DEVELOPING NEWS: Artist responsible for drawing fanarts of two known characters was found already in ashes after finishing their illustrations in full color. More at 10. (08/16/2026)
⌗ keisuke baji/f! reader ⌗ 2.7k words ⌗ fluff, cuddling, implied sex, no use of y/n
⌗ a lazy morning with keisuke avoiding the sun after a late night
⌗ dividers by @/cursed-carmine ‹𝟹 more tokyo revengers fics ‹𝟹 read it on ao3
you're inclined to agree with keisuke this morning when he murmurs for someone to turn off the sun. as his heavy arm drapes over your chest and his deep grumble tickles your ear, the warmth of an inconveniently placed sun puddle across his pillow is hard to ignore.
almost instinctively he pushes you a little to the side, moving his body onto your side of his bed while he squints, assessing how far he needs to go and press himself against you to avoid the offending rays of warmth. perfect, he pulls you closer against his chest, now both of your still in the shade as you wake up together.
his forearm slots between your breasts, fist loosely closed across your heart. legs entangled, his nose pressed against the back of your neck, taking in the scent of your skin in the morning.
it's way past the time he usually gets up, but it was a long night last night, adrenaline high as he celebrated the end of exams for the year and came home to find you sleeping in his bed. it was only second nature for keisuke to crawl in and wake you up and see if you wanted to fuck before he passes out on top of you. which, of course, you did. you're only human, after all.
but this usually inaccessible time spent pressed against him in bed makes everything feel a little less real.
the warmth of the air outside hasn't yet bullied you out of bed and each other's arms, the ceiling fan's gentle breeze protects you a little bit longer. his motions start with a little kiss where he's been resting his nose against your neck. then, his hand slightly slides up to brush against your breast before trailing down to touch your stomach, feeling your warm skin under his callused fingers.
all of this doesn't even mean that he's awake and aware yet, keisuke does a lot more when he's half-asleep than you'd expect.
his lazy thumb rubs little circles on your abdomen when you stir, a slight tickle of his skin on yours making your brain slowly wake. he must feel you sigh, a soft breath alerting his half-asleep self to your consciousness that he simply has to take advantage of. it's only natural.
"kei…" you murmur when his hips grind against your ass, only once, followed by a sleepy chuckle from his side of your pillow.
"mornin'." he whispers, stopping his hips but keeping them flush against you. "y'know i gotta tease."
"was gonna say," you yawn, stretching out your legs and feet to a point, "mmm, wasn't enough for you last night?"
he barks out a laugh, short and husky as he refuses to wake up more than this. "fuck no." he teasingly bites the back of your neck before soothing the spot with his lips. "can't ever have enough of my girl…"
you snort in response, though he certainly shows that he means it, grabbing you with his hands like he's worried you'll flutter away from his grasp. he lets out a content little sigh when his hands start moving again, having you shift and adjust just slightly so he can move freely. one hand is already back to touching your breast, not teasing, not pushing for more, just feeling the texture and weight of your flesh in his palm. the other is travelling opposite from it, dipping slightly between your soft thighs.
again, not teasing, not pushing. just a tender touch, nothing more. call it concern after the rough treatment he gave you last night.
"how you feelin'?" he murmurs, voice like the crinkle of leaves on the ground.
you allow him a little more space for his palm between your legs, trusting him not to take it further than the gentle brushes of his thumb against your panties and the warmth of his hand on your inner thigh.
"hm?" you hum in response, because he can tell from the relaxed state of your body and how you seek out his touch that you feel good, albeit tired, and he's not stupid so he knows you're also sore, though not enough to push him away.
"good?"
the rest isn't necessary when you nod, rustling the pillow under your head while your own hands decide to stretch from sleep and travel down the expanse of his forearms, one cupping the back of his palm over your breast, the other gently pinching his wrist where it rests between your thighs.
you're not rushing him, not pushing away, not protesting. a touch for a touch, and that's how it works between you, never leaving any part of each other untouched.
minutes crawl by, passing only with gentle swipes of keisuke's fingers across your skin, his thumb across your panties that you don't even remember putting on. he usually grumbles something about preferring to feel you with nothing on, skin to skin like a kiss even with no lips involved, so you wonder why you've got a pair on you. not that it matters, because his fingers aren't trying to bypass the cotton fabric or hook under the material, this morning is just for gentle caresses.
"you feeling good?" you murmur after a while, finally feeling your throat relax from sleep and get into a steady rhythm of breaths and soft moans.
