Imagine the TR boys (it could be anyone, or everyone haha!) are unconscious...then they happen to wake up in S/O's chest, S/O greets them "Oh hi ^^ you're awake!"
How they'd react if they passed out and woke up in their S/O's chest:
Mikey, Ran, Smiley, Ryusei, Hanma, Wakasa
Smug bastard
Like won't even be embarrassed type shit
He'll probably just lean closer and ask if you're enjoying the proximity
Saying something flirty like "Hey babe. Like the view?"
Might even sigh dramatically and ask for a kiss 'to feel better' if he's feeling too extra
Is (not so) secretly super giddy cause he can't get enough of you
Ends up teasing you about it
Sanzu, Rindou, Draken, Koko, Takeomi
Nonchalant king
He'll act like the fact that he passed out and is currently pressed between your boobs doesn't affect him at all
He'll just carefully get up and go on about his day like nothing happened
"No babe. I totally didn't pass out on you earlier. What're you talking about?"
Because he's secretly super embarrassed
And because he doesn't wanna admit he liked the closeness of the circumstance more than he should
But tease him and he might just decide to 'punish' you for it *winks*
Chifuyu, Takemichi, Angry, Hakkai, Shinichiro
Flustered af
He goes so red as soon as he realizes his position that you think he'll pass out again
Like stammering out "I'm sorrry"s and scrambling away from you
Then regretting it cause damn it was comfy
Will lose his ability to function normally around you for the rest of the day
Probably won't be able to look you in the eye out of shyness
And if you tease him he'll probably jump out the roof
Shion, Baji, Izana, Mochi
Corpse bride (in this case groom)
Like won't even open his eyes for a long time cause he wants the ground to swallow him whole
But you know he's awake cause his ears are turning red
Gets super defensive once he's up
"You thought I passed out? I was resting my eyes a bit."
Acting as if passing out means he's a loser and he needs to prove he's not
Might even yell "STOP MESSING WITH ME" if you tease him too much (sensitive lil thing)
Mitsuya, Inui, Kakucho, Mucho
Calm and collected
Even if he's flustered, he won't show it
He'll just gracefully get up and thank you for catching him
Reassures you that he's fine
"Don't worry, love. I just forgot to eat today. Promise it won't happen again."
Even let's you take care of him for the rest of the day
Will also remain completely unaffected by your teasing, just smiling or laughing along for your happiness
A/N
Hi anon!
I absolutely loved this ask. This was super fun to write. Hope you like the result just as much. Sorry if it's a bit shorter than usual.
Debrief: in which you bring up your biggest fantasy to your long time boyfriend, Keisuke Baji.
Warnings: SMUT, MDNI - 18+, gangbang, hand jobs, fingering (f!receiving), oral (m&f!receiving), face sitting, double penetration, there’s probably more but nothing crazy.
Case Notes: this is the most self indulgent thing I’ve ever done, actually. I got real tired of writing this and like… ran out of time 🤣 but I hope everyone enjoys it anyways.
The sheets were still damp with sweat, your legs tangled lazily with his as the rise and fall of his chest lulled you into that warm, floaty haze. Baji’s arm was heavy across your stomach, hair tickling your cheek as he pressed a kiss to your temple.
“You know,” you murmured, voice soft with sleep but edged with playfulness, “we should think about spicing things up sometime.”
Baji hummed, his hand absently stroking over your side. “Spicing things up, huh? What, like toys? Costumes?” He smirked, sharp even half-asleep, “Don’t tell me you’ve been holdin’ out on me, babe.”
You hesitated, biting your lip. The kind of hesitation that made him open his eyes and tilt his head down at you.
“Well…” you started carefully, “I’ve thought about something. A fantasy, really. Promise you won’t freak?”
Baji raised a brow, grinning crookedly, “Babe, you’ve already let me do shit to you I didn’t think I’d ever get away with. Try me.”
Your stomach fluttered, nerves tangling with mischief. You leaned closer, your lips brushing his jaw as you whispered:
“I’ve thought about your friends gangbanging me. Like… all four of you.”
The silence hit like a slap. His whole body went rigid.
“…What?” His voice was sharp, incredulous, though his arm didn’t leave your waist, “Which friends?”
You laughed nervously, cheeks hot, “Chifuyu. Kazutora. Ryusei. And you, obviously.”
Baji pushed up onto an elbow, staring down at you like you’d just admitted to plotting treason. His hair fell wild around his face, dark eyes flickering between anger and something else—something darker, hungrier.
“You’re telling me you sit there and daydream about my boys railing you?” he growled, disbelief heavy in his tone.
