꒰ ೀ ꒱ ft. kazutora, mitsuya, baji, hakki x alternative f!reader (all sep)
includes the piercings/tattoos i think each guy would like or seek out in an alt girlie ᥫ᭡ (purely opinion based, feel free to ignore)
࣪𖤐 cw; mdni smut—size kink, exhibitionism, daddy kink, orgasm control, each one took on a mind of it's own—oops (i tried not to be biased n failed) ᝰ.ᐟ
hakkai shiba
what his 'type' is: hakkai would probably prefer a softer alt look. an eyebrow piercing, maybe someone with lots of different ear piercings. he likes to help pick out jewelry to create a pretty design in your ears. small tattoos, hidden under your clothes. just for his eyes only.
let's be real here for a quick second: you had to approach him first, and make the moves. this guy is so nervous and antsy around you. like wouldn't even look in your direction or hold your hand until you took the initiative. but once it clicked that he was allowed to touch you—that you wanted him to. it was like hell broke loose.
hakkai loves how soft n docile you look, but more specifically how tiny you are underneath his much larger frame. he gets a kick out of your shocked expression the first time the two of you are intimate. the sheer mass of a shadow his dick casts over your face, you cannot fathom how you'll fit it anywhere inside your body.
but that won't stop hakkai. he'd be super gentle, doing everything in his power to make it easier on you. even after prepping you with his fingers, and eating you out, it still was a big stretch to fit him. using shallow thrusts to slowly ease you onto his cock, while you're swallowing down hiccupped gasps.
mitsuya takashi
what his 'type' is: wild card here. in contrast to his soft look you're all dark n edgy. thinking septum with both nostrils. his guilty pleasure? nipple piercings. if you had these with mitsuya he'll just stare with his jaw open, collecting bugs. also a sucker for rib tattoos, hugging the curves of your breasts—like a luna moth or butterfly.
here's the thing about mitsuya, he looks like a proper gentlemen. the kind you can introduce to your parents and they won't bat an eye—they might even push for marriage right off the bat.
(what they don't know won't hurt em)
but don't let that sweet, charming smile fool you. this man is a certified freak. those lavender eyes holding a dark glint that tells trouble is coming. he gets off on the fact that no one suspects anything; you guys could be under a blanket, his fingers buried in your sopping cunt during a movie night and not a peep.
and he doesn't stop there, oh no no. mitsuya thrives off the thrill of potentially getting caught. if you're sitting on his lap at karaoke? best believe he's sitting snug inside you. it's an intentional action when he drapes his jacket around you—yes to keep you warm—but also hide where your bodies are connected. dual purposes.
one day though takashi gets careless, you'd been especially tempting all day—his own fault really. he had made you a custom dress that hugged your body so lovingly that it broke his usual calm resolve to smithereens.
it's draken who catches it. takashi's hand sneaking under the skirt of your dress, not even batting an eye, too practiced to be a first.
"oi! don't be pulling shit like that with us all in the room."
suddenly all eyes are on you two, caught with his hands in the cookie jar—literally and figuratively—he then has the audacity to smile that easy-going grin without moving his hand an inch.
needless to say that they never forgot.
(y'all are banned from sitting near each other at hangouts)
kazutora hanemiya
what his 'type' is: hear me out. serpent tattoo. he likes the way the snake wraps around your body, adorning your soft skin with it's scaley texture. and the not so surprising tongue ring or snake bites. absolutely losing it every time you stick your tongue out at him. kazutora would like to suck or bite on the metal jewelry.
looks like a menace: is a menace. every parents worst nightmare, inked up with that tiger on his neck. branded a rebellious n reckless man. just know you'll have to hide your relationship from your parents—like hell they'd approve of your choice of man.
kazutora doesn't care about any of that. he might whisk you away to elope somewhere, that way you're his forever. you're the best thing that's ever happened to him—he'll be damned if anything gets in the way or snatches you away.
that desperation shows in bed; those yellow eyes staring into your soul as he pounds into you. a relentless snapping of his hips, his earring jingling in the stuffy, musky room.
"who's stuffing this pussy so good?" kazutora growls in your ear.
