trusted your best friends, you weren’t very fond of seeing the mayhem they could come up with.

"nope! you're not getting out of this one," another friend chimed. you rolled your eyes at the comment, setting your glass down on the hardwood floor as you settled against the plush carpet.

you eyed your friends suspiciously as they all looked at you in contemplation, deciding on a dare for you to complete. the companion to your right gasped just loud enough to catch your attention, your gaze falling on her as she leaned over close enough for you to hear her whisper the question of the hour. “truth or dare?”

you hummed softly, eyes cast towards the ceiling as you feigned contemplation.

you knew the safe route would be to pick truth, saving yourself from whatever method of torture they could conjure up for you this time. despite your thought process, a churning feeling in your stomach steered you in the opposite direction. you had always been the type of person to follow your gut, and what was life without a little risk for reward?

you didn’t hesitate before you looked back at your friends, a challenging smile curving the corners of your mouth. “dare.”

excited glances were shared between your friends and they quickly started whispering amongst themselves. you rolled your eyes with a minuscule smile before taking another sip of your mimosa.

“okay,” one friend blurted by the time you’d swallowed your first sip, your gaze reflecting a suspicious expression. “i dare you to… apply for love island.”

your mouth popped open, a harmless glare being sent her way. of course, she would pick something like this. your obsession with the show was a known fact amongst your friend group, your group chats being filled with pictures of the newest bombshells and your ratings on each couple. you even cleared your schedule on friday evenings just to make sure that you caught the newest episode every week.

but that didn’t mean that you were going to apply for it.

“oh come on,” you chastised. “that’s boring, can you please pick another one?”

your friend pouted at your denial, eyebrows furrowing together. “nooo, i want you to do this one! besides, it’s just for fun, right? the odds of you getting picked are slim to none, and even if you do, at least there’s a prize fund, you could use the help right now anyway.”

your other friends nodded their heads in approval at her statement while you sighed quietly to yourself. as much as you hated to admit it, everything she said was right. there wasn’t any harm in applying, and it’s not like you would get picked anyway, yet, a small part of you pondered on if it would be that bad if you did. you briefly thought about your current financial situation; the unpaid bills needed to maintain the house you currently sat in being shoved into a drawer that you never open, the financial aid that was supposed to get you through your last years in school swiftly being taken from you, and the part-time job that isn’t worth the pain you have to deal with after a long day of classes. you needed a source of income if you wanted to stay enrolled at your college, to stay with your friends, but you just can’t seem to make ends meet.

you blinked before downing the rest of your mimosa.

“fine, someone grab my laptop.”

you truly thought you were dying.

your heart was beating rapidly, a shuddered breath slipping through the air as you stared at yourself in the mirror before you. it was huge, white borders illuminating the corner of your eyes as you tried your best not to take your eyes off of your figure. a short tug on your hair made you look up at the woman standing behind you, her soft smile and apologetic “sorry” drifting in one ear and out of the other. you shook her head at her, returning a smile of your own as she placed the straighter against your frizzy hair again. you watched with worried eyes as your full head of hair was flattened out by what felt like the 100th stylist to touch you today.

nervous didn’t even begin to describe how you were feeling at the moment; your jaw clenching and unclenching periodically, and your breaths coming out much shorter than they probably needed to. you’d felt fine in the weeks leading up to this, even going as far as buying a whole new wardrobe and fixing the atrocity that was your finger and toenails. you had plenty of time to come to terms with the current situation, so why did it feel like you were going to pass out?

staring at your own eyes in the mirror, you tried your best to fix your labored breathing. you started thinking, pondering about anything that could take your mind off of the anxiety shooting up your spinal cord. the bodies sliding around behind you made it even harder to forget where you were, your anxious fingers wrapping around your bracelet-clad wrist. you shut your eyes as you took a couple of deep breaths, hand wringing the skin of your wrist roughly.

a light touch to your shoulder brought you back to the real world, eyes opening to reveal the woman who was currently playing with your hair. she held a comforting smile on her face, the warmth from her hand meeting your exposed skin gently. “try not to think about it too much, i’m sure you’ll do great.”

you tried your best to take her advice, but the tight line that your lips drew gave away your true thoughts immediately. when the stylist only gave you another smile you huffed before slouching in your chair.

"is it normal to feel like this?" the words left your mouth before you could stop them. you locked eyes with the woman through the mirror, eyebrows furrowed and lips pursed with worry. she grasped another piece of your hair, straightening it out with her fingers before lining up the straightener to flatten the last couple of pieces. without a word, she started nodding her head.

"much more normal than you think," she explained as she brushed your newly straightened hair with the rest. She paused momentarily, grasping the last lock of hair with soft fingers, and laughed softly to herself. "Most people come in here looking like they're about to throw up. you're probably doing the best that i've seen so far."

a small laugh allowed your shoulders to drop slightly. it would be a lie if you said that her words didn't help you out, the butterflies swarming around in your stomach subsiding slightly. No more words were spoken between you until your flattened hair fell in front of your face, hairspray clouded your vision in the mirror, and the stylist muttered to you that her job was officially done. you blinked, remembering exactly where you were and what you were about to experience in mere hours.

as you eyed your appearance in the mirror you couldn’t help but widen your eyes slightly. your makeup wasn’t too much different from what you did on a usual basis, but the light shadows of the brown they’d creased into your outer lids left you with a captivating smokey eye, eyes narrowing out into a seductive glare. your lips were tinted with a lip stainer, the gloss overlapping it accentuating the curve of your smile. you couldn’t deny the fact that you in fact did look stunning in your current outfit and makeup, the realization that you got to dress up like this every day for the world to see shocking your system in the most pleasurable of ways.

the stylist motioned for you to stand from the chair, your body moving instinctively as you rose from the leather cushion and trailed behind her. the door you'd initially walked through to get your hair done was behind you, your head swiveling around to peer at it before following behind the woman. you knew there was no turning back the moment you stepped through those doors, yet when your feet crossed the threshold, you couldn't help the twinge of excitement that finally zipped through you. your legs felt like jelly as you followed your guide, eyes flickering about your surroundings. the walls were white, splotches of random colors scattered along the surface. it was fun and bubbly, a stark contrast to how you were feeling at the moment. the wide hallway felt never-ending as you walked towards a large set of double doors, your breath catching in your throat when the woman in front of you ceased her movements.

you bit down on your tongue as you realized this was your moment. as you stared down at the doors before you, your mind started swirling with questions.

would you find love? how are the other people going to be? what if you embarrass yourself? what if all the guys are actually smoking hot?

it wasn’t even the people you were necessarily worried about. you had become accustomed to meeting new people and having suitors, but for everything to be broadcasted on national television? you didn’t want to do something stupid and have the entirety of your country hating your guts. it left an uncomfortable churning in your stomach, muscles growing stiff as all the possibilities swarmed your mind. you shut your eyes as you rid yourself of all those plaguing thoughts, trying to focus on only the happy things.

just look forward to the experience, and have as much fun as you can. just be yourself, you'll do just fine. you're hotter.

you hummed to yourself, peeking at the door when you heard a soft click resonate through the empty hallway. the stylist was looking at you with a knowing smile, nudging her head at the door that was now cracked open.

"good luck,"

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[burekforsatoru]

home is where we are: sweet boy

ch 1/3 | read it on ao3 | next chapter >> baji keisuke/chifuyu matsuno/f!reader having lived with your darling boyfriends for a while, you should already be used to them coming home bruised and in all kinds of states. but it doesn't make it any easier each time. so with chifuyu sitting there with freshly applied bandages and baji still not home, you can't help but worry. once you find out he's safe, though, you can finally relax and enjoy the presence and the touches of your other darling. wc: 4.4k tags: smut, oral sex, piv, threesome in ch2, unprotected sex

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“where did you leave that dickhead?” your words are serious enough, but the tone of delivery is still a little worried as you place the last bandage on chifuyu’s forehead. he winces when you press on the fresh cut, but knows better than to curse out loud when you’re doing him a solid. 