“It’s just a fantasy,” you rushed, your fingers brushing his chest in reassurance, “It doesn’t mean I don’t want you. You’re my everything, Keisuke. It’s just… the idea of being overwhelmed like that— by you and them— I don’t know, babe, it’s hot in my head.”
He exhaled hard through his nose, dragging a hand down his face, “Fuckin’ hell…”
His mind was at war— you could see it plain as day. Jealousy gnawed at him, sharp and vicious. He didn’t share. You were his. But the mental image slipped in anyway: you, wrecked and begging, surrounded by the people he trusted most. His jaw tightened.
“You’re lucky I love you,” he muttered, voice low, gravelly. “’Cause that shit? It makes me wanna snap— and makes my dick twitch at the same fuckin’ time.”
You giggled, relief loosening your chest, “So… not a hard no?”
Baji gave you a flat look, then leaned down to bite your shoulder hard enough to make you squeak, “It’s a hard fantasy,” he said against your skin, lips curling into a smirk, “You’re mine. Don’t forget that. But maybe… maybe I’ll make you beg like you’ve got all four of us here.”
His hand slid down your stomach, reminding you that for now, it was still only him— and that was more than enough.
-
The apartment smelled like beer and take-out, the living room crowded with laughter and bodies. Baji had dragged Chifuyu, Kazutora and Ryusei over for a “low-key” hangout, but the second you walked out of the kitchen with a handful of bottles, the low-key part evaporated for him.
Kazutora had always looked at you too long; Baji knew it, and had known it for years — but now, after what you’d confessed in bed, it was impossible to ignore. His oldest friend’s yellow eyes followed you as you crossed the room, lingering on the sway of your hips.
He clenched his jaw, shifting where he sat on the floor.
You leaned over to set the beers down and he caught Ryusei’s eyes flick down the curve of your back to the curve of your ass, quick but unmistakable. Then Chifuyu, moving behind you in the cramped living space, placed a hand at your waist to squeeze past. It was gentle, thoughtless even, but Baji’s stomach knotted still yet.
All of it, every glance, every touch— suddenly fed that image you’d whispered against his jaw a week ago: all four of them.
Baji’s fingers tightened around his beer. He tried to focus on the noise of the TV, on Chifuyu’s laugh, on Kazutora’s off-hand story about a fight downtown, but his mind kept going back to the way you’d looked at him when you said it. The heat in your voice. The way your thighs pressed together as you told him.
Now he was seeing it everywhere. Kazutora’s smirk, Ryusei’s stare, Chifuyu’s hand… each one a spark against his already frayed patience. His pulse thudded hard in his throat.
From across the room you caught his eyes and smiled, completely oblivious to the storm in his head.
Baji looked away first, dragging a hand through his hair, a low curse caught under his breath. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to drag you back into the bedroom right then and there just to prove a point… or pull his friends aside and break their jaws for looking at you like that.
Instead, he took a slow swig of beer, eyes narrowed, and tried to swallow down the heat in his chest.
-
The bell over the pet shop door jingled lazily as another customer left, and the hum of the fish tanks filled the lull. Afternoon sunlight filtered through the blinds, striping the floor in pale gold. Baji leaned against the counter, arms crossed, watching Chifuyu fuss with a bag of kibble while Ryusei and Kazutora argued over which tank needed cleaning first.
On the surface, it was just another shift. But his mind wasn’t on the shop. It hadn’t been since that night you whispered your fantasy into his ear.
He hadn’t stopped replaying it. Every glance his friends had given you, every accidental brush of a hand or wandering look, had been seared into his memory. He hated it and he couldn’t stop himself from wondering what it would look like if he let it happen.
His jaw worked as he tried to keep his voice casual, “Yo,” he said suddenly, pushing off the counter, “serious question. What’s the wildest shit you guys ever thought about doing with a girl?”
Ryusei perked up immediately, smirking as he tossed his rag over his shoulder, “Ohhh, we’re talkin’ fantasies? You sure you wanna open that can, Baji?”
Chifuyu shot him a skeptical look, “Keep it PG, dumbasses. We’re at work.”
Baji waved a hand, pretending he didn’t care, though his heart was pounding, “Nah, I’m serious. Like… threesome? Or, I dunno, gang stuff.”
That made Kazutora pause mid-motion, his golden eyes narrowing. He turned slowly, rag in hand, gaze sharp, “Gang stuff?”
Baji shrugged, feigning nonchalance. “You know. Like… more than one guy, one girl. People do it all the time, right?” He leaned back against the counter again, forcing a smirk even as his stomach twisted, “Kinda hot if you think about it.”
Ryusei let out a low whistle, eyebrows up. “Didn’t think you’d be the one bringing this up. You, of all people.” He grinned wolfishly, “Guess everyone’s got their kinks.”