"ah— ha... you are daddy..." you gasp out, clenching so tightly around him.
that singular word unlocks a beast. if you thought his pace was fast earlier? it doesn't compare to the brutal thrusts kazutora is unleashing on you now.
every thought gets eaten up, beaten out as your body jostles under him. kazutora loves that, making you go dumb on his cock.
his pretty little princess.
baji keisuke
what his 'type' is: bright hair colors, anything that strays away from natural shades; deep blue, pastel pink, silvery purple, faded green. baji likes the way sunlight reflects off your wild hair—makes you easy to spot in crowds. lots of tattoos and/or lots or piercings, japanese neo traditional or patchwork. though i get the sense he'd go crazy for a bridge piercing.
have you seen this man?? you can bet your sweet ass that this man is unfair in bed. not in the sense of being a selfish lover, but in the way that screams you're at his mercy.
if you think for one second that he won't have you tied down to the bed, shaking so hard like you're in an electric chair, then you'd be wrong. with baji it's all about control. you don't get to cum unless he says so. not until he's broken you into a whimpering mess.
by now your whole body is drenched in sweat, the vibe on your clit feels like a mix of pain and pleasure—your body still arches into his precise grip. chasing that ever fading peak.
the moment baji catches that you're close the vibe is pulled back, the intensity turned down. your orgasm fizzling out, down to a flickering ember.
on and on it goes.
his cock is just as sensitive, almost as if he shared your feelings—connected by neuro link. and when you finally do cum, it's messy and violent. a shriek ripped from the depths of you soul as you blessedly crash over the edge.
it lasts a solid minute. maybe even two before you're able to breathe properly again.
baji mentally pats himself on the back, already too smug about his 'accomplishment'.
(his boxers are ruined. warm, wet and sticky.)
kunaiiikittennn 𖹭 please do not repost, copy or steal my trash ᝰ.ᐟ
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.
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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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𓂃۶ৎ author’s note: this is honestly more like a drabble but blehhh ~_~; ovulation has me like a bitch in heat for this ugly bastard god i hate him he ruined me life— 💥🔫
baji is a pervert, a surprise to no one. like any hormonal growing boy, he’ll get hard at the smallest things and masterbate it away with whatever porn mag he happens to find underneath his bed. as a man with no preference on who he likes, makes it all easier for him to bust a nut. though, such a habit died quite hard when he surprisingly met you.
smaller with a pretty face, sipping away on your milk tea that was too sweet for his taste. perfect plump lips wrapped around the pink straw, leaving glossy marks around it. a sight he’d see while being dragged around the busy streets of shibuya by his kazutora and chifuyu who bitched and moaned about finding a place to scarf down food until a sharp shh! from baji shut them up faster then they were comfortable with. it didn’t take long for them to see who caught their captain’s eye, you sitting a few feet away, typing away on your charmed phone. to them, you seemed way way too girly for a boy their age. to baji, it was an awakening.
it’s no wondered how he got you in his bedroom soon enough, legs in a manspread with his dick engulfed by your throat.
“fuck—you ain’t that bad for a virgin, boy..” he groans, his huge palm laying flat behind your head, pushing his cock deeper into your throat regardless of your gagging. your mascara now a smeared mess from stray tears, only making him even harder. he couldn’t help it. he adored seeing boys like you, pretty and helpless sissies in ruin. the light sundress you wore now barley hanging onto your shoulders and your well done hair becoming a messed up frenzy from how hard he pulls and grips it.
the best part though were your lips. the very lips he imagined around his cock, bj lips if he wished to be a bit crude. the hot pink gloss you chose was a good one, perfect for leaving kiss marks all over his shaft, pelvis and balls. it’d be a bitch to wipe off without leaving residue, not that he minded of course. so much so, he yanked your mouths off of him with nothing but his leaking tip in front of you. “go on sissy boy, gimmie a kiss yeah?”
he cooed, faux sympathy dripped from his tone. “c’monnn..” he practically coaxed at this point, watching you press your ruined yet still painted lips against his tip with a faint mwah! spilling through. if baji was a weak man, he’d have came from that alone.