“ow, i didn’t leave him, he’s a whole ass adult.” chifuyu sighs, feeling a little relieved now that it’s over. you always patch him up so well, even if you do give him shit for getting so beat up in the first place, but he understands it’s what comes in the package of living with you. “he left on his own, chased after some assholes that wanted to dip from the fight.”

you sigh. of course, you think, it's fucking baji. but there's a stupid feeling of worry bubbling up in your chest as you put away the leftover bandages into a first aid box and push it all back into the drawer. chifuyu checks his phone, it's a few minutes til midnight. almost time for a check in, but he can't let his brain run wild. he lifts his head up, seeing you chew on your bottom lip which always gives you away, so he deals with you the best way he knows – by taking your hands into his and pressing grateful kisses along your unbruised knuckles.

you soften a little, knowing it's useless worrying when baji is perfectly capable of taking care of himself. his tendency to go off on his own always results in him coming home with a couple of extra bruises, bloodied knuckles, and maybe a split lip. nothing permanent, nothing truly dangerous. but the ‘what ifs’ plague you, so much so that you barely notice chifuyu slipping out of the bathroom and into the kitchen to make you some tea. the noise of that old kettle snaps you out of your thoughts and you walk in after him, wrapping your arms around his bare waist as he browses the extensive tea collection the three of you have amassed through the years. 

“peppermint, please.” you murmur against his back, kissing his skin as the top half of his uniform hangs around his waist. chifuyu drops the tea bag into your favorite mug along with a squeeze of honey and pours water into it, ignoring the fact that it's nearly time for baji to check in with you, to let you know he's safe. he doesn't check his phone, but neither of you can help your eyes flitting to the black screen while you stand in the kitchen, letting the soft sounds of the constantly on radio flow around you, usually a tempting melody to dance to, this time simply irrelevant. irrelevant until you know that he's safe.

the absolute bastard, chifuyu’s phone lights up just as the numbers change to 00:00 and there's a strip across the screen with baji’s name and contact photo, the message for the group chat reading “alive and well, just chased a few losers down and now driving around. be back later.” you can finally relax. chifuyu closes his fist on top of the kitchen counter and you relax your hold on his waist, enough to allow him to turn around before you squeeze him into a hug again. 

“it's okay,” he murmurs into the top of your head before pressing a sweet kiss to it, “back later, yeah? that's what he said.” chifuyu doesn't mention it's midnight on the dot, that he usually gets back earlier if he's not with mikey. but he's the captain, and chifuyu is his right hand man. there's no way he would talk badly about baji, not when he's doing some toman shit or other. 

“gonna fucking kill him.” you mumble into chifuyu’s chest, inhaling his scent mixed with sweat, and pulling away only to take a look at the steaming cup from the counter. 

“mhm, sure.” he chuckles, smoothing your hair before dipping his head down to brush his lips against yours. “we'll see about that.” then he claims a proper kiss, parting your lips as you melt into him. 

chifuyu has always had a certain softness within him, the gentle way in which he handles you like you're precious. despite telling him countless times that it's okay, you won't get hurt, he can grab you… he's always been – chifuyu. you lean into the kiss a little further, trailing your fingers up his side and cupping his face. he stops himself wincing as your gentle fingers avoid the bandages on his cheek. 

the good news from baji puts you in a celebratory mood almost, your hands get grabbier, your lips needier as they pull gentle huffs and moans from chifuyu’s lips. his uniform is hanging off his hips, the top with the sleeves hastily having been yanked off his shoulders as soon as he came home so you could inspect the irritating cut he had on his back. it allows you to lower your hands from his face as you melt into his body, trailing your softer palms down his chest, down his stomach, over his hips all the way to tug the material of that black jumpsuit lower. he knows what you’re doing, so he moves his hips off the edge of the counter to help you free him of the constraints of his clothes.

your quick hands soon find their place inside the soft material of his boxers, dragging a ragged moan from his throat as you lightly touch his already hardening cock. he knows, he’s been with you long enough to expect some extra attention from you when you’ve made sure your boys are safe. it’s almost a little celebration, a tradition. certainly one he can get behind as you tilt your head up to kiss him harder while sliding his boxers off. it’s so warm, holding his dick in your palm, so smooth as your thumb swipes over the skin of his tip, smearing a little drop of precum over it. 

so perfect, as you pull away from the kiss to see his half-lidded eyes while you sink down to your knees in front of him, kissing that leaking tip gently. chifuyu’s one hand grips the edge of the counter while the other pats your head, silently praising you, motivating you to wrap those pretty lips, those juicy, soft lips around his cock head. and you do, out of love, out of devotion, desire, and lust. your eyes convey it all when he looks down, barely peeking through his dark lashes to see your face, so sweet for him. so full of emotion with his cock disappearing into your warm mouth. 

chifuyu moans, tangling his long fingers into your hair, but holding off on tugging you closer to take more of him, being good for you as you reward him. as you celebrate him. and your mouth certainly sings his praises, from the first swipe of your tongue along the entirety of his length, the gagging sound you make when you take just a little bit too much of him into your throat, to the heavy breath your nose has to let out in order to keep going, the little hum of approval and appreciation when his moans get a little heavier and he tells you he’s about to cum.

so now, with your doe-eyes focused on his sweet face and his bottom lip being chewed on, you hold on to his strong thighs, the same ones that you ride every now and then, soaking them in your release as they rub you just the right way while his hands help you move. now they’re the stability you need as your head bobs forward and your other hand helps you guide his length into your mouth. 

“ ah… i’m gonna… get ready, baby–” chifuyu barely finishes his sentence when you suck in your cheeks, making his hips buck forward on instinct and his hand tighten its grip on your hair. it’s another one of your dirty little tricks, making him unable to control himself when your mouth suctions him in so much that he immediately, much like now, moans out and stutters in his movements, spilling his warm, sticky cum into your waiting mouth. he slows down, slowly brings himself to a stop as his hand once again pats your head gently, letting you swallow at your own pace and lift yourself up to your feet, all while his head is thrown back and his breath slowly comes back to him. 

your lips trail a little path up chifuyu’s chest, peppering his collar bones and neck in kisses before you tilt your head up and kiss along his jaw, landing on his lips. he grabs you, holding the back of your head as he kisses you deeper, tasting himself on your tongue before he slows down and pulls away to breathe. his smile widens, so blissed out, as he kisses the tip of your nose and slowly reaches back to hand you the mug with your peppermint tea now steeped to perfection. 

he follows you into the bedroom, wearing just his boxers and watching your hips sway as you walk, covered in one of his old shirts– or was it baji’s? who knows, it’s not like the three of you don’t share a massive wardrobe anyway, barely keeping track of who owns which ridiculous graphic t-shirt or what hoodie. the only items that are immediately recognizable are your pretty dresses and skirts, though that hasn’t stopped the two of them from trying them on occasionally, always followed by your camera catching them flexing in the mirror wearing sweet, strappy dresses threatening to get too stretched over their backs.

chifuyu gets into your huge bed, back leaning against the headboard. he pats his lap, beckoning you to come and straddle him. once you’re on his lap, comfortably sitting atop his toned thighs with a hot mug between your palms, he rests his hands on your hips. 

“you can stop worrying now,” he says, reaching to the bedside table only to turn on the small lamp. “he’s okay. i’m okay. you’re okay.”

“i’m not worrying.” you take a sip of tea, closing your eyes for a moment to feel the hot liquid nearly burn your mouth, but it’s so comforting, almost as much as chifuyu’s palms that rub small circles over your hips, glide up and down your thighs, and slide under the elastic of your panties periodically. 

