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𝖙𝖔𝖐𝖞𝖔 𝖗𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖗𝖘 + 𝖌𝖊𝖙𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖈𝖆𝖚𝖌𝖍𝖙 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖞𝖔𝖚

FEATURING !! hanagaki takemichi, sano "mikey" manjiro, ryuguji "draken" ken

all are f!reader and contain elements of exhibitionism. please read the individual warnings for each character!

𝟏𝟖+ 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 (𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐃𝐍𝐈)

𝖙𝖆𝖐𝖊𝖒𝖎𝖈𝖍𝖎

WARNINGS !! cheating, strong language, ffm threesome (feat. hinata), p-in-v penetration, fingering

When Hinata caught her boyfriend buried balls-deep inside your slit, the last thing you expected was to feel aroused... but 'aroused' was an understatement. Your pussy throbbed with the knowledge that, despite being the 'other woman,' Takemichi was so drunk on your slick walls that he couldn't stop even to apologize to his girlfriend. "F-fuck, she feels so good... just lemme finish, baby," Takemichi begged, looking at Hinata with pleading eyes as he filled you from behind. "Lemme finish and then we can talk." You expected her to react in anger, or even jealousy; after all, if it had been you, you would have given Takemichi the slap he deserved for this. Instead, Hinata began to unbutton her blouse with a smirk. "W-What are you doing?" you stammered, your cheeks burning with embarrassment. "What does it look like I'm doing, Y/n?" Hinata replied coyly. "I'm joining you." In nothing but her bra and panties, Hinata lay beneath you as Takemichi fucked you doggy-style. She spread your labia and giggled, rubbing you with two fingers. "She's so wet for you, Takemichi. How cute."

𝖒𝖎𝖐𝖊𝖞

WARNINGS !! strong language, fingering, oral

The tension had been building since Mikey moved in, but this morning had been the last straw. When he put his hand on your waist and reached around you to get to the orange juice, you could feel his cock throbbing against your back. By the time you remembered that your ex was supposed to stop by to pick up his old things, it was too late: you were already pressed up against the refrigerator, your new roommate kneeling between your legs. The locks in the door shifted audibly as you let out a moan of pleasure. "Shit, shit, shit!" you swore. You tried to push Mikey's head away, but he resisted with a sly chuckle. Rather than pull back, Mikey curled two fingers inside of you, stroking your g-spot in a tantalizing rhythm. As the door swung open, your ex made eye contact with you, Mikey's fingers knuckle-deep inside your swollen cunt. "What the hell is this?!" your ex shouted. Mikey fingered you harder and faster as he came up for air, lips plump and red with your juices. He grinned at your ex over his shoulder, possessive claws digging into your thigh. "Would you mind getting the door on your way out?"

𝖉𝖗𝖆𝖐𝖊𝖓

WARNINGS !! strong language, p-in-v penetration, choking, praise, volunteering to share you with mikey

Draken had spread your thighs apart in a deep mating press, rolling his hips into yours in a melodic rhythm. "Fuck, Y/n, look at how well you take it," he murmured, brushing his lips against your ear. "Your walls are practically sucking me in." You were entranced, moaning and babbling nonsense, until the door to his roommate's bedroom swung open. You hadn't known anybody was home, or you never would've been caught dead out in the open like this... yet even as your stomach churned with embarrassment, you had to admit you liked the way the shorter blond man stopped and stared. "You like what you see, Mikey?" Draken taunted his friend, reaching down to wrap his long fingers around your throat. He grinned when you let out a cry of pleasure, satisfied with your display. "She's behaving so well for me," Draken cooed, looking down at you fondly. "Maybe if you're good, I'll let him have a turn with you... would you like that, sweetheart?"

𝐌𝐘 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄 𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

— curse!toji fushiguro + sorcerer fem!reader

mdni. mild dub con, breeding kink, mild pussy slapping ( not rough ) name calling : slut ( once ) a bunch of pet names such as princess, angel, good girl. not proofread pls correct me at any mistake 🤕

curse reader + suguru is cooking

"I will be alright"

you had grinned at Nanami, a slightly concerned look still present on his face even though you were already miles away from where goodbyes were exchanged.

"it's a low rank curse, it should be fine"

but it really wasn't.

the report mentioned some passersby' warning over a strange metal clanking sound in a nearby abandoned building, —nothing out of the ordinary really, adding to the faint, almost imperceptible cursed energy found in the surroundings everyone agreed it was some low rank curse doings.

the eerie feeling was palpable left and right, coldness digging deep into your bones and making the hair on the back of your neck stand on end.

the curse didn't attack, it cornered you into a windowless and bare walls floor where it hid in the dark, like a predator hunting its prey, and much to your disadvantage, you were the latter.

the rapid and loud thumping of your heart rang in your ears, slightly muffling the startling voice the curse held, although you didn't expect for it's first words to be “you're too pretty to be a sorcerer”

your jaw went slack and —from what it seemed— he, chuckled at your unconscious body response, feeling your stomach drop at the deep and manly voice resonating through the walls and hallways.

you swallow hard “what the fuck does that mean?”

he laughed again and shifted in his place, a step, two steps closer to the moonlight that barely got to show a portion of his shadow.