“good..goood.” he chuckled while biting his lip, his canines gleaming from the faint sunlight of his window. your core burned from his face alone, how you’d wish his aching cock was inside you already. unfortunately, baji was a real bastard when it comes to stupid virgins as cute as you, jerking himself off as he slapped his dick against your mouth and cheeks just to keep up his bullying. who knew some random delinquent who made a clumsy move onto you would be this mean when it came to getting his cock sucked? it didn’t matter, not to you nor to him, not when all you wonder is the taste of his cum.
“fuck.” baji groaned. his dick twitching by the second the harder he fucks himself and the longer he stares at your wide open mouth and lust filled eyes. you were wordlessly begging for him to cum, you didn’t even have to make a noise and he’s already losing his mind over you. he was starting to believe you were torn straight out of one of his porn magazines as he finally reached his breaking point, his hot and heavy seed splotching into your mouth and face.
he couldn’t help but shove your whole throat onto his cock for good measure, he’d hate to waste a drop.
Summary: It started out as a fun silly little game but now you’re both stuck here.
(Fluff + some kissing) ( No warnings)
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It was dark.
Not pitch-black, but that claustrophobic kind of dim where only a thin sliver of light crept in through the crack of the closet door. Enough to catch glimpses—the slight gleam of Baji’s earring, the edge of your shoe toe-to-toe with his, the rise and fall of his chest just inches from yours.
You weren’t sure how you ended up in here—no, scratch that. You were sure. This had Chifuyu written all over it.
Stupid party. Stupid game. Stupid friends.
You shifted slightly, trying—and failing—to wedge yourself against the wall without brushing up against him. But the closet was laughably small. Your shoulder bumped his. He tensed. So did you.
Silence. Awkward. Suffocating.
You cleared your throat, desperate to break the tension before it swallowed you whole. “So… this is fun.”
Baji let out a dry laugh, low and short. “Yeah. Real fun. Who actually plays this game?”
You smirked, trying to hide your nerves. “Apparently us.”
Another beat of silence. You could hear voices outside the door—laughter, music—but it all felt muffled. Distant. Like the closet had its own world, one way too small for how fast your heart was beating.
“So…” you tried again, eyes fixed on that thin line of light, “what would you be doing if you weren’t in a closet right now?”
Baji scoffed softly. “Eating Mikey’s snacks before Draken fights him for them.”
You laughed—nervous, but real. “Sounds about right.”
Then a pause.
“…What about you?” he asked, voice a bit quieter this time.
You glanced at him in the dimness, the curve of his jaw just visible. “Avoiding this exact situation.”
He huffed a breath that might’ve been a laugh or a sigh. “Yeah. Me too.”
Neither of you moved. Shoulder to shoulder, trying not to notice how warm the other felt.
And neither of you noticed that the minutes were stretching far past seven.
The longer you sat in that cramped closet, the easier it got to ignore the awkward silence—and instead lean into teasing.
“Well,” you muttered, nudging his foot lightly with yours, “at least you smell better than I expected.”
He snorted. “Wow. Thanks. That the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me?”
You smirked in the dark. “I can take it back, you know.”
“No, no,” he said, trying—and failing—to sound offended. “I’ll treasure it forever.”
That made you both laugh, the sound echoing slightly in the tiny space. It felt stupidly easy, like the tension had cracked open just a little. Baji leaned back against the wall, shaking his head.
“Swear, Chifuyu’s dead when I get out of here. I knew he was acting weird.”
“Oh please,” you said, rolling your eyes. “The second he said ‘you’ll thank me later,’ we should’ve run.”
“You did walk in here though.”
“So did you.”
“…Touché.”
You both laughed again, your knees bumping this time—and neither of you pulled away.
But then Baji’s laughter slowed. His eyes darted toward the faint light on his watch. “…Wait. That was definitely more than seven minutes.”
You blinked. “What?”
“I’m serious.” He leaned forward, knocking on the door. “Yo! Time’s up! Let us out already!”
No answer.
Your brows furrowed. You twisted the doorknob—and froze. “It’s locked.”
Baji’s voice dropped an octave. “What?”