Chifuyu laughed nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. “Man, I dunno. Sounds messy. But, like… I get it, I guess. If everyone’s into it.” His voice trailed off, clearly unsure how honest he should be with Baji staring him down like that.
Kazutora, though, didn’t look away. He tilted his head, suspicion sharp in the line of his mouth, “This is a test, isn’t it?” he asked slowly. “I answer this wrong, and I get punched in the face. Right here. Right now.”
Baji clicked his tongue, hiding his surprise with a grin, “What, you think I’m setting a trap?”
“Yes,” Kazutora said flatly, eyes narrowing further. “Because there’s no way you’re bringing this up outta nowhere. Not you.”
Chifuyu glanced between them, brows knitting. “Wait… are we actually talking about this? Or is this like… some weird thought experiment?”
Baji felt heat crawl up the back of his neck, but he doubled down, “Just wondering. Hypothetically. Don’t gotta read into it.” He busied his hands with the register, pretending not to notice the way Ryusei was still smirking like he’d figured something out.
“Hypothetically, huh?” Ryusei echoed, his grin widening. “Then yeah. Could be fun. Especially if the girl wanted it bad enough.”
Kazutora let out a short laugh that didn’t reach his eyes, “Yeah, see? That right there is what gets a guy’s teeth knocked out.”
Chifuyu coughed into his fist, shifting awkwardly. “So… we’re not actually talking about someone specific… right?”
Baji said nothing, his eyes fixed firmly on the receipt tape he was pretending to organize. His chest felt tight, every muscle coiled with the effort of not giving himself away. But the seed was planted, and judging by the tension in the room, his friends weren’t gonna forget this conversation anytime soon.
-
The pet shop was quiet a couple days later, the hum of the aquariums the only sound as the lull of the afternoon settled over the boys. Chifuyu crouched to restock bags of feed, Ryusei leaned lazily on a broom he hadn’t used in ten minutes, and Kazutora fiddled with a collar by the counter.
Baji had been watching them all, the weight of your fantasy gnawing at the back of his skull, making every little look and gesture suspicious. And then after that conversation on Tuesday?
He slammed the cash drawer closed, the clang making all three heads snap toward him.
“Oi,” he started, voice sharper than he intended, “be honest with me.”
Ryusei raised a brow, “What’s with the tone, man?”
Baji’s eyes narrowed, dark and dangerous, “Do you guys think about my girl like that?”
The silence was instant, heavy enough to make the fish tanks seem loud. Chifuyu froze halfway upright, blinking. Ryusei’s smirk faltered. Kazutora didn’t even pretend to laugh.
“…What?” Chifuyu said carefully.
“You heard me.” Baji’s hand twitched at his side, like he was trying not to make a fist, “Do you think about her? When she’s here. When she bends over in front of you. When she puts drinks down on the table. Do you picture shit you shouldn’t?”
Ryusei leaned back against the broom handle, eyes darting between the others, “… Now this feels like a trap.”
Kazutora was the first to recover, but his suspicion was razor-sharp. He tilted his head, black hair falling into his eyes, “This is a test. I answer honestly and you deck me across the jaw. Right?”
“Depends on the answer,” Baji shot back, unblinking.
Chifuyu groaned, rubbing his face. “Keisuke, what the hell are you even asking us that for? She’s your girl. We all know that.”
“Yeah, and she’s fucking gorgeous,” Ryusei muttered under his breath, then froze when Baji’s gaze snapped to him like a whip, “I— I didn’t say I think about her. Just saying it wouldn’t be weird if someone did.”
Kazutora gave a low laugh, dry and humorless,“Man, you’re out of your damn mind for asking this.” He crossed his arms, meeting Baji’s glare head-on, “Even if we did, no one’s stupid enough to admit it to your face.”
Baji’s chest heaved, his jaw tight. He wanted to punch something, but underneath all the rage, that fantasy replayed itself again— your voice whispering about all four of them. About being overwhelmed.
And now he couldn’t unsee the way his friends shifted uncomfortably under his question, how none of them had outright denied it.
He turned away abruptly, raking both hands through his hair, “Tch. Forget it. Dumb question.”
But judging by the silence that lingered long after, none of them were going to forget
-
The door to the apartment slammed hard enough to rattle the frame. Baji kicked his shoes off with more force than necessary, muttering curses under his breath as he dragged a hand through his wild hair. His shoulders were tense, jaw clenched so tight it hurt.
The shop shift had been torture. Every time he looked at his friends, he’d seen it — the hesitation, the guilt in their eyes, the fact that none of them had outright said “no.” And that silence? It was louder than any confession could have been.
He stalked into the living room, flopped down on the couch, and stared at the ceiling. His chest heaved with every breath, frustration simmering beneath his skin.
You. His girl. His everything.