"free at last." you can feel his lips stretch into a smile by the tone of his voice, there's a relief that you've been waiting to see on his face for about a month since the exams started for him.
it's been a difficult time, keisuke has always struggled with staying focused on anything that's not you or fighting. even though you wouldn't admit it to him, you were worried. a little bit. a small little teeny tiny microscopic bit. but since all he had left for the past week was oral exams, you could sigh in relief, because if there's a way that he could almost guarantee a pass it's with his expert bullshitting skills.
and now he's free. for a few months at least, free from all-nighters and constant writing of complex molecule names on his palms and muttering some tidbits from his anatomy notes when you asked him what he wanted to get for dinner… scary times.
you're happy he went out to celebrate passing the last exam last night, even if that had meant that he would come back late and possibly tipsy. you'd let yourself into his apartment like usual anyway and snuggled up into his t-shirt to fall asleep in his bed, knowing you'd be woken up by his stumbling and cursing when he got back. even better, he managed to slide your t-shirt off and get between your thighs to truly set off the summer holidays right, by having his girl's toes curl against his back while he slams the bed frame against the wall.
and now both your heads are squeezed into one pillow avoiding the start of a too-early morning before it's absolutely necessary to get up and have some caffeine.
you brave a slight movement—even if it causes him to complain—and try to shift out of the spooning position only to feel his hands tighten against you, refusing to let you go.
"oh come on… i'm too comfortable 'gainst your ass." is his reasoning for not letting you roll over, but you want to taste the morning breath on his tongue and finally give his stupid little nose a bite. so you wiggle out of his tight embrace and through some embarrassingly difficult movements manage to face him, once again entangling your legs together and sliding your hands around his waist.
"there." you say with a satisfied smile when you're pressed nose-to-nose with him, inhaling his exhales and making good on your aim of nipping the very tip of his nose with your teeth. he wrinkles it a little in response, only making himself look more adorable.
"what was that for?" keisuke grumbles, not trying to return the gesture… for now.
"being cute. and also i'm proud of you."
he exhales a laugh through his nose, pulling you a little closer to him by your hips, once again travelling the expanse of your upper thigh with his warm hand, the other resting cupped against the swell of your ass.
"you said that last night, too. sounded better while you were moaning." he sounds incredibly proud of himself, for having you unravel for him at a mere shift of his hips like he did last night, and for hearing those words that you couldn't keep out of your mouth then, elated at the success he's worked hard to achieve.
"and i'll say it again."
"and if i make you moan again?" he purrs, nuzzling his nose at your jaw, nudging you to tilt your head up so he can leave gentle little kisses there.
"then i'll moan and whine and say it again and you're gonna deal with it until i tire of being proud of you."
that has him pinch your ass gently, making you yelp and jerk your hips towards his. his hand soothes the spot where he pinched, now only patting it with easy motions of his wrist. you don't think he'll ever tire of the way your body jiggles when he touches you, of holding the flesh that brings him so much joy, be it your ass, thighs, breasts, hips… baji keisuke simply has to have his hands on you.
"you know what gets me…" he begins, voice soft as the morning breeze that thankfully reaches through the open window. the rays of sunshine are creeping closer to where he hid from them, meaning it will soon be time to leave this comfortable bed and begin the day, but until the very last moment you will not unwrap from him.
"what is it?"
"this—" he gently lifts your thigh and pulls it higher on his hip, letting you hook your leg around it, "how i just touch you a little and you react so quickly."
you giggle, bringing your hand higher on his back, tracing the newer, slightly raised scratches you left there. you don't even have to see them, you know where they are and how new just by the way they feel against his warm muscular back.
"that so?" you sigh, caressing him until he shivers from the lightness of your touch. "and how do i react to this?"
"you go so soft." you blush at his words, the corner of your lips lifting as you watch his face still not admit it's morning, eyes closed, relaxed, pressed against the pillow. "like, if i lift your leg you don't even try to tense or move it, you let me… do whatever."
humming is your response, many times he's tested that, positioning you however he decided and you let him do it every time, no questions asked, just letting him move your body. one time, you did the same to him, finding that if you asked, he would also do whatever you instruct. it was a good evening of slow dancing in your kitchen before you went to bed.
"and…" keisuke continues, "i think you're whipped for me."
you scoff, "as are you!"
he doesn't deny it, just keeps sliding his hand up and down your thigh until he slowly rolls you over on your back and props himself up on his elbow, using one deft finger to trace shapes on your front.
"see, you let me do it again."
"why shouldn't i?" you counter, smiling at him as he focuses on the way your chest rises and falls with each breath, with the way your nipples pebble under his touch, with the trail his fingertip leaves behind, a shiver that soaks into your bones.
"i don't mean you shouldn't, it's funny that you just let it happen no matter what."
you just watch him for a while, watch the focused crease on his brow deepen slightly when he touches around your navel, circling it and watching your breath stutter. his touch continues, dipping lower, going over your panties while you try not to lift your hips up, knowing your body would react that way on its own.