“I’m serious.” You jiggled it again. Nothing. “They locked us in—!”
“Oh, hell no.” He turned to the door, now more irritated than amused. “Oi! CHIFUYU! Open the damn door!”
Nothing but muffled laughter from outside.
“Oh you bastards—”
He smacked his palm against the door a little harder than the space could handle, and in his frustration, he shifted too far. His elbow bumped into your side, your balance tilted, and you stumbled—
“Whoa—!”
In a heartbeat, his arms caught you. One around your waist, one braced against the wall behind you.
The air shifted.
Your palms landed against his chest. Close. Way too close.
Baji blinked, his voice suddenly softer. “…You okay?”
You nodded, swallowing hard. “Y-Yeah. Just… lost my balance.”
His arms stayed where they were. Holding you just enough. Not letting go.
Neither of you moved.
“…They so planned this,” you muttered, voice barely above a whisper.
Baji’s lips twitched. “Yeah. They did.”
But this time, he didn’t sound mad. Just… thoughtful.
You stayed like that—frozen in his arms—for a moment too long. Long enough to realize you weren’t exactly trying to pull away.
And before you could second-guess yourself, your body moved on instinct. Maybe it was the warmth of him, the way his arms had tightened just slightly when you stumbled.
You let your head rest against his chest.
It wasn’t dramatic. Just a quiet little movement. Soft. Familiar, even. Like it had always been there, waiting for a moment like this.
But then you heard it.
His heartbeat.
Fast. Way too fast. Thundering beneath your ear like it was trying to punch its way out of his ribcage.
You blinked against the fabric of his shirt, surprised. “…Are you okay?”
There was a pause. And when he finally answered, his voice was low. Rough around the edges.
“…Would you believe me if I said I wasn’t?”
Your breath caught.
His tone wasn’t sarcastic. It wasn’t cocky or teasing. It was real. Honest.
Something fluttered in your chest—nerves, warmth, something in between. Before you could stop yourself, your arms lifted and wrapped around him. Not in a stumble, not in a joke.
A hug.
A real one.
He stiffened for a second, like he didn’t know what to do with it. And then slowly, wordlessly, his arms wrapped around you too. Tighter this time. Like he wasn’t planning on letting go.
“…You’re really warm,” you murmured, mostly to fill the silence.
“Yeah,” he said against your hair. “That might be your fault.”
You smiled into his chest.
You stayed wrapped in each other’s arms, the silence now soft and full—not awkward like before.
After a few moments, you tilted your head up slightly, your voice quiet but curious.
“Do you know why they did this?”
Baji blinked down at you, caught off guard. “Huh?”
“You know,” you said, your voice a little more teasing now. “Why they shoved us in here. Out of everyone.”
He shrugged, shifting a little. “Dunno. No clue.”
You pulled back just enough to look at him properly. “Liar.”
He blinked.
“You always know what’s up with your friends,” you said softly. “You notice everything. Especially when it comes to them. So why are you pretending not to now?”
That shut him up.
For a long moment, he didn’t say anything. Just looked at you—really looked.
Then finally, quietly, he muttered, “Yeah.”
His arms dropped from your waist, like he needed them free to talk with, to explain. His fingers raked through his hair.
“Yeah,” he said finally, voice low. “I know.”
He stared past you for a second like he was sorting through his thoughts—then suddenly, the words came pouring out before he could stop them.
“First day I met you, I remember you rolled your eyes at me so hard I thought they’d get stuck. I thought you hated me,” he said with a breathless, almost disbelieving laugh. “But then you offered me half your damn sandwich like it was no big deal. After that, I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”
You froze, heart thudding as he continued.
“Whenever I see something nice—like, really nice—my first thought’s always, ‘would you like it?’ I catch myself looking for stuff to tell you about. Like I wanna be the first to show you, hear you laugh, get you to roll your eyes at me again.”
His arms went around you, holding you like he was scared you’d vanish if he let go.
“I always want to protect you. Even when you don’t need it. Even when it’s just someone talking bad about you, or you pushing yourself too hard. I just—I dunno. You’re important to me. More than I ever say. Probably more than I should’ve let happen.”