“yeah, uh-huh,” he scoffs, “likely story.” you should know better than to try bullshitting chifuyu, sometimes it feels like he’s got a radar specifically tuned for your emotions. and he knows… that you’ll worry about everything. ever. 

“like you said, he’s fine. you’re fine. everything’s fine,” you sigh and take another sip of tea, feeling the heat slide down your throat, “and so I'm not worrying.”

“you've got that little crease on your forehead right,” he lifts a finger and presses it right on your forehead, to that betraying little crease that shows up every time you try to keep a neutral face while panicking inside, “there. we've been together too long for you to start thinking you can bullshit me.”

the cup is almost half empty now, but you hardly remember lifting it to your lips to drink. your mind must be running marathons, trying not to think about any possibilities of–

“yeah well, it's not like I can stop it.” with a little huff, you put the nearly-empty mug to the side, pushing your phone with it as it sits on the bedside table. “I'm always going to worry about you two, at least a little, even when you're both in bed with me and safe asleep.”

“I know, you dork,” he stops rubbing your thigh with one hand to land a little smack on your skin, “and I know no matter what I say, or even what he says, you'll always be a little worry-wart. but we can try our best to not be little shits, eh?” chifuyu's lips spread into a cheeky smile, just waiting for your reaction which comes in the form of a gentle smack on his chest. it's such a half-hearted action, lacking any spice, and it only makes him pull you closer to him. “ ow, you cheeky girl.”

he laughs at your pretend-pout, sneaking some tighter circles with his thumbs over your thighs, massaging your skin just how you need it. soon, it's his entire palms that press into your thighs, kneading you like modeling clay, making you close your eyes and sigh as your body relaxes.

“unfair…” you begin, leaning your head back as he releases some tension from your muscles, “rendering me useless like this just ‘cause you wanna touch me…” but you let it happen anyway, for it just feels too good. you’re like softened butter, melting under the warmth of his palm while the other slides up your side, bunching up the too-big t-shirt as he aims to cup your warmed up face. 

chifuyu’s thumb brushes over your cheekbone while his other hand still rubs over your thighs, but his goal is to bring you closer. there’s a moment between the point at which your faces stop moving and the kiss, the moment when your breaths mingle, when your peppermint-laced exhale tingles chifuyu’s lips and he gladly dives in for more. gentle at first, the kiss grows in passion. almost subconsciously, he pulls you by the hips against his rapidly hardening crotch. more often than not, if you're sitting on his lap, if you're kissing him like this, needy, desperate, willing to lose yourself in the moment, he tries to grab at any given opportunity to bury himself in you. maybe it’s a little bit of insecurity, maybe a little bit of possessiveness when your remaining third isn’t there, maybe a bit of both, but it works. it gets him deep inside you where he wants to be, with your attention only on him and your mouth moving in the shape of his name.

this time is no different, though he stays gentle with his lips on yours. he doesn’t tug on your bottom lip, doesn’t tease you and make you chase his lips as he pulls away with a shit eating grin on his face as you try to sneak in another kiss before he inevitably makes you go dumb with how much you’re whimpering and moaning for him. he’s being nicer and you know it’s because he feels bad, partly because he made you worry about himself when he showed up with cuts and bruises, partly because he let baji go off on his own to chase after some assholes who tried to dip from the fight. he knows you, knows that you need the tenderness when you’re worrying, knows that you crave the soft touch of the reassurance that are his hands. so he does what he knows best, he picks you up by your hips, holding you just above his lap as one hand tries to pull your panties to the side, but it keeps slipping.

you trail kisses down to his jaw, with your head bent down and your knees pushed into the soft mattress under you, unable to keep a giggle in your throat as it bubbles up and parts your lips to escape. he’s impatient, cock straining against the material of his boxers that were uselessly covering him up, unwanted, unwelcome in the way that they keep him from just feeling your soft pussy against him. 

your slight noise makes his head turn, so he gently bites the tip of your nose, giving you something to giggle about while he tries to do everything himself, never letting you undress yourself if he can help it.

“something funny?” he scoffs, finger still trying to reach the edge of the material while holding you up, insistent on keeping his palms on your soft thighs.

“just rip them.” you’ve had enough of waiting, there’s only one way this is ending, and it’s with his cock pushed into you to the hilt, it’s with him bouncing you on his lap until you’re a whimpering mess, it’s with both of you sweaty and spent, moving just because you forgot what it felt like not to, because it’s easier to keep fucking than to stop, because why on earth would you ever want to stop? “rip them off, please, i just wanna ride you.”

chifuyu raises his eyebrow, torn between obeying you like a good little pup eager to plunge into you already, and overthinking your words.

“you’re– you’re sure?” he groans once your teeth pull at his earlobe, grazing it just right while he holds you by your hips, fingertips digging into your flesh. “you won’t shout at me for ruining another pair, are you?”

you click your tongue, rolling your eyes before catching his lips into another kiss. bruising, intense as want drips from your sweet cunt onto the fabric of those unlucky panties, cursed for still covering you when they should be ripped and on the bedroom floor.

“only if you take any longer, sweet boy.” a gentle tug on his bottom lip pulls with it a groan from his throat. you look him straight in the eyes, and his pupils widen once he notices the sheer determination in your look. “rip. them. off.”

if there’s one thing you can’t ever say, it’s that chifuyu doesn’t listen. mere second after you say your piece with conviction, his fingers pull on the thin material of your panties and you hear the sound of fabric tearing. you’re almost sad to see them go, but with one more movement, one more ripping noise, they’re landing on the floor, all pathetic and frayed where the fabric used to connect two seconds ago. but that means you’re free. you feel the swiftness of chifuyu’s fingers as they dig under the waistband of his boxers and slide them down for the second time tonight. his legs make quick work of helping him get rid of the underwear, and with a few more moments, they join your scrap of fabric by the bed. finally, you can feel his strong hands, only slightly bruised from tonight’s fight, grip you tight and lower you onto his cock.

it’s slow, he always likes to savor the first grip of your precious cunt around his twitching hardness, he wants to exist in that moment forever, right until the underside of your thighs meets his lap once more and you’re stuffed full of him, leaking your arousal down his balls. this time, the kiss that he lands on your lips is brief, wet, and noisy. he slides his hands up and down your sides once again, settling them on your hips just as you rest your palms on his shoulders.

pushing yourself up, starting to move, you shiver against his warm body, completely naked thanks to your intervention in the kitchen. you count the scars on his shoulders, some scabs still there from more recent fights, some already turning into pink lines healing into his pale skin. despite it all, you lean down and press kisses on those marks, busying your lips with something other than letting out sugary moans as you sink down onto him once again. his fingers dig into your flesh, gripping you like he’s about to fall off the face of the earth any second now, his cock head lodges so nicely into you he never wants to leave.

it’s sweet, really, the extent that chifuyu goes through to keep himself somewhat functional whenever he has you like this. he’s fine with quickies, with bending you over the table when one of you is in a hurry, with being on his hands and knees with baji being less than gentle while thrusting into him as he swirls his tongue around your clit. he’s perfectly okay with tugging baji’s hair as the black haired man swallows his heavy load while you ride his thigh. he’s fine with being in any number of combinations with the two people he cherishes most in his life, but there’s something incredibly special, intimate, about you sitting so pretty on his lap like this, slowly lifting your hips almost letting his cock slip out of your tight cunt before landing back on his lap again.

there’s something about the way you ride him so slowly and sweetly that almost makes him come undone at the very thought. chifuyu swallows thickly before tilting his head up to kiss you again, to savor the taste of peppermint and honey on your tongue that glides alongside his while your ass lands on his thighs again, again, a tiny bit faster. now his moans get louder, his eyelids heavier as he tries to keep his eyes on you. on the way your pretty lips part to let out his name, how they land on his cheek, nose, chin, the corner of his lips, before finally taking his kisses again, before doing it all over again once more. a moan, a gasp, a peck, one more, another, a kiss, a moan, a gasp, a peck… it’s his favorite routine with you, it’s like a drug, the way you move your hips, grinding them into him, with very little help from his more than willing hands.

once you start panting, tiring yourself out with the effort of riding him and stopping yourself from shaking in pleasure, he starts kissing you more softly, gradually holding your hips a little firmer.