And yet…
‘Do you guys think about my girl like that?’ His own voice echoed back at him, raw, accusing.
The idea of Kazutora’s dark eyes lingering on you, of Ryusei’s hungry smirk, of Chifuyu’s hesitant, gentle hands— it all made his blood boil. He wanted to break their noses, one by one. But the worst part? The very worst part?
His cock twitched every time he thought about it. About how fucked out your face would looked with both of your holes filled and hands busied. About those gorgeous eyes staring up at him while you sucked his cock and one of his friends fucked you from behind.
He groaned, dragging both hands down his face, half-angry, half-desperate. “Fuckin’ hell, what the fuck is wrong with me?”
The image replayed, relentless: you on your knees, lips parted, their hands in your hair. You spread across the bed, wrists pinned, voices overlapping as you cried out his name. Baji’s stomach twisted, heat surging low and sharp.
He hated it. He hated loving it.
His hands fisted in his jeans, teeth sinking into his lip as he forced the image away— and failed spectacularly. All he could picture was the way you’d whispered it in the dark, your voice trembling with both nerves and want. ‘I’ve thought about your friends gangbanging me. All four of you.’
A growl ripped from his throat, low and frustrated. He shoved himself up from the couch, pacing like a caged animal.
“Mine,” he muttered, voice rough. “You’re mine. Not theirs. Fuck them.”
But even as he repeated it, even as he swore he’d never share you, his imagination betrayed him. Because deep down, some part of him wanted to watch you come apart like that. Wanted to see you overwhelmed, ruined, adored, until you couldn’t speak anything but his name—and maybe, just maybe, theirs too.
Baji slammed his fist against the wall, forehead dropping against the plaster. His breath came heavy, fogging the air.
He was frustrated. Aggravated. And so fucking hard he thought he might lose his mind.
And he knew the second you walked through that door, he wouldn’t be able to keep it to himself anymore.
-
The door clicked open, your arms full with a takeout bag and a carton of drinks. “Keisuke, honey? I brought food—”
You didn’t even get a chance to set the bags down before you were met with the sight of him leaning against the couch, hair wild, chest rising and falling like he’d just run a mile. His eyes were dark, sharp, locked on you like you were prey.
“Sit,” he ordered.
You blinked, frozen in the doorway, “…What?”
“The food. Table. Now.” His voice was gravel, and when you obeyed, setting the bags down carefully— he stalked toward you, crowding you back against the counter.
“Keisuke, what’s wrong?” you asked softly, though your heart sped up at the heat in his stare.
“What’s wrong?” He barked a humorless laugh, one hand braced beside your head, the other tugging at his hair, “Ever since you told me that shit— about wanting me and my friends— about getting gangbanged by them— I can’t fuckin’ think about anything else.”
Your breath caught, “I told you, it’s just a fantasy—”
“I know it’s a fantasy,” he cut you off, voice rough. “But now I can’t stop seeing the way they look at you. Kazutora’s always had his fuckin’ eyes on you. Ryusei? Couldn’t peel his stare off your ass if his life depended on it. And Chifuyu—he’s always touching you, sliding by you, patting your hip and shit like it’s nothing. And I’m sittin’ there thinking, ‘they’re imagining it too, aren’t they?’ My friends. Thinking about my girl like that.”
Your lips parted, but no words came out. He was too close, too intense.
“And the worst part?” he hissed, dragging his hand down his face, then back to grip your chin, “I’m mad because it makes me jealous, but I’m even more fuckin’ mad that it makes me hard.”
Heat pooled low in your belly at the raw frustration in his voice, the way his body trembled with it.
“I should beat their asses for even lookin’ at you like that,” he growled, eyes burning into yours, “But instead, I come home and I’m thinkin’ about you on your knees for them. For us. Cryin’ and beggin’ for more.”
Your breath hitched as his thumb swept across your lower lip, his tone dropping to a dangerous rumble.
“Tell me, baby,” he said, leaning in until his lips brushed your ear. “You still want it that bad? You want me to make it real?”
-
The air in the room was thick, almost electric. You sat quietly on the edge of the mattress, knees pressed together, hands folded neatly in your lap the way Keisuke had taught you. It wasn’t a game anymore. Not a whispered fantasy in the dark.
Kazutora, Ryusei, and Chifuyu were scattered around the room, eyes fixed anywhere but directly on you. They looked different now— not just his friends, but something heavier, the weight of what was about to happen hanging between all of you.
Keisuke stood in front of them, hair wild, eyes sharp. He wasn’t smiling.
“You’re all here because she asked for this,” he said, voice low but carrying. “But don’t think for one second that means she’s yours.” His gaze cut through each of them in turn. “She’s mine. You breathe wrong around her, you’re out. You touch her wrong, you’re out. You make her uncomfortable, you’re out.”
