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sleepysnk · 2 years ago

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hanma + his girlfriend whose oblivious to the fact that his roommate is hitting on her 🤍

a/n: cijsjxjwjd i saw this and was very intrigued, but nonetheless, my brain was working at 3 am and here we are. sorry if this is shitty 😭! thank you for sending this in by the way! 🫶🏻

pairings: hanma shuji x fem!reader

warnings: modern au, college au, slight kisaki x reader, flirting, jealousy, possessiveness, nsfw, smut, some exhibitionism, unprotected sex, dirty talk, praising, use of pet names (doll, babydoll, princess, baby), some rough sex, breeding kink.

thrill ft. hanma shuji

He really hated how fucking oblivious you were.

He watched with sharp eyes how you stood there with that gorgeous smile on your face, speaking with his roommate oh so casually. Giggles flew past your lips at the little jokes Kisaki cracked to make you laugh. He wouldn’t have said a word, but a certain sentence made Hanma almost question his entire friendship with the man he had been living with for the past two years.

“Your laugh is cute.. really cute actually.”

Hanma could not stop thinking about it.

When you paused in your snickering, he figured you would have abandoned the conversation, but you didn’t. Instead, you did the exact opposite and kept speaking with Kisaki. You even thanked him for his compliment. Hanma couldn’t believe that his flirtation went completely over your head. He was the only one who caught onto it. He knew Kisaki Tetta better than anybody else, and he knew damn well when he was trying to get at something he craved.

He wanted to do something about it. It wasn’t the first time Kisaki had said something suspicious around you. Yet, you didn’t say a word and assumed it was platonic. However, Hanma knew that wasn’t true at all. He was done with your ignorance and he was ready to crack.

That’s how you ended up with your legs thrown over Hanma’s shoulders. His cock pressing deep into your womb, sending you over the edge from the euphoric feelings. He wasn’t showing any mercy either. He didn’t care how loud you were or how you practically begged him to not stop with tears brimming at your lash line.

A sadistic smile wore itself into his gorgeous features. He had the best view in the whole fucking world, and he wasn’t going to let anyone, not even Kisaki, get a chance to see it. You were his. You were his angelic little girlfriend. He wasn’t about to share you.

The hand with ‘Sin’ tattooed on it trailed down your abdomen slowly. Your flesh was like silk beneath his slender fingers. “Shiiiit, you’re driving me crazy, princess.” he slurred.

Your fingernails clawed at the skin on his shoulders. The pleasure became almost unbearable from how great his thrusts were. You could hardly keep up with him. “H-Hanma! It’s.. too m-much! Ah!“ your head fell backwards onto the pillows behind you, eyeballs disappearing beneath your eyelids.

God, you were so fucking stunning like that. He honestly wished you could see yourself the way he did, because he couldn’t get enough.

Your lips were swollen with drool pooling deep within your mouth, your pretty eyes were glassy with tears, and most of all, your delicious cunt was sucking his cock in perfectly. A white ring wrapped around the base, allowing him to slide inside you with such ease. If he wasn’t careful, he’d slip out, and he couldn’t allow that. Not when you’ve been taking him like the good girl you were.

Squeezing your thigh, he pushed your legs apart further so he could stare at your pussy. It was so swollen and wet. He could feel his mouth watering at how it looked. “F-Fuck.. yeah, you take me so well, baby.” he groaned, “M-Might have to put one in ya, babydoll. You’re so fucking good.”

He smirked when he felt your walls quiver around him tightly. You always preferred when he came inside of you. Your velvety walls covered with his cum were sending you into a frenzy. “Inside..! P-Please, Hanma!” you blubbered, looking at him with desperation in your eyes.

He scoffed, placing your legs around his waist so he could angle himself. It’d be perfect for him to fuck his cum deep inside of you. “Yeah..? Want my cum in you, princess?” he cooed. “Such a pretty baby.. I’ll make sure you’re full.”

Hanma’s golden eyes flashed towards the clock beside the bed. He smiled devilishly when he realized that a certain someone was just a few minutes away. He knew you’d be embarrassed, but Hanma wanted Kisaki to know that you’re not to be messed with. He’d have to sit there and watch as Hanma made you cum, not him. He was the only one who could send you over the fucking edge.

Your second orgasm was already on the horizon. The knot beneath your belly was tightening with every little thrust. Hanma could feel the way you were clenching down on him. He was determined to make you reach it. He wanted to see you fall apart underneath him. You were always the prettiest when you screamed his name.

White stars danced along your vision as he poked at your g-spot. You were slowly losing yourself. Your mind becoming lost within a thick cloud surrounding it. “I-I’m gonna.. cum! Hanma! Oh, Hanma! Right there!” you cried, your thighs beginning to tremble as your orgasm crashed over you like a tidal wave on a shore.

Hanma intertwined your fingers with his as you came. He was so close to his own high, but you looked too pretty to not admire. “That’s it, doll. Cum for m-me..” his hips began to stutter as his cock twitched inside of you. “Gonna fill up this pretty cunt.. make it all mine.”

You watched him with hazy eyes as he fucked you with such desire. The grip he had on your hand was so tight that his knuckles turned white. The effects of your orgasm were slowly disappearing, and you started to feel that white-hot pleasure again. All that came from your lips were whimpers and whines for him to cum inside you.

A loud groan suddenly escaped his mouth as he finally reached his orgasm. Thick, white spurts of cum began to cover your pretty walls, filling you completely. Hanma practically emptied himself inside of your cunt, and he had zero regrets.

Panting, he leaned down to catch your lips on his. The kiss you shared was sloppy, but passionate. It honestly turned him on all over again, so he’d probably have to shove you into the shower so he could have another round with you. Plus, he didn’t have to clean a mess.

“Ahem.”

The two of you turned your heads to meet an embarrassed, but angry Kisaki. The blonde stared at his roommate with annoyance.

Hanma knew it was coming, especially since he was fucking his sweet girlfriend on Kisaki’s bed.

“Sorry, couldn’t help myself ♡.”

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buccini555 · 1 year ago

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— 𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡

˖ ࣪⊹ 𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝟐

˖ ࣪⊹ 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬

˖ ࣪⊹ You ended up having an argument and after they said something rude to you, you left and during the night they found you drinking in a bar with someone else

˖ ࣪⊹ H e a d c a n o n s!

˖ ࣪⊹ 𝑭𝒕. Rindou Haitani, Kokonoi Hajime, Izana Kurokawa, Shinichiro Sano, Hanma Shuji and Kisaki Tetta

tw: alcohol citation, alcohol abuse, fights with insults, excessive jealousy, offensive words

𝐑𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐮 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐢

"Fuck, you know what? Meeting you was the worst shit that ever happened to me!" Rindou said shouting while you were arguing, hearing that was the last straw for you, making you leave that same moment, as soon as you got home, you ignored all his calls and went out to a bar close to your house.

After a few bottles and drinks, you were there talking to a stranger completely drunk, unexpectedly, Laughing knowing that you would definitely be there, showed up at the place and saw you with the stranger.

"You are kidding me?" He said, holding you by the arm and dragging you out of the place, Rindou was sincerely worried about leaving you alone in that state that he totally ignored the jealousy and the argument you were having previously, for that reason, he took you home and took care of you all night.

𝐊𝐨𝐤𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐢 𝐇𝐚𝐣𝐢𝐦𝐞

"Are you that dissatisfied with me? Then go away, I won't miss anything." In the middle of another argument, Kokonoi ended up saying that sentence to you, making you leave, however, in order not to waste the night, you went alone to a bar you used to frequent, not caring at all about the amount of drink you had. you were taking it with someone you didn't even know.

After you were already completely drunk, without warning Kokonoi appeared at the place, seeing you with someone else, that made him hate you, but he definitely wouldn't leave you alone.

"Let's go, this place isn't for you." He held you, taking you from your place and taking you home, because he was completely overcome by jealousy, Hajime couldn't even look at your face.

𝐈𝐳𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐊𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐰𝐚

"You're nothing but a disgrace..." That's what you heard from Izana in the middle of the argument they were having, causing you to just leave at that moment, but, in order not to waste the night, you went drinking alone in a from the bars on the avenue, together with anyone, you drank more and more drinks without caring, soon becoming completely drunk, ignoring all of Izana's calls.

He went looking for you in each of the businesses in that place until he finally found you, seeing you with another man, he just couldn't control the anger he felt at that moment.