“can i?” he asks, murmuring the words against your pillowy lips as you slip little moans from your mouth into his.

“m– mhmmm…” you respond, too far gone to speak any words that aren’t his name broken into syllables as you bounce on his cock.

chifuyu’s fingers dig in deeper, desperately holding onto you as he takes over, moving you himself, lifting and lowering your body as your breasts bounce in front of his hungry eyes. he’s almost hypnotized by the pebbled nipples that nearly touch his chin when he lowers his head down to take one into his mouth, slowing down the pace of your hips, much to your displeasure which you announce with a whiny little noise. at your complaint, he looks up, still swirling his tongue around your nipple, but it makes the next whine die in your throat. 

he’s mesmerized, every time he sucks on your tits it’s like the first, that soft skin, that perfect texture to latch his lips onto, it drives him crazy. so he switches to the other one, using his hands to knead your ass while he slowly moves you to grind against him. he wants to move faster, really, he does… but the gasps your lips let slip when he pops your nipple out of his mouth are a melody he wants to hear again. so he teases you again, one last time for good luck before tilting his head back up to summon you into another kiss with a quick pout of his lips in front of you.

once again he speeds you up, making those sweet little noises come out as the tip of his cock hits your sweetest spot, the one that makes your moans get higher in pitch, the one that nearly has him cumming within seconds when he hits it. it’s so soft, so warm inside you, it’s almost like he was meant to be in you. the softness of your skin, of your plump flesh under his fingers, is a heaven in itself. one of his hands guides you to the best of its abilities while the other grabs your ass cheek, squeezing almost as if reminding himself it’s still there, the soft, skin-slapping noises aren’t a hallucination, and his sweet girl is indeed riding him with his help, looking so pretty as your hair falls all around your face. you look like a mess at this point, sweaty, ruffled, almost letting him control your every move while your eyes roll back, your lips don’t close anymore, drying out your mouth as your moans give way to cries gradually getting louder.

“chi– ah f-fuck chifuyuuuu ‘m gonna–”

“y-yeah, baby, yeah i’m with you… i’ve got you, sweet thing, i’m with you, let go for me,” his rushed words are the thread that keeps you going, your head tilts forward, making it easier for his breath to echo in your ear, “you can let go for me, baby… i’ve got you.”

gripping you tighter, pulling you onto his cock harder and faster, he helps you unravel. with a cry into the side of his head, with his lips on your shoulder sloppily kissing your warm skin, you shudder as your velvety walls tighten, keeping him inside as he groans and spills his cum inside you, gently slowing down the movements as you ride out the highs together. 

completely still, chifuyu exhales against your neck. it’s getting late already, it would be time to snuggle up together and snore in unison, but one link is missing. his head clears a little as he comes down, and seeing you so blissed out sitting on his lap and shaking in pleasure curves his lips into a smile. this is life, he thinks, her sweet face all soft and my dick still inside her. only one thing still pokes from the other side of his mind. where the fuck is baji? and you wouldn’t be his darling girlfriend if you didn’t have a sense for his anxious thoughts. he tried to be confident for you, but he’s not made of stone. your gentle touch moving his blond hair out of his forehead stirs him from the stupid spiral as you kiss his nose like you do when he’s made you see stars.

“it’s fine.” you murmur, barely strong enough to form full sentences. “you said so yourself, he’s fi–”

a knock on the balcony door makes you jump, nearly headbutting chifuyu as you turn your head to the side, seeing a long-haired figure standing there, casually leaning against the door frame. his wild smile reveals the shining sharp canines, flashing at you as you curse under your breath. his knuckle is still resting against the glass as he motions you to let him in.

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“motherfucker…” you hiss as your newfound strength lets you get up off chifuyu’s cock and almost angrily walk to the door to turn the key and let him in.

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𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐦𝐞 ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ

𝙗𝙖𝙟𝙞 𝙠𝙚𝙞𝙨𝙪𝙠𝙚

𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙩

fluff, soft, set in whatever timeline the reader wants, high school baji heartbreak, rejection, some swearing

💌ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

baji was a weirdo, he was mean, a bully and loved to annoy you but all of this somehow also made him the biggest comfort machine ever. be it crying whenever you felt embarrassed or crying after a bad day or just being upset in general the mocking, playful light in his eyes would instantly vanish like a switch being flipped the second he picks up on the droop in your shoulders, eyes lingering at your feet. you honestly could never hide anything from him and it sometimes amazed you just how well he knew you, your face, your body language and how he would instantly pick up on your mood even when nobody else would, in only a matter of seconds. one look was all it took for him to be able to read you like a book and most of the time this made you feel relieved, like you weren’t alone but other times it bugged you to no end. 

you had rushed to school earlier than usual and kept your nose in your textbooks the entire time even at lunch to avoid him, because you couldn’t be caught by baji keisuke today, you simply couldn’t. as soon as class was over baji usually ran to your class so you simply left minutes early saying you felt sick and bolted home as fast as you could. once your head hit the mattress you just gave in to the exhaustion, you couldn’t fight it anymore, you were done crying you just wanted to shut the world out and so you did.

𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤:

gathering all your courage you finally approached him, matsuno chifuyu. green orbs fixated on whatever video he was watching, small tongue peeking out from between his lips as he focused, brows furrowed in concentration. chifuyu was so absorbed in the cat training video he was watching that he didn’t even hear the door open or notice you until he heard the small squeak of your rubber school shoes against the polished wooden floor as you shuffled your feet nervously, gaze fixated on them and a small shy smile growing along your face, hands tucked behind your back.

chifuyu peeked up before finally realising you were trying to speak to him so he paused the video and looked up at you with that same smile that could melt your soul and you felt the heat creep into your face, praying that matsuno would assume it was the sunset hue burning through the windows.

chifuyu: oh, you’re…y/n…right? baji's friend, class 2/3?

the smile he flashed you made your words roll back down your throat and sweat to soak your palms. after an agonising 10 seconds you finally managed to gather something to say but the way chifuyu was waiting so patiently and smiling so gently didn’t make it easier.

y/n, her excitement shining through: that's me, yes! and you’re chifuyu matsuno from class 2/1…

chifuyu: that is i, so, did you have something to say to me?

your eyes darted to any corner of the room but his, fingers curling a bit too tightly around the envelope in your hands that you feared you might crumple it before you even handed it over but taking a heavy breath your arms shot forward and you bent over presenting the envelope to him, a small heart sticker holding the paper together.

your breath caught at the silence and you hoped with all your might that he was just surprised, that he would take the envelope or that he would smile and say he feels the same, but nothing could have prepared you for chifuyu’s response. you thought he would at least hear you out but…

chifuyu, making no move to reach for the letter, eyes slightly apologetic as he gazed up at you: sorry y/n, i don’t really know you that well…and…i like someone else.

your body froze, confidence fleeing you like water erupting from a dam. you couldn’t believe it, you had at least expected him to hear you out or read the letter you had spent all week planning perfectly but the fact that he didn’t even take it was enough to make you force your body up again, clutching the envelope close to your chest and wishing the ground would just swallow you whole. you don't remember what you said in response but you hoped it didn’t add to your growing embarrassment. you had dragged your bag through the rainwater pooling on the ground and your feet along with it, eyes unable to leave the concrete beneath your feet. uniform soaked, tears flowing for so long you couldn’t breathe, you knew rejection would be painful and had read somewhere that it feels like needles piercing your heart all around but that somehow sounded better than what you felt at present. 