The men nodded, some more quickly than others. Kazutora’s jaw was tight, Ryusei’s smirk was gone, and Chifuyu kept his eyes on the floor like he was in church.
Keisuke turned back to you then, and your stomach flipped. “You,” he said, voice softening just slightly. “Eyes on me.”
You lifted your gaze obediently, the nervous energy coiling in your belly. You’d always been good for him— he’d tamed the brat out of you a long time ago, replaced it with calm obedience and trust. Still, your breath came faster as the reality of the moment pressed in on you.
“Color?” he asked quietly, a signal you both knew well.
“Green,” you whispered, voice steady despite the tremor in your hands.
A flicker of pride passed through his eyes. He reached out, thumb brushing your cheek before he turned back to the others. “She’s good,” he said. “She knows the rules. You will follow them too. If anyone steps out of line — even once — it’s over. Understood?”
All three answered at once: “Understood.”
“Good.” Keisuke’s tone was final, commanding. “You don’t speak unless I tell you. You don’t touch unless I tell you. You don’t finish unless I tell you. You’re here to give her what she wants — and only how I say she gets it. Got it?”
Another round of nods.
The room went still again. You could feel their eyes on you now, but no one moved until Keisuke did. Your pulse thundered in your ears, not fear, but that trembling anticipation you always felt when he pushed you to the edge of something new.
He looked at you once more, gaze soft but unyielding, “Breathe, baby,” he murmured just for you. “You’re safe. You’re mine. I’m in control.”
You inhaled, your world narrowing to the sound of his voice. The nervous energy melted into obedience, into trust. You’d been good for him before — but this was new territory.
And Keisuke was making it very, very clear: this would happen exactly the way he decided.
-
Chifuyu’s hands hovered in the air like he wasn’t sure if he was even allowed to touch you. His blue-green eyes darted to Baji again, seeking permission with every breath.
“Relax,” Baji said flatly, standing a half-step behind your shoulder, “She’s not glass. But remember what I said— gentle. She’s not big into getting face fucked.”
“Yes, Baji,” Chifuyu murmured, his voice low, reverent even.
His fingers finally brushed your cheek, feather-light, and you shivered. He smiled faintly at the reaction, soft and almost shy, like he was grateful you’d let him close.
Baji’s jaw flexed. He could feel his pulse in his teeth, in his fists. His best friend was standing in front of his girl, touching her face like she was some kind of holy thing. He hated it. He loved it.
“Open your mouth,” Keisuke said suddenly, his tone sharp enough to make you look up at him instantly.
You obeyed, lips parting, tongue flicking nervously against your teeth as your eyes locked onto Keisuke’s.
“That’s it,” he muttered, running his thumb across your jaw before nodding at Chifuyu. “Go on. She’s waiting.”
Chifuyu’s breath caught, but he moved. Slowly, carefully, he freed himself and guided himself to your lips. He paused again, hesitating— until you leaned forward and took him into your mouth, warm and obedient.
A soft groan broke from Chifuyu’s chest, his hand brushing over your hair but not gripping, not controlling. Just touching, gentle, coaxing. “God… you’re perfect,” he whispered before he could stop himself.
Baji’s hands curled into fists at his sides, heat rushing through his veins. The way Chifuyu said it— like you were fragile and precious— ignited something primal in him. you were his, but at the same time, the sight of you kneeling there, lips stretched around his best friend, your eyes glassy and shining as you did exactly what you were told—
Fuck. It was driving him insane.
“That’s enough talking,” Baji growled, his voice sharp, cutting through Chifuyu’s reverence, “You don’t need to tell her what she is. She knows who she belongs to.”
Chifuyu flushed, nodding quickly, though his hand still stroked lightly over your temple as you worked. Pretty lips wrapped around him, moving at a good pace. He was sweet, maddeningly sweet, his every movement careful, almost cherishing.
And Keisuke watched, every nerve in his body screaming with jealousy and pride, with anger and arousal all tangled into one. He was in control, he reminded himself. He was allowing this.
Baji’s fingers dug into his thighs as he watched you work Chifuyu with that slow, wet rhythm, eyes shining up at him like you always did. Every time you took Chifuyu deeper, a muscle jumped in Keisuke’s jaw. He was seconds away from stepping in and ending it himself when you moved.
Your free hand slid off your lap and found his thigh. Slowly, deliberately, you traced a line up his jeans until your palm pressed over the bulge straining against the fabric. You squeezed, gentle but firm, rubbing in slow circles as you kept your mouth around his friend.
Baji’s breath hitched. His head tipped back for half a second, eyes closing as a guttural sound escaped his throat. When he looked down again, the rage in his eyes had softened into something dark and hungry.