"I was right about you, you're just a bitch." He said in a tone loud enough for everyone to hear, after that, he took you out of the place, taking you home to take care of you, even if he wanted to leave you in the middle of the street.

𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐨 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐨

Shinichiro was never rude, but that day his mood was terrible, after he hurt you with rude words in the middle of an argument, you just walked away, ignoring him in every possible way.

During the night you went to a bar next to your house, having a few drinks with a stranger to drown your sorrows, without caring if you were exhausted or not, when you were completely drunk, Shinichiro finally found you, seeing you with another guy really left him very affected.

"Is that how you like me? Not missing the opportunity to be with someone else? That's shit, huh..." He said, taking you out of the place and taking you to your house.

𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐦𝐚 𝐒𝐡𝐮𝐣𝐢

"You're nothing but a stupid bitch." Hanma told you in the middle of that damn argument, making you feel so exhausted to the point of leaving, but, in order not to waste that night, you stayed alone in that bar, drinking with a stranger. As soon as Hanma showed up and saw you drunk with another guy, he made nothing but a real scandal, the jealousy he felt became the purest anger he could feel.

"Come on, let's go home, worthless bitch." He said, holding you by the arm and dragging you out of the place, he fought with you the whole way, but then, with a lot of patience, he forced himself to take care of you.

𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐤𝐢 𝐓𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐚

Kisaki wasn't one to lose control during arguments, but this time he ended up saying something so offensive to you that you made the decision to leave.

During the night, you went to a bar next to your house, ending up drinking like a stranger.

Unexpectedly, Kisaki went looking for you, as soon as he saw you with that guy, he just remained silent, soon after, he went to look for you.

"Come on, when you're sober we'll talk." Taking you away from the bar, was the only thing Kisaki said.

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arlerts-angel · 11 months ago

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❝HOW CAN YOU KNOW HOW TO LOVE IF YOU CHANGE YOUR MIND AGAIN?❞

this one's for those with fuckboy tendencies! you're their favorite game to play.

a/n: some of these may be out of character, don't worry — it's just for the fic! i really like how this came out regardless 😌 18+ MDNI

cw: various characters x afab!reader, mean!dom characters, porn with no plot, overstim (f), dacryphilia, penetrative sex (piv)

he knows you're sitting by your phone waiting for him to text.

he gets off on making you wait... it keeps you on your toes. it's a sick mindgame and he's the only one having fun.

he strings you along, leaving you on read for hours until his cock starts to ache. his hand won't satisfy him, though. he needs his oblivious little cocksleeve.

even he doesn't know why you let him fuck with your head like you do. maybe you're just as twisted as him for enjoying the way he toys with your mind (and body).

it's just that when he's good, he's just so good. he eats your pussy like it's his last meal. the way he swirls his tongue on your clit and fucks his fingers into you is criminal. the way he fucks you like you're nothing, too. there's not a drop of care for you when his cock bullies against your cervix, nor your overstimulated clit from your fourth orgasm.

the only thing he loves more than your cum on his sheets are your tears. he loves making you cry. "fuckin' crybaby. you can take it. 'm almost there." he groans. "too much–! 's too much... please–!" you cry. he grins devilishly at your whines before his face contorts. "fuck–!" he hisses and pulls out to cum on your ass.

he's terrible at aftercare, but he's kind enough to let you stay the night. "you know where the towels are if you wanna shower. try not to wake me up." he grumbles and gets into bed.

the next morning when you get home, he's already texting you.

"you left and didn't say bye?"

aw. maybe he does care.

tetta kisaki, light yagami, eren jaeger, hanma shuji, nishio nishiki, ayato kirishima, zeke jaeger, bertholdt hoover, connie springer, jean kirstein, suguru geto, toji fushiguro

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aikuse · 7 months ago

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spring's temptation

Three times Kisaki Tetta attempts to confess to you, and one time it works…a little too well. -> 5,211 words. gn!reader (reader wears heels to a party), fluff, mutual pining, slow burn, texting, college universe/au, hankisa-centric, mentions of throuples/polyamory. pet names ("pretty girl", "doll") -> a/n: love a good slow burn moment. this is VERY very selfship coded...this may or may not have been modeled off of a text convo my partner and i have had in the past...whose to say! no smut/nsfw this go around, just good old fluffy slow burn. my entry into the enchanted forest network's spring feelings collab!

INSTANCE #1: March 21st, 2005

Your eyes crack open to the sound of a lone mourning dove, cooing as it takes its place on a telephone wire, nestling next to its companion in the bright morning sun. It’s…warm. Warmer than it’s been the past few days. There’s a peek of pink and green from behind your curtains, asking to be let inside.

Your bed is soft, but with a groan, you arise, slamming your alarm off by smacking your phone screen and rubbing at your eyes. The smell of breakfast creeps into your nostrils as you get dressed, and a ping from your phone catches your attention as you check the screen.

Shuji <3

Ready yet, doll? We’re here.

Sure enough, two sets of bike tires faintly squeak against the asphalt, Shuji’s high-pitched giggle echoing through your now-open window that you release the lock on, pushing the curtains aside. Your two boys are down at the edge of the fence, Shuji pocketing his phone and looking up at you with a massive smile. His companion doesn’t make eye contact with you, fiddling with his shirt instead, his glasses slowly sliding down his nose.

Kisaki.

You wave at them both, a grin to match Shuji spreading across your face. “Be down in a minute!” you call to him, and he nods, elbowing Kisaki to look up at you. He complies, begrudgingly, a blush flushing his cheeks as he looks up at you. He waves at you, and you cheekily blow a kiss at him, to which he flushes an even deeper scarlet and looks away. Shuji’s laugh echoes in your ears as you shut your window, making your way downstairs.

Your mother greets you quickly, making sure you have everything you need, before pressing a kiss to your cheek as you leave the house, bounding down the stairs and grabbing your own pink and blue bike to join the boys.

“There’s my pretty girl,” you hear Shuji say, walking up to you and leaning down to press a kiss to your temple, pushing your hair behind your ear. You giggle at it, your face a little warm as you take a sniff of the surrounding air. It’s spring, all right; there’s the scent of freshly cut grass, the sharpness of Shuji’s cigarettes, and the clean linen scent of Kisaki’s laundry detergent hanging in the air around you.

Speaking of, the boy in question seemed to be hanging back today. You peer around Hanma to take a look at Kisaki, who almost looks like he’s pouting. “What’s up, Tetta? Need some attention?” you coo at him, and he snorts, rolling his eyes. “Jesus, don’t treat me like a baby,” he says in a low voice, but you can’t help walking the two steps over to him and giving him a hug. His arms don’t wrap around your own, but you can feel his heart absolutely racing against you.

Hmm. Weird.

Hopping on your bikes, you make your way to the bakery around the corner for some fluffy confections. Your mother has always waggled her finger at you for doing so, complaining that you’re going to rot your teeth before you’re twenty-five, but you simply laugh and take a massive bite out of whatever pastry your eyes were set on that day.

Today, it’s blueberry scones.

They’re fresh, the daily special, the scent of warm bread and blueberry drifting through the air as you three pull up to the storefront, hooking your bikes up before wandering in. Hanma takes his place right behind you, a large hand splayed across the small of your back, with Kisaki next to you. Your arms brush every so often, and you can almost feel a flinch.

Mega-weird.

The woman behind the counter gives you a soft smile when she hands you your bag of treats, and you return it before exiting with the two boys following you closely. The breeze that hits you as soon as you walk out is ethereal, like that first sight of a daffodil peeking out from the snow, or seeing the suggestion of cherry blossom bulbs beginning their push through the trees’ branches.

“Wish it could be like this forever,” you whisper, and Hanma moves in front of you, his face so close to your own with a massive grin on his lips, giving you a wink before moving to his bike. You turn to look at Kisaki, who has obediently stayed back behind you and Hanma during the exit, but seems to not know what to do now, looking down at his feet.

“Right, Tetta?”

You saying his first name causes his head to jerk up, before he scrunches his nose. “I guess,” he says slowly, his words heavy. You roll your eyes, grabbing his shoulder with one of your hands, the other occupied with the bag as you flash him a smile, to attempt to get him to give one back to you. It almost works; you can see the hint of one tugging at his face.

His mouth opens.

“Yeah. I wish it could, but maybe it’s a good thing that it won’t.”

Huh?