Then, his eyes widened a little, realization crashing in.
“…Shit. Sorry. That was probably—ugh, that was too much. I didn’t mean to—if I’m annoying you or making this weird—”
You didn’t let him finish.
You leaned in and kissed him.
Simple. Soft. Real.
And it shut him up immediately.
You felt him tense for a heartbeat, then melt into it, hands slowly finding their way back to your waist, pulling you closer like he’d been waiting for this moment without even realizing it.
“…You’re not annoying,” you whispered. “You never were Baji.”
He let out a groan—half annoyed, half flustered—as he dragged a hand down his face.
“For fuck’s sake,” he muttered. “Can you just—please—call me by my first name?”
You blinked, a little startled. “What?”
“You heard me.” He glanced at you, eyes flickering between yours and your lips. “Say it.”
You raised an eyebrow. “…Keisuke.”
The effect was immediate. His breath caught, jaw tightening slightly like the sound of it hit him harder than he was ready for.
He stared at you like you’d just pulled the ground out from under him. “…Say it again.”
That was all it took.
He leaned in and kissed you again—deeper this time, his hands finding your waist, pulling you closer until there was no space left to pretend. It wasn’t nervous or awkward anymore—it was real, urgent, like he’d waited too long to stop himself now.
Between kisses, he murmured against your mouth, “I love hearing you say my name.”
You barely had a second to breathe before he trailed his lips from your mouth down to your jaw, then to your neck—warm, slow kisses turning into something more heated. Your breath hitched as he kissed just below your ear, then lower, his lips grazing your skin until—
“Keisuke…” you whispered, voice unsteady.
He let out a low hum, his hands roaming up your sides, grounding you as his lips marked you—one, two—soft hickeys left behind like secrets only he was allowed to know.
But then he paused.
You felt it in the shift of his breath, the tension in his shoulders.
He pulled back just enough to meet your eyes. His thumb brushed against your cheek, gentle now. “You okay with this?”
You nodded, cheeks warm, heart pounding. “Yeah… I am.”
He smiled—soft, almost shy. “Good. Because I’ve been wanting to do that for a long time.”
But just as his lips were about to find yours again, reality came crashing back with a faint snicker from outside the door.
Right. The closet. The party. Their friends.
Baji sighed like it physically pained him to stop. He gave you one last kiss—slow, lingering—then let go, fists clenching like he needed to do something with all the heat and energy now stuck in his chest.
You raised an eyebrow. “Wait. What are you—”
“Screw this,” he muttered—and then, with a swift kick and a sharp CRACK, the closet door broke open, wood splintering around the lock.
Light poured in. A few gasps and shouts followed.
Baji stepped out first, shaking off his hair, then turned back to offer you his hand like the smug, slightly flushed delinquent he was.
“Seven minutes, huh?” he said with a crooked grin. “Took a little longer.”
The room went dead silent.
Baji strode out like he hadn’t just demolished a door and made out with you in a closet for who-knows-how-long. You followed close behind, cheeks flushed, hair slightly tousled, his hand still gripping yours.
Chifuyu gawked. “You actually broke the—wait. Wait. Did you guys—?”
Smiley whistled low. “Told you it’d work.”
Draken folded his arms, raising a brow. “Took you two long enough.”
Mikey, sitting cross-legged on the couch with snacks in his lap, just grinned. “So… when’s the wedding?”
imagine baji keisuke having a dick piercing; and he gets so whiny and sensitive when your rubbing your thumb over the head of his dick, thumb grinding against the cold metal at the slit of his tip do that while your jerking him off, and he swears he swears he’ll cum in a matter of minutes all over your face.
and, god, he would be in heaven when that said piercing is rubbing itself into your gummy g-spot repeatedly with every sharp thrust of his hips into yours, he’ll be putting his baby into you in no time at all when he feels it bullying it’s way back into the gooey spot inside of you each time..