“That’s it…” he rasped, his big hand covering yours on his crotch, pressing you harder against him.
Chifuyu groaned softly, trying not to buck into your mouth. “Baji…” he muttered under his breath, but Keisuke’s stare shut him up immediately.
From the side of the room, Ryusei shifted. He’d been leaning on the dresser, jaw tight, eyes locked on you the whole time. Now he pushed off the wood and started to inch closer, one slow step at a time, like a wolf circling prey. His pupils were blown, lips parted.
Baji didn’t even glance at him; his voice cracked across the room like a whip. “Stay. Right. There.”
Ryusei froze, caught mid-step, fingers flexing uselessly at his sides. “C’mon, Baji…” he drawled, but there was a tremor of need in his voice, “You’re killing me.”
“I told you,” Keisuke snapped, eyes never leaving yours as your hand kneaded him through his jeans, “you move when I say you move. You don’t touch until I tell you. You don’t even breathe on her until I decide.”
Ryusei swallowed, shifting from foot to foot, but didn’t dare take another step.
Keisuke’s gaze dropped back to you. His fingers slid into your hair, tugging just enough to pull you off Chifuyu’s cock, “You’re a good girl,” he muttered, thumb brushing your slick lower lip. “Even with your mouth full, you remember who owns you.”
The look in his eyes was molten; his control over the room absolute.
“Ryusei.” Keisuke called, letting him finally stalk over and Kazutora huffed, forced to wait until last.
The pink haired man stood before you, Carefully undoing his belt to free himself, grinning down at you with a look that made your stomach flip, your hand running over Keisuke’s buldge in his pants.
“Open your mouth for him, kitten.” He instructs you once more, your body shifting from Chifuyu towards Ryusei, mouth dropping open, pretty eyes looking up at him and Ryusei groans, gently guiding himself around your open lips before thrusting himself in gently.
“Fuck.” Ryusei’s curse is quiet, watching as you take his length fully into your mouth, Chifuyus voice warring over you but you don’t pay it any mind. Listening only to Keisuke’s go ahead when you feel Chifuyus guide your hand to his cock, still wet from your saliva and you immediately move to stroke him, feeling Keisuke’s grip in your hair as he pushes you further down Ryusei until you gag, gripping a bit tighter around Chifuyu and Keisuke, making everyone moan.
The sound sending heat already to your soaked core, making your clit throb.
You work chifuyu’s length in one hand while sucking on Ryusei, your eyes looking up to the side where Keisuke is, your hand on him moving up to try and get his pants undone single-handedly.
“Here kitten, you want Daddy’s cock too?” Keisuke says, gentle in the way he only ever way with you, and something about you wanting him eased whatever tension he was still feeling about this entire situation, about sharing you.
Cause as soon as the familiar feeling of his cock was in your hand you moaned around Ryusei, someone’s hand still in your hair, guiding you further down his length, both your hands working your boyfriend and his best friend.
Kazutora shifted where he was, watching the group, his eyes settling over your body, and he could see how wet you were, thighs damp from your slick as you tried to give appropriate attention to each of the men surrounding you.
“Tora. Focus on her.” Baji commands and Kazutora moves in quick like if he doesn’t seize the opportunity immediately it would be taken away.
-
Your mouth is wrapped around Keisuke’s cock now, the slight roll of his hips and the taste of him all familiar, grounding you back in the overwhelming situation. Kazutora had slid himself underneath you, moaning happily into your wet cunt, gladly stroking himself while he dined on your pussy.
“Feels good, huh? Shit—“ Keisuke moans, feeling your throat constrict around him as you moan and gag, his hand tangled in your hair, pushing you in until your nose is buried in his dark pubes, holding you there a moment before pulling you back to let you breath.
That only lasts a moment though, until Keisuke moving to sit on the edge of the bed, bringing you with him, chest to chest and giving you that relief you’d been searching for as he splits you open with his cock, making you gasp out.
And bodies are just moving now. Keisuke might have been giving out orders, you’re far too cock drunk to catch it if he is, all you know is one of your hands is purchased on your boyfriends shoulder, someone’s guiding your hand to their cock, someone else is working your ass open with their fingers and there’s a cock in your face that you gladly open your mouth open for to suck on, all while sitting pretty on your boyfriends cock.
“She’s so tight.” Chifuyu grunts, spitting on your ass to lube your puckered hole up more as he gently fucks his finger in and out before gently adding a second one.
Someone’s hand is massaging your tit and you moan around whoever’s cock your sucking on.
“Shit, s’not fair you’ve been hogging this pretty thing all to yourself, Keisuke.” Kazutora says, his fingers tangling into your hair to hold you still while he gently fucked your mouth.