He says nothing more, moving to his bike to unhook it, Hanma already ready to go. “Come on, doll, you’re gonna make us late!” he shouts, and you huff, placing the bag on your bike’s carrier in front before mounting it yourself. You three make it to campus with plenty of time, Hanma’s claim of being late a far cry from the truth as always; he never failed to be the most dramatic of you three.

What Kisaki said somehow still weighs on you, and not even the still-warm blueberry scone in your hands can dispel the peculiar sense that weighs in your chest.

Shuji <3 [5:32 PM]

Hey doll you seen Kisaki anywhere

You [5:34 PM]

nah why

Shuji <3 [5:40 PM]

Haven’t seen him in a few days. Kinda weird, right? Like I’m not trippin

You [5:42 PM]

no that’s not like him to ignore u. are u sure he’s not just at summer camp?

Shuji <3 [5:45 PM]

No, I checked his house because I’m a psycho :p and the cars are still there

You [6:17 PM]

hmm well maybe just leave him alone maybe smth went wrong at home

Shuji <3 [6:18 PM]

I guess……………

Shuji <3 [9:46 PM]

You ever notice how he looks at you?

You [9:47 PM]

huh??? the fuck does that mean

Shuji <3 [9:48 PM]

Nothin. Just feel like something aint right

You [10:20 PM]

shuji ur literally overthinking rn im sure he’s fine

Shuji <3 [10:31 PM]

Hmm. Alright. See you tomorrow doll <3

You [10:31 PM]

INSTANCE #2: April 10th, 2010

Five years, and now you’re head of the garden club at school as a freshman in college. Of course, Hanma and Kisaki both made it into the same university, and you’ve all been enjoying freshman year with everything you have. You’ve both grown closer over the years, naturally; but that feeling you had with Kisaki all those years ago has since festered. You’ve pushed it away, consistently, but it never fails to linger. Hanma doesn’t notice, or is ignoring it, and frankly, you’re relieved about that. The last thing you want is him jumping down your throat about it.

You wander through the rows of colors, letting your hand drift across all of the soft petals as you approach the small outhouse, grabbing one of the straw hats left for the volunteers. You wrap an apron around you as well, tugging gloves on before you hear a cough behind you.

You almost jump six feet in the air as you whip around and come to face—

“My God, Tetta,” you say, exasperated, your hand on your chest in mock surprise, “don’t scare me like that! You could’ve just asked to come with me today, you know.”

There’s a hint of blush on Kisaki’s cheeks as he pulls the books in his arms closer to him with a tch and a roll of his eyes. “I guess, but it’s a public garden,” he points out, the know-it-all in him becoming even more loud, “anyone can come in and out. You should expect visitors.”

He’s right, he’s always right.

You wave him off anyway, handing him some gloves and a trowel. “Well, since you’re here, I’ll put you to work. I’ve got some flowers to plant where the pansies died last year, and I’ve dug them up already, so I’ll need your keen eye to know if I’m planting them correctly.” The sentiment in your voice is clearly not lost on him, as he all but throws his books into the outhouse next to your bags and tugs on the gloves, following you like a puppy as you move through the rows, landing on an empty bed with fresh soil.

It’s quiet, the activity; he pulls the flowers out of the store-bought plastic containers, and you tuck them into their new place, patting them once as you go to make sure they’re solidly planted into the soil. The bed becomes a flush of color as you both make quick work of it, with reds and yellows and purples exploding across the empty space.

There’s a problem plant that Kisaki ends up dealing with, whose roots have made it almost impossible to pull out. He’s been struggling for a few moments now, continuously trying to get it out and then reverting to another sprout and returning to the stuck plant after. Seeing his frustration caked with dirt on his face makes your chest flutter just a little bit as you reach over—

Your hands make contact, and even through the gloves, you feel a spark.

Your hand moves back unconsciously, almost yanking it to your chest as you play it off with a laugh, but Kisaki’s eyes go wide as he looks at you. There’s a beat of nothing, before he nervously laughs with you. “Must have some static electricity,” you say, attempting to smoothen out the awkwardness as you reach for the plant again, “but let me.”

He hands it to you, and you slip it out as easily as if it were never stuck at all, his jaw dropping and eyebrows scrunching in anger. “Well,” he begins, and he stutters as you look at him with an eyebrow raised, patting the problem child into the dirt, “I-uh-I just loosened it for you. Obviously.”

“Obviously,” you repeat back to him, but there’s no malice in your voice. The blush on his cheeks is even more red as he looks away from you, grabbing the next flower to remove from the pot, refusing to say more.

The sun is still high in the sky when you finish the bed, and it looks gorgeous as you sit in front of it, sharing water with Kisaki. His hands freed from the gloves, he reaches out to brush against the petal of a snapdragon, the cherry red contrasting nicely with his emerging tanned skin.

“Antirrhinum.”

You don’t miss a beat. “Bless you?”

He laughs, then, a genuine laugh that you hadn’t heard in a while. His mood around you hadn’t gotten worse, but it hadn’t gotten better, either, since that day at the bakery. You still don’t know why he’d been acting so weirdly, why he said that he wished things would change; it had been five years, you’d think you’d know by now. Why did he think that? Were you and Hanma not enough for him after so long? Did something happen at home? Did—

“It’s the genus that snapdragons are from. It’s ‘cause they look like dragons when you squeeze them. They’re actually not compatible with themselves, a lot of the time. They can’t self-pollinate.”

You nod, humming. “Sure know a lot about plants, huh?”

Kisaki’s face couldn’t be redder or he’d look like a tomato. “Yeah. One of the weird things I like to study, I guess.”

You’re not sure what prompts you to move, but you do, so your hand is covering his own. Skin touching skin, the spark isn’t there, but there is an odd sense of warmth. The peculiar sense comes back again, one that you can’t put your finger on. It’s not weird or wrong, just…odd. Nevertheless, you don’t move away, and he doesn’t either. Your eyes meet, and it’s like time is suddenly frozen, waiting for a choice to be made. You can’t help but flicker down to his lips and back up, and you can tell he’s noticed as his white teeth appear to bite down on his bottom lip gently.

You cough, moving away, going to remove your hand. “Sorry.”

He shakes his head, gripping onto your hand so you can’t remove it. “Don’t be. We’re friends, right?”

The smile he gives you doesn’t reach his eyes.

There’s the peculiar feeling again, tightening your chest.

Shuji <3 [9:26 PM]

Alright, doll, enough fuckin around.

You [9:26 PM]

huh????

Shuji <3 [9:27 PM]

You invited Kisaki to do the stupid garden shit with you and not me? :(

You [9:27 PM]

oh my god u idiot he literally just showed up of course i had to put him to work

Shuji <3 [10:08 PM]

Yanno if it were me I’d think you’re fuckin with him on the side

You [10:09 PM]

WE ARE FRIENDS OMG

Shuji <3 [10:10 PM]

You sure about that?

You [10:11 PM]

YES???? why should i not think that???

Shuji <3 [10:20 PM]

Come on, you gotta notice. He’s not the best at being subtle

You [10:21 PM]

i rly don’t know what ur talkin about here but if he rly thought that i’d hope he would have a convo w me about it instead of brooding like an idiot as u seem to say

Shuji <3 [10:42 PM]

HAHA yeah. Hopefully he grows some balls and does something about it.

You [10:43 PM]

ABOUT WHAT????

Shuji <3 [10:45 PM]

Nothin. Gnight doll <3

You [10:46 PM]

ugh fine gnnnn ilysm

Shuji <3 [ 10:50 PM]

Love you too

INSTANCE #3: MAY 15th, 2013

“Kisaki!” you slur, your drink sloshing in its container as you stumble your way over to him. Hanma is behind you, one of his large hands keeping you steady as he meanders over with you, a matching grin on his own face as you both adventure over to your third, who is currently sitting at the bar nursing his only beer of the evening, scowling.

“What’s got ya so bummed out, huh?” Hanma asks, resting one hand on the bar and the other on your shoulder as you slide in front of him, between the two men, your eyes sparkling as you look up at Kisaki. His glasses are new, clear frames that make him look more mature. He’s forgone the buzzcut he used to have, instead opting for an undercut. No more dyed hair, either, at least not at the level he used to have. The highlights are more exact, a barber having done them rather than a fourteen-year-old rebellious boy.

He looks good. Too good.