"i like the way you touch me." you conclude, making his eyes snap to lock with yours. a grin spreads on his face, those sharp canines poking under his upper lip just enough to make warmth coil in your abdomen.
"oh," he whispers when he feels your tummy tense a little, "looks like someone isn't done with what she had last night…"
"ignore her." you plead, playful as you fold your hands over your sternum, at the same time spreading your thighs a little wider so keisuke has unfettered access to your body. "she doesn't know what she wants."
"she knew she wanted me though, didn't she?" he leans in, leaving a kiss on the swell of your breast, slow as the motions that his fingers make as they move across your clothed pussy, gently touching but not enough to pleasure you, just exploring the reactions this feather-light touch could give him.
"she always wants you." you admit, looking down at his wrist as it disappears between your legs when he switches to touching your inner thigh, grabbing it and squeezing gently, repeatedly. "i'm so in love with you."
keisuke moves to kiss your lips with that, tender but at the same time firm, like he's pressing a seal to an envelope of a love letter, like words can never replace the fire that he ignites in you when he kisses you like that.
"so am i, baby…" he murmurs before another kiss, messy and yet lazy, slow and needy at the same time. "so am i…"
the sun puddle spreads to your side, warming your hair as it lies spread across the pillowcase. your time is running out, quickly falling like sand, quickening the minutes you have left of glorious post-sleep haze that you never want to end. you can almost see the gears turning in his head, the little crease between his brow ever-present but slightly deepening when he thinks about something more intently.
"what are you thinking?" you whisper, watching him raise an eyebrow when he looks at your questioning face.
"we don't need to do anything today."
you blink slowly and hum as you try to shift your brain into gear, switching from thinking about how handsome he is to what your weekend was supposed to look like. "uh… no?"
"nothing at all?" keisuke sits up and dips the bed under his ass, making you grumble as you reach out to hold onto his wrist before he can leave the bed entirely.
"nothing, i think. why?"
he still manages to slip away from your grasp so you grumble, rolling onto your side to watch what the hell he's doing when he rolls out of bed and approaches the window offending you with the sunlight.
"what are you—" you begin before getting distracted by the sight of his muscular back, dotted with bite marks from your pearly whites, scratches from your sharp nails, and bruises from your loving lips sucking on his skin when you'd catch a moment to reach him there. and, fuck, he just looks incredible, he hasn't bothered to put on boxers after fucking you last night, so now you're met with a good view of his ass, immediately making your vision clear from sleepiness so you can actually appreciate it.
keisuke smirks over his shoulder, catching you ogling him but doing absolutely nothing to conceal the features that you're so shamelessly admiring.
"no plans, no sunlight, no leaving the bed." he says it so matter-of-factly, like it's the most obvious thing in the world. and maybe months of responsibilities and exams and all the expectations put on both of you have ruined your sense of relaxation, because it almost feels illegal to just give up on getting up. but at the same time…
he makes his way back to bed and crawls under the thin sheet that's covering the tops of your thighs, pretending like you're actually using it as a cover when it's so warm.
the room is once again dark as he shut the blinds, refusing to accept the passage of time and the sun's natural appearance. today exists only in a little bubble for you two, right here, right now, tangled in the sheets and the kisses that he's soon again depositing on your collar bone, neck, jaw, up to your mouth. you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him close, letting him once more settle between your thighs as you close them around his waist.
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"hm?" he turns around to see her sleepy form dragging her feet into the kitchen. the raised eyebrow on his face tells her that he's disappointed to see her dressed, albeit barely, but the quirk of the corner of his mouth says he's glad it's his t-shirt that's covering her body.
"need. coffee." she murmurs, sliding her hand across his lower back and then up his forearm, looking for the warmth that left her in bed mere minutes ago.
"i know. c'mere." he pulls her in by the fabric of the shirt, taking a long moment to take in her barely open eyes before she inevitably wakes up fully and becomes a menace pulling on his arm all day.
"mhm... thanks."
"not a mind-reader, just know you too well." he stirs the milk into both mugs, lightening the coffee to the perfect shade. "if i could read your mind, i think we'd never leave the damn bed..."
all she can do is nod and sniff the air as the aroma of the first coffee of the day fills it.
"not sure i'd mind." she smirks.
"no... neither would i."
no fucking way did i get to commission @leifydoodles for this incredible piece hello??? i'm beyond obsessed i want to have this tattooed on the insides of my eyelids??? his muscles? my NOSE??? OUR EVERYTHING?? leo you fucking killed it oh my god everyone go commission leo you will never ever regret it! thank you so much for this ily!
ᯓ dividers by @/uzmacchiato and @/saradika-graphics