Ryusei guided your hand along his length with his own, rolling his hips into your hand, focused on how pretty and lewd your face looked, totally fucked out and still craving more.
“She should be good ‘Fuyu.” Keisuke mutters, shifting below you, fucking up into you a few times until Chifuyu is lining himself up and pressing into your ass, making all three of you moan from the pressure, curses falling off everyone lips as the two set a rhythm into fucking you.
You get manhandled in so many different directions over the evening you’re not sure which way is up. They’d all made you cum a handful of times and you’re exhausted by the time the four of them are surrounding you, jerking off to splatter their hot loads all over you overworked body.
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hii !! i love ur writing and ur really pretty , could you maybe do some headcanons about shinichiro or ryusei from tokyo rev 🙏🙏
Of course I can hehe. THANK YOU FOR THE REQUEST SORRY I TOOK SO LONG!!
Shinichiro and Ryusei As Your Boyfriend + normal headcanons
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Shinichiro Sano
Shinichiro is the definition of soft boyfriend energy. He’s gentle, thoughtful, and always puts you first—even when he doesn’t have to.
He’s a hopeless romantic, but in the dorkiest way. Think surprise flowers, love letters tucked into your bag, forehead kisses before you wake up.
He gets flustered when you compliment him. Like, you say “You look handsome today,” and he suddenly forgets how to function. “Wh—Me?! Stop, I—No you!”
He’s a hand-holder. Always. Even in summer. Even when his hand is sweaty. He needs to feel you’re close.
Whenever he works late at the bike shop, you bring him food—and he immediately lights up like a puppy. “You spoil me,” he says, hugging you with grease-stained hands.
He sends you the most wholesome texts. Like:
“Don’t forget to eat. Love you, dummy 💛”
Or:
“I just saw a dog that looks like you. Cute and angry.”
He cooks for you. Badly. But the effort is there. He’ll burn rice, drop eggs on the floor, and still smile proudly like he just made a 5-star meal.
He likes when you sit on the counter and talk to him while he fixes bikes. Sometimes he gets distracted staring at you and messes something up.
When you’re sad, he doesn’t always know what to say, but he gives you his hoodie, holds you tightly, and says softly, “Whatever it is, we’ll deal with it together.”
He once built a custom keychain just for you with your initials engraved. It’s crooked, but you wear it like it’s gold.
He always introduces you as “my partner” with the biggest proud smile. Like you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to him.
NSFW Headcanons
Shinichiro is the type who asks every time. Even if you’ve done it a hundred times, he always leans close and whispers, “Can I touch you?” That voice, low and a little breathless, gets you every time.
Very needy. He might act all patient and in-control, but when he’s really into it, he starts begging:
“Please—keep touching me, baby. I missed you. I missed this.”
He’s a giver—as in, he worships you. He takes his time. No rush. He’ll go down on you with his hands holding your thighs wide, saying things like:
“Let me take care of you. Just relax. I’ve got you.”
(And he does not stop until your legs are shaking.)
He loves when you pull his hair. Like, he pretends he doesn’t, but the second your fingers tangle in it? He groans into your skin, hips grinding deeper, voice rough: “You’re driving me insane…”
Garage sex…It’s happened. You came to bring him lunch, and next thing you know, your back’s pressed against the workbench, his hand up your shirt, mumbling, “I can’t wait until we’re home…” He’s breathless and a little desperate, always making sure you’re okay—but he lives for that raw heat.
He’s super verbal during. Lots of soft gasps, moans, whispered “God, you feel so good” and “You’re perfect” between kisses. Sometimes he just says your name over and over like he’s overwhelmed by how much he loves you.
Aftercare KING. Warm cloth, water, cuddles, forehead kisses, the whole thing. He’ll tuck you in his hoodie and pull you close, stroking your back until your heartbeat slows.
Then softly:
“You okay, baby? You were so good for me.”
Solo Headcanons
Shinichiro is the mom friend of every group he’s ever been in. Snacks, tissues, band-aids? Always has them.
He laughs at his own jokes—even when no one else does. He’ll be like “Get it? GET IT?” while everyone groans.
He’s terrible at lying. One look and you can tell if he’s hiding something. He’ll avoid eye contact and start sweating immediately.
He talks to animals like they’re people. “Hey buddy, you doin’ okay today?” to a random alley cat, in public.
His bike is his baby. But he still lets his friends sit on it and even teaches kids how to ride—because his heart’s that soft.
He’s clumsy. Drops tools. Trips over nothing. Accidentally sets off the shop’s fire alarm trying to “fix the toaster.”
He’d take a bullet for his friends without hesitation. He’s loyal to a fault—and would always rather get hurt than see someone else suffer.
He has the best big brother energy. When Mikey or Emma’s sad, he sits with them quietly until they talk—no pressure, just presence.