Hanma has also changed quite a lot, although not to you. To you, he’s still the possessive boyfriend he’s always been, goofy and laughing and never taking anything seriously. He’s also opted for shorter styled hair, being much less ridiculous than his “skunk haircut” that you forever teased him about. However, he has a look that he gives Kisaki, one that you either hadn’t picked up on before or that you simply hadn’t noticed…

It looks like yearning.

Kisaki takes a sip from his beer before looking at Hanma. “You know this stuff isn’t really my style,” he drawls, a finger circling the rim of his glass, “I’d much rather be at home, honestly. Reading a book sounds like a much better use of my time.”

You clap your hand on him, ignoring the flash of shock in Kisaki’s eyes. “Come on, Tetta,” you whine, “life isn’t just about books. It’s all out here! Waiting for you to explore!” You brandish your arms around you, gesturing at the bar’s dance floor, crammed with sweaty bodies and solo cups and tongues inside of wet mouths, filthy noises barely being dulled by the horrifically loud bass echoing around the room.

Luckily, where you three are, it’s relatively quieter. Sofas line some of the walls. There’s a girl grinding on her choice for the night, her cherry red lips leaving faint marks on his cheeks as they kiss sloppily. There’s a hint of drool on his chin as his hands move to grab onto her hips, moving her gently against him, grinding her down onto whatever is hiding in his pants.

You tear your eyes away, only to see both Hanma and Kisaki staring at you. “What?” you exclaim, shrugging your shoulders, but the alcohol has a grip on you now. You need someone to touch you, and whether it’s Kisaki or Hanma, it seems to not matter to your horny brain. Your skin feels like it’s on fire with every moment that passes.

Your logical brain, however, goes for Hanma, due to the fact that he’s your partner, your lips brushing against his neck. “Kinda wanna go home,” you whisper against his sweaty skin, and you feel his throat rumble as he laughs, pulling you close to him. “Sorry, doll, this is my party,” he says, “but lucky for you, I have a good friend willing to take you home, since he wants to go so badly.”

You look over at Kisaki, who looks like he’s staring daggers at Hanma. There’s a beat of silence between them, tension hanging in the air so thick that you could cut it with a knife, when Kisaki sighs, finishing his beer and extending his hand. “M’lady,” he says, a smile on his face, and you follow him happily, planting a kiss on Hanma’s lips before you go. “I’ll let you know when I’m home,” you shout back, and he nods, lifting the glass at you and blowing you an air kiss.

The walk home is slow as you stumble, eventually ripping off your heels and choosing to walk in your bare feet. Kisaki doesn’t notice, moving a few paces ahead of you. Once he realizes you’re no longer right next to him, he looks back at you, and then at your feet, and—

“Jesus, why are you walking barefoot? Come here.”

You don’t get a chance to say anything before he’s picking you up, slogging you onto his back in a forced piggyback ride. Your heels thud lightly against his chest with every step he takes. “D’you work out or somethin’?” you slur, your cheek resting against his shoulder, your breath on his neck. He nods, effortlessly huffing as he adjusts you without you even doing anything, a squeak falling from your lips. “Tetta!” you exclaim, giggling, and you can feel his smile without even seeing it.

“I work out so I can make sure someone as pretty as you gets home safe without a scratch.”

Pretty. “Pretty,” you say slowly, weighing it on your tongue, “I s’pose I am. Thas’ a weird thing to say about your friend, you know.”

You’d always joked with Kisaki that you were just friends. Sure, he got touchy when he was drunk, and he did do things for you that felt boyfriend-level, but it was nothing serious. Hanma was always there, anyway, clearly the boyfriend in charge with his loud voice and raucous laugh taking up the space that Kisaki himself left for him. They’d been good to you, both of them; they’d always been good to you.

Your apartment appeared much faster than you wanted it to, having felt so content being carried by Kisaki that when he set you down in your entryway, you almost collapsed to the ground. You giggle at the mistake, picking yourself back up and dusting yourself off, before looking up at him.

You’d have thought he’d been looking at the stars with the way he looked at you in such fascination. You ignore it. You have to ignore it, because you can feel that peculiar feeling rearing its head again. It had been years since you’d felt it, so why now? What about right now, other than the alcohol flooding your veins, made you feel like this?

“Thanks for, uh, for gettin’ me home,” you say, breaking the silence and picking up your heels and going to move further into your apartment, but a hand lands on your arm. There’s a plea in Kisaki’s eyes when you meet them, but it’s gone before you fully realize it.

“You’re welcome,” he chooses to say instead, “make sure you drink some water.”

He disappears before you can respond, the door clicking shut behind him.

When the refreshing water hits you, after you meander into the kitchen and fill a glass, the realization does too.

The peculiar feeling, the feeling you’ve felt every time you come into contact with Kisaki. The feeling you had all those years ago when he’d mentioned how he wanted things to change. The spark between you two that felt so much more than just static electricity jumping from one’s skin to the other. The fact that he took time out of his day to come help you at the flower gardens (which you never questioned, either, oddly enough).

It all pointed to one thing, one staggeringly shocking revelation that you almost can’t fathom as you slide onto the linoleum floor.

You were in love with Kisaki.

Kisaki was in love with you.

And you, despite your best efforts, were in love with Kisaki and Hanma.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

You [1:02 AM]

u fuckign bas tard u were rIGHT the wh OLE time

Shuji <3 [1:04 AM]

Hmm? Really? What was I right about?

You [1:05 AM]

TETTA

You [1:05 AM]

HES IN LOVE W ME ISNT HE

Shuji <3 [1:06 AM]

Oh, yeah. He’s so fuckin bad at hiding it it’s kinda funny

You [1:06 AM]

WHY DID U NOT

You [1:06 AM]

TELL ME

You [1:06 AM]

WHY DID U NOT SAY ANYTHIGGGGGNNG

Shuji <3 [1:10 AM]

I have, so many goddamn times. You just didn’t wanna see it <3

You [1:12 AM]

FUCK

You [1:12 AM]

what do i do shuji. what the fuck do i do

Shuji <3 [1:13 AM]

Well, you still love me, right?

You [1:13 AM]

yes god i would never not love u im so fr

You [1:13 AM]

but wtf am i supposed to do about being into him too like how does that work

Shuji <3 [2:05 AM]

Well, there’s a lot I gotta tell ya.

You [2:06 AM]

like what????

Shuji <3 [2:17 AM]

You think you’re the only person out of the three of us that likes him?

You [2:17 AM]

like………

You [2:17 AM]

WAIT

You [2:18 AM]

LIKE LIKE?????

Shuji <3 [2:18 AM]

God, I love you but you make it sound so fuckin weird lmao

You [2:18 AM]

I DIDNT KN OW U WER ENT STRA GIHT

Shuji <3 [2:25 AM]

Surprise lmao

Shuji <3 [2:25 AM]

So I’m guessin u can see how this is gonna work right

You [2:26 AM]

that,,,kinda makes it a lot easier

Shuji <3 [2:26 AM]

Yeah duh. Worryin for nothin. I love you but goddamn lol

You [2:27 AM]

oh my god shut upim gonna go to bed and pretend this didnt happen

Shuji <3 [2:27 AM]

You can try doll. But we’re gonna talk about it eventually.

You [2:28 AM]

yeah yeah okay gn i did make it home safe btw

Shuji <3 [2:30 AM]

Yeah Kisaki told me. Knew he’d keep ya safe considering he’s in love with you

You [2:31 AM]

FUCK OFF GOODNIGHT

Shuji <3 [2:31 AM]

Goodnight doll <3

INSTANCE #4: MAY 31st, 2013

Having your boyfriend know that you’re in love with his best friend and also having the realization that he is also in love with your best friend is, frankly, a best case scenario for the ridiculously comical love triangle that you find yourself in now.

Neither of you have said anything to Kisaki, of course. It’s been a few weeks since the party, and you’ve both concocted a plan together; to drop hints and see how long it takes Kisaki to realize what’s going on. Given his innate ability to read people, you both bet that it’ll take him a week at best.

A week stretches into two, then three. Consistent touches are met with a smile but nothing more, helping out around his apartment gets a “thank you”, but he’s not giving either of you any room to move further or even bring up a discussion. It’s a bit ridiculous, actually, and while you know Hanma can last forever when it comes to a good slow burn (particularly if it involves Kisaki), you do not have the same patience.