𝐤𝐞𝐢𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐯:

chifuyu: ...can you just check on her? im a bit worried, she seemed really upset yesterday baji-san and i don't think ive seen her today.

silence.

chifuyu: baji-san? baji-

baji: i get it. bye.

beep.

baji couldn't care less that chifuyu was his best friend, he had upset you and that was unforgiveable. he would deal with him later, for now he had to find you.

'-please leave your messege after the tone, beeeep'

why weren't you answering? baji tried once, twice, twenty times and still nothing but that was ok, he had your mum's number so thats the one he tried next only to hear from your mum that she had left the house at four pm and you weren't there and that you came home late yesterday too. that was enough for baji to be at your door banging as hard as he could. he didn't care that the rain had soaked through both his raincoat and uniform, his focus was on getting to you and with each passing second that the door remain closed baji began to panic. half an hour of knocking and shouting was enough for him to be ready to break the door down no matter how much he had to pay but...

𝐲/𝐧 𝐩𝐨𝐯:

bang.

bang.

BANG!

baji: y/n?! Y/N!!

your eyes dragged open at the familiar voice calling your name and you dragged your sleep ridden body to the door swinging it open at the urgency tinting bajis voice but you only fully awoke when two cold, dripping arms slammed you into keisuke’s chest, his chin resting on your hair, rainwater soaking into your scalp. you blinked a few times to wake yourself fully and finally noticed that this was weird. baji’s breath was uneven, drenched hair cascading along your jaw and pooling at your shoulders and his heartbeat — too fast to be normal and thumping against you violently as the taller boy kept you pressed into him.

y/n, finally gathering her bearings and reaching her hands to remove his: keisuke..?

baji: where were you!? I was worried as fuck y/n!

y/n: c..calm down i was just asleep-

baji: how could i calm down?! I called you until my credit ran out! I asked your parents and they said you weren’t home when they left and i've been out here for the past half hour knocking!

what caught you off guard wasn’t the rise in his voice, that was normal, it was the fear, the worry. you just stared for a few moments because it was all you could do and baji's amber orbs remained locked with yours with that same expression that looked right through you. the long haired boy took a deep sigh, running a hand through his locks and then his cold hands slid up to your cheeks, stealing your breath away. it was something he would do sometimes as a joke to get you to focus on him if he thought you weren’t paying attention to whatever stupid joke he was telling so for him to do it with such gentleness, for his eyes to be drinking in your face like that, it seriously made you feel things you thought you would never feel for anyone except chifuyu matsuno.

baji, huffing slightly: …chifuyu told me.

that's all it took. you felt pathetic but that didn’t help you stop your bottom lip from quivering and dragging a river of tears along with it as you poured your heart out to baji, to your best friend, who listened the entire time without a word and only spoke when he was sure you were finished. gathering you into his embrace, baji's chin rested on your shoulder, the familiar smell of cologne and blackberry juice that you loved so much invading your nostrils, filling you from head to toe with warmth. 

baji: im sorry. Im really…really sorry y/n. Its not that chifuyu didnt like you its just because he didnt know you too well, anyone who knows you well enough knows how special you are—

y/n through sobs: there's nobody like that kei!

baji: there is y/n!

baji's heart ached at the break in your voice, at the pain reflecting from your eyes, at the loneliness consuming you in plain sight as he watched. he couldn’t take it anymore, he couldn’t just stand off to the side and watch anymore, he wanted to drag you away from that darkness, he wanted to be there for you, to treat you with the same care that you treated others, the care you deserved, he was done watching from the sidelines.

baji: ...there is. there is someone, you've known them for four years now y/n, they love you dearly, they would do anything for you—

y/n: what are you even talking about..? you don't have to go that far just to cheer me up—

baji: me y/n. Its me. i've been here all along haven’t i? i've never lied to you have i?

y/n: what are you talking about..?

but you knew, you knew all too well. how could you not with the way those amber eyes hugged your features, with the way those normally rough calloused hands traced your skin so softly, with the soothing tone you never thought baji could ever produce, how could you not know?

baji: you know exactly what i'm talking about y/n, you know exactly what i mean.

you did and that's why you couldn’t stop the next wave of salty water that crashed down your cheeks as soft lips found yours, drawing you into their comfort, a comfort that you knew would be there for you forever. 

sometimes you told yourself it annoyed you that baji could see right through you but in reality? that wasn’t the case at all, and you knew it. even if the whole world abandoned you, as long as baji was around to smash through the walls you would hide behind every time you came across something you couldn’t face then you would be alright because baji keisuke would hold your hand through it all.

2025 @sanotymanjiro

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[gildedsilk]

The Storm 🌨

• Keisuke Baji x Reader | Wc: 2K+ | Angst, Fluff | Suggestive | PG-13 ༻

༺ Materlist

The cabin had been Mikey’s idea. A winter getaway, he’d said—a chance for everyone to relax, let loose, and have fun before the chaos of real life crept back in. The group had rented a cozy, snow-covered cabin in the woods, with just enough space for everyone to cram inside. You’d arrived early in the afternoon with Baji, Chifuyu, Draken, and the rest of the gang, hauling in bags of snacks, drinks, and supplies.

The night had started like any other get-together: laughter, teasing, and way too much alcohol. The air was filled with the sound of Mikey and Draken arguing over whose turn it was to pick the music while Chifuyu tried (and failed) to get everyone to settle down for a game of cards. Baji, naturally, had made it his mission to drink everyone else under the table, and for some reason, you’d decided to keep up with him.

"Y/N, you’re going to regret this," Chifuyu had warned as you took another shot, but you’d waved him off with a grin, matching Baji drink for drink.

The night blurred together after that—hazy memories of loud laughter, clinking glasses, and Mikey doing an impromptu dance that left everyone in stitches. The snow outside had been falling steadily, but no one had paid it much attention. By the time the group decided to call it a night and head back to their homes or lodgings nearby, you and Baji were already passed out on the couch, a heap of blankets thrown haphazardly over the two of you.

"Should we wake them?" Chifuyu had asked, glancing at your sleeping forms with a mix of amusement and concern.

"Nah," Mikey said, smirking as he zipped up his coat. "Let them sleep it off. They’ll wake up in the morning and catch up with us."

And with that, everyone filed out into the snowy night, leaving the cabin quiet except for the faint crackling of the dying fire and the soft sound of your and Baji’s breathing.

🌨

You didn’t wake up until the sun was already high in the sky, streaming weakly through the frosted windows. The first thing you noticed was the pounding in your head, a dull, persistent throb that made you groan and pull the blanket tighter around yourself. The second thing you noticed was how cold it was. Despite the fire having burned low, the cabin had grown chilly overnight, and you could feel the icy air biting at your skin.

The third thing you noticed was Baji.

He was still sprawled on the couch beside you, his long hair a tangled mess and his mouth slightly open as he snored softly. His arm was thrown over his face, shielding his eyes from the light. You sat up slowly, your movements sluggish, and glanced around the room, trying to piece together what had happened the night before.

"Where is everyone?" you muttered, your voice hoarse.

At that moment, Baji stirred, groaning as he shifted onto his side. "Ugh, what time is it?" he mumbled, his voice thick with sleep.

"I have no idea," you said, rubbing your temples. "But I think everyone’s gone."

Baji opened one eye, squinting at you. "Gone?" He pushed himself up, wincing as he rubbed the back of his neck. "What do you mean, gone?"

You gestured to the empty room, the absence of jackets and boots by the door making it clear. "They left. We must’ve slept through it."

Baji frowned, looking around as if expecting Mikey or Chifuyu to pop out of nowhere and yell "Surprise!" But the cabin was silent, save for the faint sound of the wind outside.

Then, as if on cue, a loud gust of wind rattled the windows, drawing both of your gazes. The snow outside was no longer falling gently—it was a full-blown blizzard, the world beyond the glass an endless sea of white.