He still keeps childhood drawings from Mikey and Emma taped to the inside of his toolbox. Sentimental to the core.
Ryusei Satou
Ryusei gives off effortlessly cool boyfriend vibes—but deep down, he’s incredibly protective and way more affectionate than he lets on.
He doesn’t do big PDA, but he always has a hand on you: hand in your back pocket, arm draped around your shoulder, thumb brushing your palm when you hold hands.
He calls you “babe,” “sweetheart,” “trouble,” and when he’s really soft: “my girl” (and yes, it hits different every time).
He’ll fight anyone who disrespects you—but only after giving you that cocky smile like, “You want me to handle that, or should I let you throw the first punch?”
He has a soft spot for quiet nights. You lying on his chest, his hand rubbing circles on your back, your favorite song playing in the background.
He teases you nonstop, but it’s always laced with love:
“Aw, did I make you blush? You’re cute when you’re mad at me.”
If you’re upset, he doesn’t try to fix everything. He just listens, pulls you into his lap, and says, “I’ve got you. No one messes with what’s mine.”
He spoils you lowkey—paying for everything, giving you his jacket, dropping everything to pick you up if you’re sad or tired. No questions asked.
Dates with him are unpredictable: motorcycle rides, rooftop sunsets, underground concerts, late-night 7-Eleven runs—whatever feels chaotic but intimate.
He falls for you harder every day but would rather die than say it out loud. So he just kisses your temple and mutters, “Don’t go fallin’ for anyone else, alright?”
Solo Headcanons
Ryusei always looks effortlessly stylish without trying. You’d swear he just rolls out of bed in a leather jacket and still looks fine.
He’s got a messed-up sleep schedule. Stays up late doing who-knows-what, then somehow shows up fresh in the morning like nothing happened.
He loves motorcycles more than people. Catch him tuning up his bike at 2AM with a lollipop in his mouth and some old-school music blasting.
Doesn’t brag, but you know he’s been in fights just by the way he moves. Calm, confident, like he’s always five steps ahead.
He’s lowkey a flirt, even when he’s not trying. It’s the eyes, the voice, the way he leans in when he talks—it all feels like he’s teasing you.
He actually reads when no one’s around—dark thrillers, war memoirs, stuff you wouldn’t expect from a gang guy.
Doesn’t cry easily, but when he’s alone? Yeah, sometimes the weight hits him. He just closes his eyes, exhales slow, and keeps going.
If you earn his respect, he’s loyal for life. Doesn’t matter who you are. If Ryusei calls you family, he’ll bleed for you without hesitation.
Has a surprisingly good singing voice but refuses to sing seriously in front of anyone. He’ll hum, though—usually when working on his bike or when he’s lost in thought.
Note: I wrote this mainly thinking about it as fluff for Shidou from Blue Lock tbh! However as I was about to post it, I was like… surly there are others, yes??
He never understood how you put up with his shit. How you just giggled and fluttered your pretty lashes at his crude jokes. How you looked at him with so much adoration even when he was aggressive with others.
He never understood how you could see him in such a good light when seemingly nobody else did. It riddled him honestly- got under his skin in a way that made his heart ache. You were something so special, something he himself was sure he didn’t deserve.
But when your warm hands cup his face and when your soft lips press against his skin.. it’s like that worry just fades away. You make him feel like he’s on top of the world, like he deserves every ounce of your love and attention.
Izana wanted to shape Mikey into Shinichiro but he ended up shaping Mikey into himself.
Kakucho lost his beloved people twice-his parents and Izana-and both times, he was the only one who survived.
Izana doesn't have a grave because he has no family and relatives. Kakucho probably doesn't know where Izana REALLY is buried.
Mikey and Kazutora end up destroying something they loved the most.
Ryusei had to watch Kojiro getting physically and domestically abused and unable to do anything.
Baji stabbed himself because he didn't want Kazutora to blame himself and Mikey to kill Kazutora but forgive him.
In the manga, Izana's last words were "I'm beyond saving, huh?" but in the anime his last word was "Emma.."
Money in Japan is "Okane" but is heard as "Akane". Hence, everytime Koko mentions money, it feels like he's mentioning Akane. "I've always lived for MONEY" he said. But it sounded as "I've always lived for Akane."
Kazutora was having breakdowns in the juvie. He would be screaming, sweating and trembling while completely zoning out and disconnected from reality.
Even if Kazutora shifted blame to Mikey, he was still feeling horrible guilt.
Draken told Kazutora that he was one of his, still part of his crew, but then we see Draken saying that he wanted to kill Kazutora.
Kazutora's hair went white because of the stress and trauma in juvie, that's why he dyed his hair blonde.