It’s a wine night after you finish your junior year of university when it all comes out.

You three are piled up on the couch, and you unstick yourself to move into the kitchen, sighing as you pour another glass of wine. There’s a sound of shuffling, before you see Kisaki enter the kitchen with you, pouring his own glass. “It’s good, right?” you say, swirling your glass up to the light in mock analysis as he grins, the wine flushing his cheeks a sweet pink.

“Sure is,” he says, and the silence that fills the space after is…a little awkward.

“Say, I wanted to thank you for, you know, not making things weird.”

Your gaze moves from the glass to his face, and with the drunken flush on his cheeks it looks like he’s finally grasped onto a string of bravery.

“Weird about what?”

There’s a clink as his glass lands on the countertop. “Calling you pretty. Was just a slip of the tongue, I’m sorry. That wasn’t right.”

“Ever the example of honesty, I see,” you joke, sitting on the countertop with the glass. You can hear the TV in the living room slightly lowering its volume, and you know for a fact Shuji is listening in. Why wouldn’t he? The look you gave him after you left the room, the wink he’d tossed your way, he knows what’s going on.

Kisaki swallows so harshly that you’d think he was attempting to swallow an apple whole. He looks as if he’s debating on what to say, how to respond to that, because you know he’s not being truthful. He doesn’t know that you know, though.

Luckily, you don’t have to wait long, because he takes a deep breath, and out it comes.

“I’m tired of pretending that I’m not into you. It’s a lie, it’s a massive lie that’s been poisoning me for years and I am so exhausted with pretending that I don’t feel something for you.”

You stare at him in mock shock, trying your best not to laugh.

He immediately backtracks, his hand brushing against the back of his neck. “Fuck,” he whispers, “fuck, I’m sorry, now I made it weird, I know you’re with Shuji and I shouldn’t have said anything, I know, I—”

“God, Tetta, shut the fuck up for once,” you finally say, snapping. The resistance that you’ve held the past couple weeks has suddenly crumbled, watching him stumble over his words and ignore the love he has for you based on…what? Your commitment to Shuji? You’re basically a throuple anyway, it’s like he’s been blind to it all. Blind to the love that you and Shuji have for him.

He looks at you with real shock, and you roll your eyes, tugging on his shirt to bring you closer to you, slotting between your legs. “Shut up,” you repeat against his lips, and you crush yours against his own.

He’s speechless, unmoving, like a statue as you kiss him, slowly, gently attempting to unravel his nerves that are bubbling underneath his skin. Slowly, he softens in your hands, meeting the motions you’re giving him. He cups your cheek and tilts your head and his tongue slides in, skating across your teeth. You let out a soft moan into his mouth, but he doesn’t stop. The restraint is off, disappeared, dissolved in the space between you two.

He’s shuddering against you, like he can’t believe he’s doing this, but like he’s so excited to finally kiss you and break through whatever mental block he’s put up. He’s panting against you, red-bitten lips pounding as he looks at you. There’s so many emotions in his eyes; betrayal, shame, lust, excitement, all colliding in a wild kaleidoscope.

“Sorry.”

His voice is raspy, and he goes to move away, but you lock your legs behind him so he can’t move. He stiffens, looking back at you with surprise as you lean back, your palms flat on the countertop as you roll your eyes. “Tetta,” you respond, in a sing-song voice, “don’t apologize. I liked it.”

“But Shuji—”

“Are you stupid?”

He slowly blinks in confusion. “M-Maybe?” he stutters, alarm in his voice, and you giggle.

“You know he likes you too, right?”

There’s a snort that breaks the air, and Kisaki’s head all but whips to the kitchen entrance as he looks at his newly-emerged friend, brushing his long fingers through his black and blonde locks, grinning.

“Silly Tetta,” he teases, walking up to you two, “silly, silly Tetta. How are you so goddamn analytical but you can’t tell when both of your friends are in love with you? Fucking idiot.”

If Kisaki could get any redder, he’d be morphing into a tomato as he looks down at your lap, suddenly incredibly embarrassed. “I-I don’t know what to say,” he finally confesses, and you cup his cheek in the same way he did to you moments ago, pushing his face to look at you. “You don’t have to do anything right now,” you say to him softly, “but I would like to snuggle some more with you both, if that’s okay.”

Shuji laughs, swinging an arm around Kisaki and dragging him back into the living room. “C’mon, love,” he calls behind him, and you follow, bringing the wine glasses and placing them on the coffee table as you collapse onto the couch with Shuji’s head on your shoulder, Kisaki’s on your lap. Your hand falls into Kisaki’s hair as the other removes his glasses, and he hums, shockingly fine with the way events are progressing given his embarrassment earlier.

“Just me and my boys,” you giggle, and Shuji can’t help but laugh, pressing a kiss to your cheek. Kisaki joins him, brave again, kissing your other cheek.

Your face hurts by the end of the night, having the two men you love more than anyone draped over you. It’s more than you could ever ask for.

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iamfandomtrashandimproud · 4 months ago

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Elder sibling Kisaki! Y/N: *opens door to see Hanma* Oh, what brings you here, big guy?

Hanma: I was gonna ask Tetta to come with me today to the beach! 😁

Elder sibling Kisaki! Y/N: 🥰 That sounds so fun!

Tetta: Uh no. I'm not going 😒

Elder sibling Kisaki! Y/N: *death grips on Tetta's shoulder* Your best buddy came over to ask you out in person. You're going to the beach, Tetta.

Tetta: 😶😨

#tokyo revengers #Tokyo revengers x reader #kisaki tetta #hanma shuji #Source: saiki k #Kisaki tetta x reader #hanma shuji x reader #Platonic! Tokyo revengers

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luxthestrange · 23 days ago

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TOKREV Incorrect quotes#61 Leave already-

All of a sudden...A Bunch of Males, not the usual geeks or closeted perverts are dining in the cafe....but actual hooligans, The owner does not mind it as much given...more income...but you and the others...

Manager: Look at all these customers from the midnight ride. I smell diner success!

Maid!Y/n*Glaring at her* Really? 'Cause I smell baked crotch. Can balls fart? Because I feel like I'm smelling that too...

Toman*Overhearing you...and they "Discrectly smell themselves...and slide a bit lower on their booths embarrassed*...

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Moebius: Service, service, service, service, service, serv...

Maid!Y/n*Arriving to the table looking at the glasses guy*you heard your bro,Service him~

Moebius: Oh, crushed!

Tetta: Hey, you better be careful, 'cause I can give you a run for your money.

Maid!Y/n: I don't have any money.

Tetta: Well, with a body like that, you don't need any~

Osanai: Oh! Ba-bam!

Maid!Y/n:Did you actually think that was a good line, or is that what you do so the check gets paid by Richie Rich?

Tetta: Hold on, Who said I was rich?

Maid!Y/n: Let me see your Hands.

Tetta*Shows you his palms and smirks* What...looking to see if I have poor-people calluses?

Maid!Y/n: No, I wanted to see how big your penis is...With Hands that size,you better be rich.

Osanai: Oh! Shazam!

Hanma*Finding this maid amusing but still reprimands Osanai* Not cool, bro~

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angelltheninth · 2 months ago

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Things Tokyo Rev Men Enjoy

Pairing: Takemichi Hanagaki, Manjiro Sano, Ken Ryuuguuji, Takashi Mitsuya, Kazutora Hanemiya, Baji Keisuke, Shinichirou Sano, Chifuyu Matsuno, Rindou Haitani, Tetta Kisaki x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, established relationship, creampie, praise, angry sex, cock riding, risk of getting caught, marking, fucking in front of others, mirror sex, overstimulation

Ko-Fi | Rules | Fandoms and Characters

A/N: I got a friend to watch this so I've been rewatching along with him.

Takemichi trebled as you clung onto him, your breath shaky and warm next to his ear. "Only a little bit more Take, you can do it can't you? You've been waiting for a while." You pressed your body against his, felt his thighs flex under yours.

"Anything for you babe- a-anything you want, just... fuck... please tell me how good it feels for you." His lips trailed across your shoulder, fruitlessly trying to put a stop to the whimpers he's making as your pussy keeps trying to drain the cum from his dick. "I'm doing good for you aren't I? You're feeling good cause of me..."

You smiled against his pinkish cheeks and made your inner walls flutter around him, "What do you think? Are you making me feel good? The best I've ever felt? Making me want nothing but your cock?"