"Shit," Baji muttered, standing up and walking over to the window. He pressed a hand to the frosted glass, his brows furrowing as he took in the storm. "They really left us in this?"

You stood up, wrapping the blanket around yourself as you joined him. "Maybe they didn’t know it was going to get this bad," you said, though even you didn’t sound convinced.

Baji huffed, his breath fogging up the glass. "Great. We’re stuck here."

You glanced at him, taking in his disheveled appearance, and couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at your lips. "Could be worse," you said lightly.

He turned to you, raising an eyebrow. "Oh yeah? How?"

"You could’ve been stuck here alone," you teased, earning a snort from him.

"Right," he said dryly, though there was a hint of amusement in his tone. "Because being stuck with you is so much better."

You rolled your eyes but didn’t respond, turning back to the window. The snowstorm showed no signs of letting up, and a small knot of unease began to form in your chest. This was supposed to be a simple camping trip, a fun getaway with friends. But now, it was just you and Baji, trapped in a cabin with no idea how long the storm would last.

"Guess we’ll have to wait it out," Baji said, running a hand through his hair.

You nodded, your breath fogging up the glass as you stared out into the swirling snow. "Yeah," you said softly. "Just the two of us.

🌨

The storm showed no signs of stopping. Hours passed, and the cabin grew colder despite the fire roaring in the hearth. You and Baji had managed to scrounge up some instant ramen from the supplies left behind, but the silence between you made it hard to enjoy even the simplest meal.

Baji sat cross-legged by the fire, his sharp features bathed in the flickering glow. His long hair was pulled into a messy half-ponytail, and his jacket hung loosely off his shoulders. He had barely said a word since the two of you realized you were stuck, which was strange—Baji always had something to say.

You sighed, leaning back against the couch. "You’re awfully quiet," you said, breaking the silence. "I thought you’d be complaining by now."

He glanced at you, his dark eyes unreadable. "What’s the point? Complaining’s not gonna fix the storm."

"True," you said softly, though his tone made your chest tighten.

The silence stretched again, heavy and awkward. You stared at the fire, watching as the flames danced and crackled. The warmth should’ve been comforting, but all it did was remind you how small the cabin was, how close you and Baji were, and how much tension seemed to hang in the air.

Finally, Baji sighed and stood up, brushing off his hands. "I’m gonna check outside. See how bad it is."

You frowned. "Baji, it’s a blizzard. You can’t—"

"I’ll just look," he cut you off, grabbing his coat and heading for the door.

Before you could argue further, he was gone, stepping into the swirling white. You stared after him, your heart pounding in frustration and something else you couldn’t quite name. Why was he being so cold? Why did it feel like there was something unspoken hanging between you?

When he returned, his hair dusted with snow and his cheeks flushed from the cold, he looked even more frustrated than before. He slammed the door shut behind him, brushing off the snow before tossing his coat aside.

"Yeah, it’s bad," he muttered, running a hand through his hair. "We’re not going anywhere anytime soon."

You bit your lip, watching him pace the room like a caged animal. "Baji, what’s your deal?"

He stopped mid-step, his head snapping toward you. "What?"

"You’ve been acting weird all day," you said, standing up. "Ever since we woke up, it’s like you don’t even want to be here."

He scoffed, shoving his hands into his pockets. "Yeah, well, maybe I don’t."

The words hit you like a slap, and for a moment, you just stared at him, your chest tightening. "What’s that supposed to mean?"

Baji avoided your gaze, his jaw tightening. "Forget it," he muttered, turning away.

"No," you said firmly, stepping closer. "You don’t get to say something like that and just walk away. What’s going on with you?"

He stopped in his tracks, his shoulders tense. For a long moment, he didn’t say anything, and you thought he might just leave the room. But then he turned back to you, his eyes burning with an intensity that made your breath catch.

"What’s going on with me?" he said, his voice low and rough. "How about what’s going on with you? Acting like nothing’s wrong, like you don’t feel it too."

"Feel what?" you asked, though your voice wavered.

Baji laughed bitterly, shaking his head. "Don’t play dumb, Y/N. You know exactly what I’m talking about."

You stared at him, your heart pounding. The room felt too small, too hot, and you suddenly wanted to be anywhere but here. But you couldn’t look away from him, couldn’t ignore the way his words made your chest ache.

"Baji, I don’t—"

"That night," he interrupted, stepping closer. His voice was sharper now, his frustration bubbling over. "You remember it. Don’t pretend like you don’t."

Your breath caught in your throat. Of course, you remembered. The night you’d both had one drink too many, and Baji had leaned in close, his face inches from yours. The night you’d almost kissed.

The night you’d pulled away.

"I remember," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper.

Baji’s expression softened for a moment, but the hurt in his eyes remained. "Then why didn’t you say anything? Why didn’t you—"

"Because I didn’t know what to say!" you cut him off, your voice trembling. "I didn’t know what it meant, or if it even meant anything to you. And I didn’t want to ruin what we have."

"What we have," Baji repeated, his tone laced with disbelief. "What do we even have, Y/N? You can’t keep acting like nothing’s changed. Like I don’t—"

He stopped himself, clenching his jaw as if the words were too much to say.

You took a shaky breath, your heart pounding in your chest. "Baji, I’m scared," you confessed, your voice breaking.

His eyes softened, and for a moment, the tension between you seemed to waver. "You think I’m not?" he said quietly. "You think I don’t wake up every day wondering what the hell I’m supposed to do about this? About you?"

The words hung in the air, raw and vulnerable, and for the first time, you saw the cracks in Baji’s usual tough exterior. He wasn’t angry—he was scared, just like you.

The storm outside raged on, the wind howling as if it could tear the cabin apart. But inside, the two of you stood frozen, caught in the eye of a different kind of storm.

And neither of you knew how to find your way out.

Baji let out a heavy sigh, running a hand through his tangled hair as he took a step back. His lips pressed into a thin line, like he was holding himself back from saying more.

You wrapped your arms around yourself, not for warmth but as if it might hold you together. "I don’t know what you want me to say," you admitted, your voice shaky. "I don’t know how to fix this."

"I don’t need you to fix it," he snapped, then softened, his shoulders slumping. "I just need you to stop pretending like nothing’s wrong."

His words made your chest tighten, and you could feel the sting of tears threatening to spill. "I wasn’t pretending," you said quietly. "I was trying to protect what we have. I didn’t want to lose you, Baji."

He scoffed, though there was no malice in it—just a raw kind of pain. "You think not talking about it makes it better? You think ignoring it makes it go away?"

You shook your head, frustrated and overwhelmed. "What was I supposed to do? Risk everything? What if I’m wrong? What if you don’t—"

"Don’t what?" Baji cut you off, his voice sharp. "Feel the same way?"

The room felt impossibly quiet after his words, the fire crackling softly in the background. You stared at him, your heart pounding as if it was trying to escape your chest.

"Do you?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

Baji didn’t answer right away. Instead, he let out a slow breath, his gaze dropping to the floor. For a moment, you thought he might dodge the question entirely, but then he looked up at you, and the raw vulnerability in his eyes was enough to steal your breath.

"Yeah," he said softly. "I do."

The words hung in the air, heavy and undeniable. Your knees felt weak, and you stumbled back a step, gripping the back of the couch for support.

"Baji..." you started, but he shook his head, cutting you off.

"I’m not saying it to make things harder," he said, his voice steady now. "I’m saying it because it’s the truth. And because I’m tired of pretending like it doesn’t matter."

Your throat felt tight, and you struggled to find the right words. The fear that had kept you silent for so long was still there, gnawing at the edges of your mind. But now, standing here with Baji, the storm raging outside, you realized that fear didn’t matter anymore.

"What if we ruin everything?" you asked, your voice trembling.