“what I'm trying to say is...” the voice came from your back, startling you enough to steal a gasp before it moved again, “...I would hate for a pretty thing like you to get killed so easily”

“if someone is dying today, that's you” you spoke, fake confidence helping you cope with what could possibly be your imminent death. this curse wasn't one to mess with, you were certain.

“why don't we test that out” he whispers in your ear, and a second later you found yourself on the floor, not giving you time to react to the inhuman speed the curse possessed, definitely sporting a couple of bruises and a makeshift handcuff with what felt like metallic chains.

“let me go” you grit, and much to your disgust, your mouth going dry the moment the curse got into the light didn't help, hating to admit a slight throb that started in your core. —and shoulders, due to the awkward position.

he was terribly hot, dark tight shirt clinging on his broad chest and disappearing underneath gray joggers that only fueled your dirty thoughts.

“stop squirming, you have nowhere to go right now” his laugh echoes as loud as his shoes clicking right before your kneeling form, coming to your height dark pupils, almost fully engulfing the color of his irises with dark messy hair falling on them.

you had to earn time, strike a stupid conversation or anything that could win you some time until anyone came to your rescue after noticing the long absence, but the man smirked down at you in such a mischievous way you couldn't help and try to kick on his chest, screaming internally when he didn't budge, and instead, opting to wrap his fingers around your ankle.

“don't touch me” you half shout, both at the surprise of his movements and the slight shiver engulfing your body from the calloused fingertips coming in contact with the bare skin right here your pants rise.

there's a tsk coming from his lips right before sliding his huge hand across your leg, slowly enough for you to stop him, yet your body remained still, frozen against the cold marble floor.

“you're enjoying this, aren't you?”

he whispers in your ear, leaning close enough into your ear until nothing but a breeze could separate his lips from your skin.

“fuck you” you hiss, empty words not matching the way you pliantly let the man, curse, touch you, both hands resting on your thighs, your waist, snaking a single thumb across the side of your covered breasts that rise and fall with each harsh breathing.

“that's what I plan on doing”

for the second time in the night, your head fogs at the sudden movement, knees landing roughly on the floor with a pained gasp as you stare into the wall, back towards the man.

“i bet you're fucking wet” he chuckles, “what a slut, in this situation, really?, do you not get fucked well enough?”

you part your lips to talk back, anger and embarrassment burning in your face but the fact was undeniable, now obvious to him since his rough fingertips came in contact with the crotch of your elastic pants, rubbing across your slit through the fabric roughly enough for your growing wetness to seep into the exterior.

“fuck— naughty girl” he grins, palming his hardening cock through the loose fabric of his own pants. “gonna take care of you, princess, fuck you nice and good til' that pretty head of yours goes numb”

it's involuntary the moan that escapes your lips, suddenly losing balance until your cheek is pressed against the cold floor.

“name's Toji” he huffs, leaving a single sharp slap on your ass before pulling the cloth down along your drenched panties, enough for his thighs to stretch out your own and leave your pussy to his lustful gaze, “remember the name you'll be screaming tonight”

Toji's words remarked with a couple soft slaps on your throbbing clit with the tip of his cock, making your thighs twitch and whimpers escape.

he's big. incredibly big and stretching you so well your breath comes out unsteady and erratic, nails digging against your own palms as to conceal the pleasure you're currently feeling.

“T-toji...” you whine for the first time, deep down loving how his name felt on your lips.

“that's right” he grunts, slowly but steadily feeding your cunt the rest of his fat cock, his own breathing coming in stuttered huffs with how tight you felt, “you're squeezing me so much, you just needed a fat cock to satisfy you, isn't that right, angel?”

“ngh!” you sob, toes curling in your shoes when his heavy balls kiss your clit, and then he's fucking you with abandon, holding onto one of your shoulders to pull your upper body up, forcing you to meet his thrusts that almost knocked the air out of your lungs.

“good fuckin' girl” Toji's laugh resonates through the room, in contrast to the wet sounds your meeting flesh does, it's dark and dangerous, but still makes your cunt flutter, “do you like how I ruin your unprotected human pussy?”

you chose not to reply, unable to due to Toji's cock continuously slamming against your sweet spot, forcing waves of slick to drool out of your slit and stain your thighs, mixed with the creamy precum coating your sensitive walls.

“answer me, darling” a rough hand comes to cup your jaw, forcing your head up until his lips ghost over the skin of your cheek, hips rutting into your slit and forcing his length a bit deeper into your abused pussy.

"y-yes!, feels so good" you stutter, eyes rolled back and hair clinging to every corner of your forehead, unaware of the movement of your own hips in an attempt to fuck yourself back on him.