"Yes! Yes, yes, ugh, I'll make sure you feel even better soon!" Takemichi kissed and lightly bit at your lips as he finally let himself come, trembling against his bed more than you were against him, almost dizzy from the pleasure he knows he's giving you.

Mikey pulled you against his body, his balls pressed under your ass. "You're not going anywhere yet. I still gotta empty these in your pussy." He rolled his hips upwards even though his cock had nowhere left to go. The friction was enough to stimulate your inner walls, eliciting a small moan from you.

When you tried to pull away from him he tightened his hold. He was enjoying it a little, being able to keep you all to himself however long he wanted.

"Of course you want me here. Who else is gonna keep your cock warm and your balls empty. Am I right, Mikey?" You pressed your body against his, your pussy pulsing around his cock.

"I like having you close." He mumbled against your neck before he pulled you off his cock and then slammed you back down to receive his hot cum.

Draken hates it when you try to hide your pretty face when you have sex. Him seeing your face while he fucks you stupid is his favorite part of it. Well one of his favorite parts. So when you have sex he makes sure that there are no pillows you can use to hide.

Besides a much better use for the pillows is under you so he has a better angle to thrust his cock into you. "Remember what we agreed on babe, no hiding from me. I want to see all of you." Draken teased as he pulled your hands towards him, effectively impaling you on his hard cock.

"But it's embarrassing! The face I'm making right now-" He interrupted you with yet another deep thrust, the angle perfect for fucking you just right.

"Is beautiful. You're beautiful when you make that face. You're making it because I'm making you feel good, I love to see it. Makes me so hard." He insisted , one handmaking from yours and stroking your cheek, "You're beautiful like this, coming on my dick."

Mitsuya never gets tired of you riding his cock. It doesn't matter if you're constantly going up and down on it or if your body is pressed so closely against his that he can feel your tits moving as well. There's no better feeling than your weight on top him while you moan.

"You want me on top again?" You asked with a chuckle as Mistuya moved his hands along your hips and sighed when you took his cock and lined it up with your wet pussy.

"What man wouldn't want you riding and draining him dry? I got all pent up for you." His smug smile turned into a grin when he pushed you down enough to take the tip in. "Can you get is all in one go?"

You quirked your eyebrow at the question. Leaning down you pressed your breasts against his chest, your ass in the air for a few moments and then fully sat on his cock, taking the entire length at once. His cock filled and stretched your pussy, eliciting a deep moan from the both of you.

Kazutora usually let his anger out on opposing gang members, which would then get him and his friends into even more trouble. In turn this would mean he got injured all over again so you suggested he used his energy in a more pleasurable manner.

You weren't ready for how passionate and horny he would get when he had all his anger pent up and the only way for him to let go of it was to fuck it out. "Look at you, getting off on me hurting you." Kazutora brushed his hand along the bruise on your hip left there by his grip.

"I wanted to take your mind off things." You wrapped your legs around him and arched your back into him, your pussy clenching around his cock.

"Those guys deserved it for flirting with you. And you... dressed like that, you were provoking me weren't you? You like me when I'm angry, rough." The bruises he left on you were the kind you would gladly show off.

Baji has no problem with fucking you in front of his gang to make a point. What is that point? That you're off limits to anyone but him. You might make their cocks hard but they're not allowed to touch you, even think about it.

"I had no idea it'd turn you on so much, being on display like this, like a little fucktoy." He whispers close, only for you to hear, so that only he knows how hard your pussy tightens and loosens around his dick. You pull him close to try and hide your flustered face, protecting yourself from the truth of his words.

His hands grab your thighs and push them further apart, letting the other guys see how wet his cock is from pounding your pussy. You hear curses, laughs, snickers around you, but no one even dares to ask to join, valuing their life over pleasure.

You kiss his neck and wrap your legs around him, even though they're shaking. "You should do more than that Baji." You egg him on as your inner walls tighten around him. With a groan he understands what you mean, pulling back and then balls deep back in right as he finishes, shooting thick ropes of cum in you.

Shinichiro spreads your legs open in front of a mirror but doesn't put his dick in before he sees you're wet enough. He enjoys the show of you touching yourself for him, getting ready, touching your clit the exact same way he would. The whole while you feel his hard cock against your back.

"Don't you want to put it in? I can feel you dripping." You look back at him but he only looks at the mirror. More specifically the way your fingers pump in and out of your pussy.

"Babe, you know I want to." He breaths against your ear before kissing behind it. "Look at me as you take my cock." The dark eyes in the mirror never leave yours as you're lifted up by the hips and then pushed down on his throbbing cock.

He uses one hand to guide you, the other one gently on the back of your head to make sure you don't look away. The grip doesn't let up until you feel the soft, full balls pressing against you, then away and then back against you harder.

Chifuyu can't help but het hard when he sees the tiniest evidence of his love on you. He's always covered in various bruises and marks from his fights, he wants you to be covered in marks from his love for you. But you also can't help but want the same for him.

Every time you spot a new bruise your lips latch onto the spot and suck. "Mine." You whisper against his skin while you ride his cock. "I hate that you get so many of these." You run your hands across his back. "I want to be the only one marking you."

"Like I do to you." Teasing you he bites down hard, hard enough to leave a mark just below your boob. "You're mine as I am yours. Nothing will change that."

A little sigh leaves your lips as his tongue licks the mark, hips snapping quickly against yours, making you jump in his lap. He holds you close, feeling every breath you take, every slight movement of your nails against his skin, scratching his back as you come on his dick.

Rindou chuckles against your neck as you try to hurry him up. "Don't tease anymore, we could be caught." He's been taking his sweet time, running his hand down your back, his fingers gathering the wetness between your legs before rubbing it against your clit.

"Look at you," He presses the tip of his cock against your entrance before moving away. "Humping away like a bitch in heat. What's wrong? Scared that everyone's gonna see you for the slut you are?" You brace yourself against the desk as his hips snap forward, sheathing himself fully inside you.

You cover your mouth with your hand, the back of your thighs stinging from the rough thrust. "All at once... oh god..." Your pussy spasms around him.

He grunts, hips immediately starting to piston in and out. "Take it, take it all, take it deep." He is hands brace against your hips as he pounds away at you. "You were made for this and you know it, everyone else will know it too. I'll make sure of it."

Tetta laughs when your body falls limp onto the bed, his arms being there to catch you just in time. "We're not done yet pretty girl." He licks from your tits to your jaw. "I've been waiting all day for this, don't tell me that's it."

"No... just need a bit to... come... to..." You gasp as he starts moving again, almost like he's toying with you. Words fail you several times, body and mind overcome with pleasure that becomes electric when his thumb find your clit. "Ah!"

He knows exactly how to bend you to his will, he knows what he's doing to you, using your body for his pleasure while making you lose your mind to it. Because of him.

"What's that? Did you want to tell me something, huh baby?" He grins down at you, meeting your eyes for a moment before they close and yours roll back, overcome with a new wave of pleasure. Waves of cum wash over your insides, your legs pressing against him, the only thing that's keeping you sane.

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shoyoist · 2 years ago

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.˚⊹ ꔫ — 𝐓𝐑. 𝐌𝐄𝐍 + 𝐂𝐔𝐓𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 !!

content: gn!reader. fluff. perhaps slightly suggestive. established relationship / implied marriage if you squint. characters are written as adults. hinted final timeline but not explicitly! ... note: so glad this one's done lmaoo i hope you like it! squeezed in all my faves hehehe<3

— ⊹˚. ♡ his voice always goes soft when he calls your name.

° 𐐒𐐚 . HANMA SHUJI. BAJI KEISUKE. SANO SHINICHIRO.

"babydoll," he hums, voice low and saccharine as he slides over to you, wrapping his arms around you and pulling your back to his chest. his voice is husky with sleep, hair messy and eyes lidded, as he hums a good mornin' into your ear and kisses the back of your neck.

you're in the cute little apron he'd got for you, fixing him a breakfast of waffles and coffee, currently in the middle of making the homemade jam you once came up with that he likes so much. "'s breakfast for me?" he asks, repeating the little petname, leaning down and pooling his weight onto your back as he rests his chin on the crook of your neck.

his shirtless chest is warm, and he smells good — sleepy, smoky and of fresh sheets because you'd both changed the bedsheets last night before tucking in. "it is for you, baby." you say, grinding berries into the little bowl you've got your hand around. "go brush your teeth and take a shower, m'kay? so you can have a nice morning meal before you leave for work."