Baji’s expression softened, and he took a cautious step closer. "What if we don’t?" he countered. "What if this is worth it?"

The vulnerability in his voice broke something inside you, and before you could second-guess yourself, you closed the distance between you, throwing your arms around him.

Baji froze for a moment, caught off guard, but then his arms wrapped around you, pulling you close. He smelled like smoke and winter, and you buried your face in his chest, letting out a shaky breath.

"I’m scared," you admitted again, your voice muffled against him.

"I know," he said quietly, resting his chin on top of your head. "Me too."

The storm outside howled, but inside the cabin, it felt like the two of you were in your own little world. Baji’s arms tightened around you, and for the first time in what felt like forever, the weight on your chest began to lift.

"I don’t know what’s going to happen," you said softly, pulling back just enough to look up at him.

"Neither do I," he admitted, a small, wry smile tugging at his lips. "But we’ll figure it out."

His words made something inside you ache, but it wasn’t fear—it was hope.

"You promise?" you asked, your voice barely audible.

Baji nodded, his eyes meeting yours. "Yeah," he said firmly. "I promise."

For the first time since you’d woken up, you felt like you could breathe.

Baji’s promise hung in the air between you, his dark eyes locked onto yours. The tension that had simmered all night finally snapped, leaving a stillness that felt heavier than the storm outside.

You opened your mouth to speak, but no words came. Instead, you reached up, your hand brushing against his cheek, your touch hesitant but lingering. His breath hitched, and you felt him lean into your touch just slightly, as if he were afraid to want it too much.

"Baji..." you whispered, your voice trembling.

He didn’t respond, not with words. Instead, his hand came up to cover yours, his calloused fingers warm against your skin. His eyes flickered between yours and your lips, and you felt your heart hammering in your chest.

Time seemed to slow as he leaned in, the space between you narrowing until his forehead rested lightly against yours. "Tell me to stop," he murmured, his voice low and rough. "If you don’t want this...tell me to stop."

You couldn’t. You didn’t want to. Instead, you tilted your head just slightly, your breath mingling with his as you closed the distance.

When his lips met yours, it was slow—tentative, almost unsure. But the hesitation didn’t last long. The kiss deepened, growing fiercer, more desperate, as if the storm inside you both had finally found its outlet.

Baji’s hands slid to your waist, pulling you closer, and you melted into him, your fingers tangling in his hair. The warmth of his touch, the intensity of his kiss—it was overwhelming, consuming. The world outside the cabin seemed to disappear, leaving only the two of you, lost in each other.

His lips moved against yours with a fiery urgency, as though he’d been waiting for this moment far longer than either of you had admitted. When he pulled back, just slightly, it was only to catch his breath, his forehead still pressed against yours.

"You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that," he murmured, his voice a hoarse whisper.

You let out a shaky laugh, your hands still resting on his shoulders. "I might have some idea."

He grinned, that lopsided, mischievous smile that always managed to make your heart skip a beat. But there was something softer in his eyes now, something vulnerable that made your chest ache.

"Guess being stuck here wasn’t so bad after all," he said, his thumb brushing gently against your waist.

You smiled, leaning in to press a soft, lingering kiss to his lips. "No," you said quietly, your voice steady now. "It wasn’t bad at all."

The fire crackled in the hearth, the storm howling outside, but all you could feel was Baji’s warmth, his touch, his presence. And for the first time in a long time, the fear and uncertainty faded away, replaced by something far stronger.

Hope.

That hope was accompanied by a new kind of tension when you heard him murmur, "Guess we’ve got some time to kill... and it’s just the two of us."

The way his hands slid down to rest firmly on your hips, his thumbs brushing your sides, sent a shiver through you. His tone was casual, but the look in his eyes told a different story—dark and intent, like he was daring you to close the distance again.

Your cheeks flushed, and you let out a nervous laugh, unsure whether to push him away or pull him closer. "Baji, seriously?"

"What?" he said, his voice low, a playful grin tugging at his lips. "I’m just saying. We’re stuck here. Might as well... make the most of it."

The suggestive edge to his words made your heart race, and you could feel the heat creeping up your neck. But there was no mistaking the tenderness in his touch or the way his gaze softened when he looked at you.

"You’re impossible," you muttered, though you didn’t pull away.

"And you’re not denying it," he shot back, leaning in just enough for his nose to brush yours.

You rolled your eyes, though you couldn’t hide the smile tugging at your lips. "Guess we’ll see how long this storm lasts."

His grin widened, but he didn’t push further. Instead, he tightened his grip just slightly, grounding you in the moment. And as the firelight flickered around you, the storm raging beyond the walls, you couldn’t deny that being trapped here didn’t seem so bad after all.

[puprdou]

hiiiii ml !! may you pretty please write anything about ryusei? ik he’s only in the spin off but there’s barely anything written for him, and i absolutely adore your work <3!!

haihai, of course! i haven’t finished the spinoff yet, but i can write smth for him! dunno if it’ll be great though since i haven’t finished, but ll do my best to write his character well-i hope you enjoy it! and, thank you for the kind words^^

“so, hows this one look?~” he grins lazily, posing in a silly manner with his hands on his hips. this was supposed to be a shopping trip for you, for him to take you out and buy you some new clothes, but this had turned out to be his shopping trip instead.

“meh,” you sarcastically joked with a playful eyeroll, holding folded clothes in your arms for him to try on after this pair. he gasped, feigning offense, putting a hand to his heart. his lips puckered outwards in a silly pout, his shoulders slumping in mock defeat. “your soooooo mean,” he whined.

“come on. you know i look handsome as hell right now~” his grin reappeared, already ready to convince you how handsome he is, once again. he did this often, but, in reality, he was just seeking your praise and reassurance. he needed it.

“ehh.. you look okay at best.” smiling, you continued this little game the both of you were playing, knowing all he wanted was for you to call him handsome and reassure him that the outfit looks okay. after all, he probably would not actually buy any of these outfits unless you thought he truly looked good in them.

“hmph. just say it alreeaadddyyyy...” he pouted again, really, really giving into the look of sulking. he thought he looked good! he know you thought it too, you were just messing with him. the outfit he was trying on right now was simple, but it was comfy and showed off his figure nicely.

“okay, okay, fine..” unable to resist his sad little pouts, you sighed and relented. it was hard to watch him when he’s like this; shoulders slumped, arms crossed, looking pouty. you knew it was an act, all to get you to say it, but at the same time, you knew he was really feeling upset you weren’t saying it.

walking over to him, you set the folded clothes on one of the stools in the store near the dressing rooms, cupping his puffy cheeks and making him look down at you. smiling softly you gave him a soft peck on the lips, before finally giving him that sweet, sweet compliment he wanted. “you look handsome. it looks really good on you, ryu.”

his sulk softened into something more tender, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his hands on your rump, placing his chin atop your head. you could tell that cocky smirk of his was already back on his pretty little face just by the way he snuggled up to you.

“i know. just wanted to hear ya say it~” he let out a cheeky giggle, placing a kiss atop of your head, swaying you a little bit. scoffing and rolling your eyes, you muttered quietly whilst wrapping your arms around him in response to his hug. “you are impossible, you know that?”

“you love me,” he argued back with a cheeky little smile, pulling his head back to look at you. “i do, doesn’t make you any less insufferable.” huffing, you sighed, knowing you were unable to win this one. you lost most of these dumb, playful little fights anyways.

he hummed softly in response, letting out a breathy chuckle. he stood in now comfortable silence with you, swaying you both gently. he placed his cheek against your head, losing himself in his thoughts as the both of you stood there, tucked away from prying eyes in the store. but, the comfortable silence soon was knocked away by your boyfriends’ words.