and when you’re sucking him off, tongue running along the cold metal as you fondled his balls, bobbing your head back and forth along his girth, you’ll have him cumming so hard down your throat that it’ll start overflowing out of your mouth. shoutout to baji keisuke who has a dick piercing ♡
PCould you please request some headcannons or drabbles nsfw of Baji, Mikey or Chifuyu finding out their S/o is dominant?? I just need more femdom!reader content :((
(English is not my first language)
Hehehehehe you got it love, I personally agree that we need more femdom! Content
Baji, Mikey and Chifuyu x femdom!Reader headcanons
(Slight nsfw under the cut and not proofread bc it’s 4am)
Baji
-ngl Baji would be a bit confused at first
-His experience (or lack of thereof) tells him that in bed, the man takes care of his woman
-Except one night when you straddle him, when he expects just simple riding, already placing his hands on your hips
-Your demeanor changes completely, grabbing his hands and pushing them against the bed, whispering in his ear "No touching until I say so."
-His brain fries. Not because it’s confusing, because he… kinda likes it.
-He totally has the physical capacity of taking control back but… will he?
-No, he likes seeing you on top too much
Mikey
-Im gonna need you to hear me out
-So when you tell him, he laughs at first
-Not mocking or anything but Mikey just doesn’t really care about what happens in bed, as long as it feels good
-Mikey isn’t experienced at all (I would guess) and all his life kinda revolves around being in control (gangs, even in the future timeline I would think he’s kinda famous, etc)
-Then you straddle him, putting all your weight on him and whispering filthy things in that authoritative voice, and he realizes he has never been this hard.
-Will be a bit bratty
-Will also cry if you edge him
Chifuyu (mwehehhehe)
-Sweet boy is a bit naive, thinking sex with you is going to be soft and bonding
-Well it is bonding but not the kind he expected
-Would probably kinda expect to be in control, to make sweet love to you until you tie his wrists with his own tie
-Brain freeze
-Would be a bit unsure at first but once your hand is wrapped around him, he’s wrapped around your little finger.
-Would try not to beg and think he’s being respectful until you full on tell him to beg (he will beg)
- Please give him praises, he will cry and come all over your hand
hello! I just read your drabble about Sanzu teaching his gf how to ride a bike and it was so cute TuT ♡ so I was wondering if maybe you could write something similar for Mikey and/or Baji or any other characters you like!
YES! I haven’t written for Tokyo Revengers in forever! I feel like the fandom is dead 🥀😢
Thank you for the request! I decided to write it for Baji! Hope you like it xoxo
Baji swore he wasn’t nervous for you.
He’d been riding his bike since he was a kid, the fear was beaten out of him a long time ago by speed and adrenaline.
But watching you stand there with his gloves on, and his oversized leather jacket that swallowed you whole? That did something unfamiliar to his chest.
“Relax,” he said, grinning like always, sharp and easy. “I’ve got you.”
And he did. From the moment you swung your leg over the bike, Baji was completely focused; hands steady as he adjusted the mirrors, voice low and kind as he talked you through every step. Throttle control. Balance.
When you stalled for the third time, he just laughed, bright and loud.
“Hey, you’re doing great,” he promised. “Way better than I did.”
Every small victory made him proud. Your first smooth takeoff. The first turn you didn’t wobble through. Each time, he celebrated like you were a pro racer who just won the gold.
“That’s my girl!,” he cheered.
Once you were confident enough, he climbed on behind you, long legs engulfing yours.
“I can get used to this,” he said whispering in your ear, as he settled his hands warmly on your hips.
He leaned forward just enough that his chest pressed to your back, chin hovering near your shoulder.
“Don’t be too confident now,” he teased. “And don’t rush,” he murmured. “I’m right here.”
Riding through Tokyo at night with Baji laughing in your ear, the city lights blurred as you raced by. Every stoplight had him bouncing his knee, too excited to sit still.
When you finally parked, breathless and grinning, Baji hopped off and stared at you.
His leather jacket embracing you. Helmet tucked under your arm. Eyes bright with adrenaline.
“Lemme take a picture, I need a new wallpaper.”
You posed with a big smile, and he melted when he saw the final result. It was definitely his favorite photo; one he’d be showing off to everyone at the Toman meeting tomorrow.
“Yeah,” he said, running a hand through his hair, a crooked smile pulling at his lips as he looked at the photo. “I’m never letting you quit.”