"ain't it the weekend?" he sighs, not wanting to move off you. you're so soft, so sweet-smelling and so comforting to the touch. "fuck work. i'll stay home with you t'day."

"you can't, it's not the weekend. and it's not like you have weekends off anyway." you laugh, dropping the little glass pestle down and taking hold of his chin, tilting his face so you can kiss him on the cheek. "go on. and if you woke up earlier, you'd have more time to cuddle me before you leave."

he smiles at your little chide, and the lines of his cheek press into your lips. "what if we just cuddled now, hm?" his grip around your waist tightens. "right here, on the kitchen counter. prop you up like this, 'n kiss you here, there—"

he pushes the plates and bowls aside and lifts you up onto the counter easily, but just as he leans in and captures your lips in a kiss, there's a clink! and before either of you can react, the little bowl in which you'd been preparing his jam for him rolls off the counter and shatters onto the floor.

"fuck—" you exclaim, trying to jump down but he pushes you back and skirts some of the porcelain away with the bottom of his slipper, looking sheepishly down at the mess. "look what you did now!"

"uh," he runs a hand through his hair, stepping back and glancing at the broom before he looks back at you — teeth flashing as his lips pull into an apologetic grin. "sorry."

"no cuddles for you. and no nice morning meal of jammy waffles and hot coffee either, it seems." your own lips draw themselves into a tight line, unimpressed as he makes a big show of getting the broom and wet rag to clean up the berry goop and broken glass.

"aw, babydoll. don't be so fuckin' mean." he grumbles, jutting his bottom lip out in a fake pout. but as he finishes sweeping and clears the spill, his expression softens again — and he walks over to you, placing a gentle hand on your knee as he leans in for a make-up kiss.

"g'nna get you a real grinder, a'right? one of the fancy fuckin' ones from the department store. 's what my babydoll deserves." he mumbles against your lips, and you can't help but relieve your frown and smile. "in my favourite colour?"

"mhm," his voice cracks just a little as he hums, smiling back into the kiss. "in your favourite colour."

° 𐐒𐐚 . KISAKI TETTA. KAKUCHO. HAITANI RAN.

"honey," he calls, shutting the door behind him and waiting for the beep of the automatic lock before he lets go of the knob and walks into the house. "i'm home."

for a moment, there's no answer and only a serene sort of quiet emanates from beyond the front hall — and he wonders if you aren't home. but then, he makes his way upstairs and hears the sound of your voice, muffled by a closed door that stands between him and you. you're in the bath, he realizes, a little wave of relief washing over him.

"honey," he knocks on the bathroom door before opening it a crack and peeking in. "i'm home."

"sweetheart!" you look up and see him at the door, and he has to pause and stare for a moment because you're so lovely, covered in soap suds and with your wet hair slicked back, the pretty silver lights he'd got for you hung up on the ceiling and bathing you in a dim, ethereal glow. "you're home!<3 come here, baby."

you pat the edge of the bath tub, and though he's in a suit because he'd had to attend an event (a tiring one) today, he takes his socks off and walks into the bathroom, sitting on the edge as you'd asked him to before leaning in and sliding a hand into your wet hair, pulling you in for a soft, lingering kiss. "missed you today."

"hmm," you muse, tilting your head to a side and reaching up to cup his cheek in a wet palm. "more than usual?"

"more than usual," he agrees, and you notice the wear in his eyes, in his expression. your thumb caresses the lift of his cheekbone for a moment, before your hand slides down to his shoulder and presses against his chest. "come join me in the bath, baby."

"hm?" he mutters, having nearly dozed off sitting in the bathroom, your hand gentle and comforting on his person and the warm air of the bathroom that was so unexpectedly nice after the heavily air conditioned meeting room he'd been sitting in for hours and hours on end. "what did you say, honey?"

"come join me in the bath." you say, reaching out with your other hand to hook a finger into the knot of his tie, loosening it and letting him breathe a little. he frowns a little, as if hesitant to agree, and you jump back in — "it'll be good for you to relax, baby. i'll wash your back 'n your hair. please?"

and it's not that he doesn't want to get in the bath with you, it's that the tub isn't really big enough for the two of you— but the pleading look you give him and the weariness in his body that lulls him downwards along with the insistent tug you give to his elbow, is all enough to convince him.

"alright," he sighs, standing back up and sliding his suit jacket off his shoulders with a shrug, slipping his arms out the sleeves and hanging it on the hook meant for his towel. you watch as he undresses, welcoming him into the tub with a kiss to his shoulder when he squeezes in.

you end up seated on the edge of the tub yourself, letting him relax in the soapy water as you use the showerhead to run water through his hair and over his back. he sighs, shutting his eyes and feeling so thankful as a wave of relaxation washes over him via your gentle hands and the warm, fragrant water.

“thank you, honey.” he mumbles, voice low with wear.

you give him a smile and kiss his wet hair. “it's no problem, baby. i love taking care of you.”

° 𐐒𐐚 . RYUGUJI KEN. HAITANI RINDOU. KUROKAWA IZANA.

“princess,” he waves to you from across the street, seated on his motorcycle and leaning on the handlebars. your friends start giggling as you jump and spin around to look for him, fighting your blush.

his eyes are droopy as he meets your eyes from the distance, and he'd look bored if you didn't know him better. but you know he's just taking his time checking you out. and he's looking so good but also being so embarrassing, calling you cutesy names like that in public.

you nod to your friends, cheeks hot because they're winking at you and swooning over how perfect of a boyfriend your man is, and with a quick good-bye you hurry to the other side of the street.

he leans in and waits expectantly, and you give him a kiss on the cheek before climbing onto the back of his motorcycle. he takes your helmet from where he'd slung it on one of the handlebars, and you stand beside him feeling all pampered while he fits it carefully over your head and fastens the strap under your chin for you.

“you're embarrassing, baby.” you chide, wrapping your arms around his waist and resting your cheek on his shoulder as he drives off.

“me? embarrassing?” he scoffs. “and how am i embarrassing? don't want me to come pick you up from work anymore?”

“no, it's not that!” you protest, and you see the grin that flits to his lips from the motorcycle mirror. rolling your eyes, you give him a pout that he won't see but knows is there on your pretty little mouth.

“then what is it, princess?” he chuckles fondly, and you twist your lips indignation before you continue.

“it just makes me shy when you call me that in public.” you confess, the heat returning to your cheeks again as you think about it. his voice just sounds so nice in your ear, and it reminds you of something else sometimes, when he calls you those names.

hearing it makes you feel hot in your cheeks and in your chest and in your stomach all in one go. “when i call you what in public, huh?” he asks, the smile on his face once more. you punch his shoulder gently, leaning back and shaking your head a little to free as much of your hair in the wind as you can with the helmet on. “that.”

“i don't know, princess, i'm not a mind reader.” he shrugs his shoulders, teasing, knowing exactly what you mean.

“you just said it again!” you cry out, as he starts to laugh. “when you call me princess! it makes me shy!”

he chuckles again, relaxing around your hold as you wrap your arms around him again, letting out a little hmph! that hits the back of his neck and sends a shiver down his spine.

“now princess,” he deadpans, slowing down and looking to the side as he makes a turn. “don't make a fuss.”

and ugh, it's just too easy for him to tease you. “baby!”

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TOKYOREV BOYS WHEN YOU HANG OUT WITH THEIR BEST FRIEND WITHOUT THEM

CHARACTER(S): Kisaki . Wakasa. Baji

WARNING/S: n/a

a/n: Fics requested thru 2k event will resume in the day after

Kisaki Tetta

Managing a crime syndicate is no easy feat, so, understandably, Kisaki has been and will always be busy. you have no problem with it considering he makes time in his busy schedule to spend with you. sadly not all the time though.

Today was supposed to be his free day as he promised to clear his schedule and spend it with you. but certain things happened and Kisaki was stuck in his office. after a sincere sorry, he lends you his card claiming 'you don't have to get stuck in here with me' and to enjoy the rest of the day.

you were disappointed but used to it and as you were contemplating what you could do alone you bumped into Hanma, wandering the streets, a cigarette in hand.

with nothing to do, Hanma offers to accompany you and to your surprise, he was actually good company. he knows quick shortcuts, offered his opinions on certain things, showed you good places to go with Kisaki, and made you laugh with his witty comments.