“why do you stay with me?” he asked, his voice quiet yet meaningful. he never knew why you stayed with him all this time. you’ve seen the kinds of things he’d done whilst in yotsuya kaiden, hell, you watched him as he almost killed the leader of the killer bee gang. he wasn’t a good guy..

frowning softly to his question, you pulled away to look him in his eyes. you knew he had these moments where he would question things, and sometimes they hurt, the things he questioned. but, you answered anyway, knowing that he needed the answer, and for it to be truthful.

“cause.. i love you. i don’t care if you’re in a gang, or if you fight often, or if you’re lazy and annoying sometimes.. aside from all of that, you’re caring, you’re fun, kind, and you’re impeccably handsome, of course.” the last part, you added as to cheer him up, before continuing.

“..you’re a good person. and i love you, no matter what. that’s why i stay with you.” hugging him tighter, you then buried your face into his chest, and he was taken aback for a moment, his emotions almost being spilled right out.

standing there for a long moment, he returned the gesture, burying his face into your hair. “i love you so much..” he muttered quietly, squeezing you in his arms almost suffocatingly. he really didn’t know what he would do without you in his life. you were the light in his dark life.

“i love you too.” smiling softly, you reciprocated the words, staying like this with him for a solid minute, before he abruptly pulled back. raising a brow, you questioned, “what..?” he simply smiled in response, muttering, “i think ’m gonna buy this one.”

scoffing, you chuckled. god, he changed the mood and the topic so quickly, you realized. it went from playful, to sad, to love, and now to this again; god, you had one hell of a boyfriend.

and, the rest of the day was spent with your boyfriend being silly and buying an entire closet worth of clothes for himself. although, he had a feeling you were going to take half of it to wear yourself.

© 2025 𝐏𝐔𝐏𝐑𝐃𝐎𝐔, all rights reserved. please do not copy, modify, steal or translate my works onto other social media platforms.

[asirensrage]

A Simple Bite

Title: A Simple Bite Rating: Teen Fandom: Tokyo Revengers Pairing: Baji Keisuke x Undescribed!Female!Reader Warnings: Biting. Confessions. Kissing. Not sure what else... Reader has their nails done which isn't a warning but it is relevant. Word count: ~1095 Summary: You're just trying to tutor him as usual. Jealousy derails it completely.

Notes: This was born from the urge to bite someone and Baji is the best choice of them all because he'll definitely bite back. I had fun writing it, even if it didn't go the way I initially planned lol. It's definitely cuter than I usually write. Another shoutout to @awkwardchick87 for the help in this!

It starts with a bite.

Baji had been distracted this time, displaying none of his usual concentration on the work and instead, he focused on your hands. Specifically, your nails. You just got them recently done, a spa day with your friends that led to all of you being pampered. They were a simple shade of black but he couldn't seem to tear his eyes away. No matter how often you tried to reroute his attention back on the assignment, his fingers traced yours, looping together and dragging your nails across his palm. It was enough to fluster you. He shouldn't be touching you like this, not so casually.

"Knock it off," you demand.

But he doesn't, holding your hands tighter and teasingly asking you "What if I don't?"

You were simply using what you had available to you. He held your hands, restricting them as he carefully traced over the dips and curves of them to the point of each nail. So you used your teeth.

You bite Baji on the arm, scowling at him in demand to release you.

Something in his eyes flashes and before you're even aware that you're moving, you're pinned down, back against the floor and Baji above you. "Ba-"

His lips meet yours, kissing you in what feels like desperation. You yelp in surprise at the sensation and he pulls back instantly, eye meeting yours as he's searching for something you're not sure is there.

“Wha-what are you doing?” 

“You drive me so fucking crazy,” he says, throwing his glasses to the side so you can actually see his eyes. Your breath hitches. His stare is intense, bronze looking at you as if he’s going to bite you back. You rarely see him without his glasses, without his hair tied back. Strands fall now, brushing your cheeks and curtaining you both from the rest of the world. 

“What?”

“The way you snap at me to focus, the fucking praise when I get something right…you’re so beautiful and now…your nails. Who the fuck did you get them done for?”

You stare at him in surprise. “My…my nails?”

His eyes narrow slightly. “Girls only get their nails done when they’re going out, so where you going? You paint them in my colour and you going around to meet someone else?”

You stare at him, trying desperately not to laugh. You don’t know where he got this idea from, probably one of his friends. “I got them done with my friends. And they’re not in your colour! I chose black because it’s simple and I like it!” 

“Like me.”

“What?” you ask, trying to follow his thought process. Sometimes he thought of things in ways you would have never connected. 

He weaves his fingers between yours before pressing your hand down against the floor next to your head. “Black like my hair, like my Toman uniform…simple like me.”

“You’re not simple, Baji.”

“Keisuke.”

“What?”

“My name’s Keisuke. Think my girlfriend should call me it, don’t you?”

“Girlfriend!?” You look up at him in shock. “I didn’t agree to be your girlfriend!” 

“Sure ya did,” he says, grinning at you. “You bit me. That’s a declaration of love in my books.” 

Your face heats in embarrassment. “I didn’t mean it like that! I was trying to get you to let go!”

“You…” He frowns slightly. “Do you want me to stop? I will. Ain't gonna force you or nothing. I just…I really fucking like you.”

“What?” You blink up at him. “You do?”

He huffs a small laugh, looking down at you in amusement. “Course I do. Why else would I sit through this shit?”

“Because your mother threatened you?” you say dryly. 

His laugh is louder this time, fangs flashing as his head leans back. “Nah, she’s the reason I asked for help but you’re why I stayed. Why I keep coming back.”

“Ba–Keisuke,” you correct yourself when he looks down at you. “This is…it’s sudden, don’t you think?”

“Nah, been waiting too long for this. Unless you don’t want me.” He leans closer, pressing his chest against yours. “What’s it gonna be? You gonna let me kiss you?” 

“You already did,” you point out. 

“Yeah, but I want one from you. If I kiss you again, will you kiss me back?”

You stare up at him. His gaze is soft but there’s hesitation there, as if he’s worried he’s gone too far. “Are…are you sure?” you can’t help but ask. You’ve never been confessed to before, especially not like this. 

He grins, but it’s softer than last time. “Yeah. Did you not hear me? You drive me crazy.”

“Kei-” 

He kisses you again. He bites at your lip, tugging it between his teeth in an effort to get you to open up more to him. You move slowly, parting your mouth to deepen the kiss. Keisuke groans into it, pressing closer and trying to shift closer between your legs. 

You gasp, overwhelmed by the feeling, by the taste of the soda that lingers in his mouth. Baji surrounds you like this until the only thing you can focus on is him and the feelings he’s creating in you. 

He pulls back, both of you panting as you try to catch your breath. “Be mine.” 

You swallow tightly. “What…what about Chifuyu? Kazutora?”

Baji snorts. “What about them? They’re just gonna be jealous I got you first.”

“What!?” You look at him in surprise. 

He grins, a little sharper. “You didn’t bite them though, did you?” 

“That was an accident!”

“Nah, you like me too,” he says, completely full of confidence. 

You put your hands on his chest, pushing him back. He moves with ease, following your direction. He moves to sit back on his heels as he watches you. “Keisuke, I…” you swallow tightly, suddenly nervous. “I don’t know how to be someone’s…”

He shrugs. “Shit, me either. We’ll figure it out. Just accept me.” 

“Okay,” you nod, trying not to smile. 

He grins sharply. “Good. It’s my turn to bite you back,” he lunges forward, teeth moving to your neck. You fall back laughing as he playfully nips at you.

“Baji!”

“Not my name!” he says again, pinning you down in place. 

“Keisuke!”

“There you go,” he leans forward, kissing you again. It’s slow and sweet and he pulls back just enough to look at you. 

You stare back, breath catching at the look in his eyes. “Kei-?”

“Perfect.” He grins at you before lunging forward again. You laugh wildly, hearing him join in before he claims your lips again. 

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