It was already dark when you came back to Kisaki's office, still on his chair where you left him but clearly more tired and stressed than the last time you saw him, which was that just morning.

Kisaki looks up from his table, silently greeting you as you drop the bags you shopped and went over to him and kiss his cheek as a greeting which he welcomes.

"Babe, you've been working since morning, how about a break?" you offered while Kisaki stared at you, suddenly wondering how he got so lucky.

Kisaki sighs and reached a hand to hold yours, "I know, this work can't seem to lessen even when I spent a long time on it. Sorry, I couldn't spend the day with you"

you couldn't stop the smile from spreading on your face. "Hey it's okay, besides the days are not over yet, want to have dinner with me?"

Kisaki wouldn't refuse that, especially not when you're pulling him up and towards the separate table, where a soft couch is waiting for him. one by one you set up take-out food and place them on the table." I brought your favorite from your favorite restaurant"

Kisaki pauses, suddenly his brain is working at full capacity again as his brows furrow. remembering that his favorite restaurant is found in a not-so-safe part of the town. "That part of the town is outside my control, you shouldn't have gone there alone"

nonchalantly, you responded without missing a beat "I wasn't alone, Hanma went with me"

This time, Kisaki's whole body tenses, his brows furrowed even more in confusion. "what?"

"said you didn't have any job for him so he accompanied me, I doubt someone would approach me with Hanma around" you explained, completely unaware of the turmoil happening in your boyfriend's head.

noticing his silence you turned around to look at him, an undescribable expression on his face as if he was thinking very deeply.

you carefully asked, "What's with that face?"

with a sigh, Kisaki drops his utensils and pulls you closer to him. and honestly responded to you, "I don't trust Hanma alone with you"

now you were even more confused, "Hey, Hanma wouldn't do anything to harm me, besides I doubt he has any bad intentions to me, you're his friend, and you've known each other since high school"

his burrows didn't lessen one bit, "exactly, I know how his brains work…" a moment of silence as Kisaki thinks hard before sighing and dropping his head on your shoulder. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't direct my frustrations and shortcomings towards Hanma, I didn't rise to the top just so I could write on papers all day long"

your features soften as you wrap your arms around him for comfort, "You do not have any shortcomings, I love you as you are" you coaxed gently, "though, I guess you could spend the whole day with me tomorrow?"

Kisaki chuckled, love and warmth spreading on his chest. "anything for you princess"

Hanma had more workload than usual after that.

Wakasa Imaushi

Wakasa is not lazy as he looks but rather an aloof individual, and while he enjoys dates with you, he prefers home dates where he can have you all to himself.

This day, Wakasa had invited you for another date or what he likes to phrase as a 'hang out at his house'. who were you to decline. so before coming over, you decided to get some snacks and candy on the way.

by coincidence, you ran into Benkei on the way to the shop and he decided to accompany you, even offered to pay for the snacks which you decline, not wanting to take advantage of his kindness.

Benkei looks intimidating but was actually fun to talk to. you were so engrossed with his stories about the early days with Shinichiro and Wakasa that time passed by.

a certain man was worried sick since you were supposed to arrive 30 minutes ago that he decided to get out and look for you.

by the time Wakasa found you, he stopped a few feet away, noticing how happy you were, eyes sparkling in astonishment with the man beside you. a conflicting feeling in the pit of his stomach.

He narrowed his eyes as he made his presence known. "I've been looking for you"

your eyes widen in surprise as you turned and see your boyfriend. a different sparkle in your eyes and a much brighter smile are directed at him, making him feel a little better. "Waka?"

"I've been calling you" he simply said eyes narrowing at Benkei who was also staring at him. a silent conversation happening between them.

"you did?" you asked in surprise as you rummage on your bag to look for your phone and sure enough he had multiple calls and texts. "Oh sorry, I must have put it on silence"

Wakasa raise a brow toward his friend, "what are you doing here?" Benkei shrugged, a grin on his face, knowing already what his friend is thinking, "Found her wandering the streets, thought I should say hi and accompany her"

Wakasa huffs, "ok, thanks, we'll get going now"

A Split second was all it took for Wakasa to grab your hand and pull you toward his house. intertwining your hands while he took the bag from your hands to hold. a curious look on your face as you watch him walk as if nothing had just happened. "what was that about?"

but instead of an answer, you were responded with another question, "what were you talking about with him?"

you blinked, putting the pieces together before you understood what was happening. you tried to hide your smile as you answered him. "just about the time when an old lady mistook you for a woman"

Wakasa freeze on the spot, "Benkei" he curses under his breath before looking ahead as if it didn't affect him. "Don't listen to everything he says"

"It can't be helped" you chuckled " that you're so pretty"

though not noticeable, he blushed immediately, before completely stopping. his droopy lilac eyes watch the playful look on your eyes before trailing down to your lips. "you're prettier though"

he pressed his lips against yours for a breathtaking kiss as he hummed when your hands' unconsciouslly came up to pull at the stands of his hair. you were both breathing heavily when he pulled away, a dazed look in your eyes. "were you jealous that I spent a little time with Benkei?"

"no" he quickly denied, before continuing and correcting himself. "just a little, that's 30 minutes taken from my supposed time with you"

Baji Keisuke

It wasn't that Baji is extremely busy but rather he has a lot on his agenda as a captain of the first division. plus he has a lot of pent-up energy that he needed to vent by beating up other people.

It's not something you have to be upset with, since Baji spends time with you more than you can ask for. is kind and extremely warmhearted to the point that he refuses to see you whenever he has bruises and wounds.refusing to make you worry about his well-being. so it didn't surprise you when you were welcome by Chifuyu instead of your boyfriend.

Baji making it a habit to send the blond and deliver an excuse as to why he can't come to meet you, even though you had long figured out that he didn't want you to see bruises on his body.

you deflate a little, contemplating between being angry or understanding, knowing that Baji is willing to cancel on a date just so don't worry.Chifuyu being a sweet and kind person offered to take you home but upon finding out that you have bought tickets to a movie he was also wanting to see, offered to see the movie with you. seeing no harm with it you agreed.

Chifuyu is a good company, like a little brother getting excited every time he sees a certain scene played out.after bombarding Baji with texts and calls, he then calls you later that night, with an apologetic tone behind his voice.

"Did you get home safe?" was his initial question. cautiously as if he was treading between life and death.

you pouted, a petty simple answer to his question. "you could have made sure that I went home safe if you showed up today".

He sighs, thumb absentmindedly playing with the charm hanging from his phone. "Sorry, you know I don't want you to worry"

feeling his sincerity, you sigh and forced yourself to smile and believe that Baji just wasn't the best for you."I know, just so you know I worry about you-- bruises or not, so It'll be a lot better if you do show up so I can take care of you"

Baji unconsciously smiles, a lovestruck look on his face. "We can watch it later this week, together this time" he offered.

without thinking much you voiced out a nonchalant response. "Why would I want to watch it again, When I already watched it with Chifuyu"

on the other side of the phone, Baji becomes silent. processing the words you said. Movie. you. Chifuyu. Together.

"You watched it with Chifuyu?" he asked frowning at the newfound knowledge. not that you can see. a look of confusion passed your face when the call suddenly ended and a few moments later there was a knock on your window.

"Keisuke?! what are you doing here?" you asked, eyes widened from shock as Baji easily climb over your window, a serious look on his face, but aside from that, angry bruises and cuts were present on his face,it looked painful to see. and now you understood why Baji doesn't want you to see.

But Baji was more busy to question you than realize the worry on your face."You watched a romance movie with Chifuyu?!" you raise your arm to cup his cheeks, snapping him to reality. "Is that important?! you're badly hurt!"

he looked at you silently for a minute, relishing the touch of your fingers against his skin. "It doesn't hurt, what hurts is that you watch a romantic movie with another man"

"and whose fault is that" you silently whispered while he crossed his arms against his chest and pouted while you smiled at him in response.

of course, Baji would be more concerned about another Man being close to you than his well being. Without thinking much, you pulled him towards you and buried your face in the crook of his neck. "If it makes you feel better it was a Romcom Movie, Chifuyu laughed the whole time while I was only thinking about you"

he raises his head, arms sheepily wrapping around you. cheeks flaming red. "It does make me feel better"

"I didn't know you get this jealous easily"

"shut up"

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