“good girl” Toji leaves a single chaste kiss on your cheek, taking his previous position, although this time he forces your waist to arch deeper, almost mounting you before resuming his thrusts, “gonna show you how I breed pretty girls like you”

you whimper his name in approval, completely cockdrunk while letting him submit you, positively drooling onto the floor and making a mess like he's doing with your cunt.

with a choked out sob you cream all over his length, shaking and crying while clinging to the only resistant surface underneath your used body, yet he didn't stop, fucking the white ring of cum back into your drenched pussy.

he's forcing your ass cheeks open, aiming for your cervix before filling your hole with thick cum that comes out with a grunt and a groan, rolling his hips into you for a couple of seconds until your breathing steadies.

you know for a fact, that after that night, you became utterly ruined for any other man. since no one could ever fuck you like the curse you were supposed to exorcise.

he leaves a sharp slap on your overflowing pussy, loud and wet enough for your mixed fluids to splatter, right on time before hearing footsteps on the first floor of the building, —perhaps your companions that might take a while to reach the high floor you were currently at. and then he's quick on his feet, untangling your bound hands while chuckling at the yelp and beautiful sight of his cum oozing from your hole.

“if you want another load, you know where to find me”

“i don’t even want nail polish!” he said with an annoyed face.

“okay? i won’t force you.” you replied with a straight face.

“…”

“…”

“can you do it black?”

haitani rindou, baji keisuke, hanma shuji, sano manjiro, scaramouche, xiao, kageyama tobio, iwaizumi hajime, aomine daiki, murasakibara atsushi, kagami taiga

SWEET TOOTH FT. GOJO SATORU

✩ ‧ ˚. synopsis: gojo knows how to get what he wants, especially if it's a sweet treat (student!au)

contents: fem!reader. all fluff, vaguely suggestive at the end. almost the one month anniversary of my first writing post on tumblr!

"baby, i've never been this comfortable in my life," the half-asleep boy on your shoulder mumbles. satoru shifts slightly and nudges himself impossibly closer to you under the blanket, long arms wrapped around your waist.

it's the first day in a while that the two of you have off together—no classes, no homework, just the two of you and the ridiculous amount of shows on your to-watch list.

so far, it's been your dream lazy day. you woke up well past noon, shared a coffee with satoru, and took a walk outside to admire the pleasantly cloudy and cool weather. some people hated gloomy days, but to you? this was the best gift the earth could've given you after weeks of scorching hot afternoons.

satoru seems content too—his usual loud and annoying demeanor has mostly faded, leaving you with a sleepy, soft and touch-starved version of himself.

unfortunately, his sweet tooth is the one thing that hasn't changed.

"sweetheart, can you get me a snack?" satoru murmurs, lips brushing against your ear. "something sweet."

you tilt your head up and kiss his chin, eyes still fixated on the show playing on your screen. "satoru, i love you, but i'm not getting up."

"please?" he breathes, moving his lips from your ear to your neck. you can feel his breath on your skin, and you can't help but smile at his attempt to seduce you into getting him a snack. "i love you."

"nice try, satoru." 

"baby, please? i don't wan' to get up," satoru mumbles. when you still don't move, he makes a pouty face and widens his ocean-blue eyes pleadingly.

his puppy eyes almost convince you to leave your warm, comfortable spot in his arms, but you know only too well that if you listen to him this time, it'll happen again.

satoru pulls you closer to him and presses his lips to your shoulder before kissing your neck. his lips linger as he repeats his request and whispers an "i love you".

"babyyy, pretty please? i love you so much," satoru cooes, trailing his fingers through your hair and fluttering his eyelashes. "you're the best girlfriend ever, y'know that?"

you kiss his forehead with a smile. "love you too."

he perks up and looks at you expectantly, like a puppy expecting a treat.

"satoru, i'm not getting up."

"worst girlfriend ever!"

you glare at satoru and with a hmph! you untangle yourself from his arms and sit up. "fine! i'll get the snacks, but i'm not sharing!"

grumbling about how stubborn your boyfriend could be, you wrap a blanket around you and get up with a sigh, not looking back in case satoru has that shit-eating grin of his on. 

as you scour the pantry for something to munch on, still seething over having to get up from your cozy spot on the couch, you feel satoru's arms wrap around you from behind. "huh— satoru?"

"i felt bad." 

"you just want me to share the snacks, don't you?"

satoru gasps in mock surprise. "of course not! how could you accuse me of such a thing! i'm here because i love you and i have a heart!"

silence.

"okay, maybe the snacks were a small part of i— ow!" satoru cuts himself off when you smack him on the shoulder with your hand.

"you're the worst!" you whine, pulling his hands off you and pushing him away. "you love your snacks more than you love me!"

"no, it's more of a close tie!"

"satoru!"

"i'm sorry!" he mumbles, grabbing your shoulders and forcing you to face him. "stop being mad at me!"

when you huff and don't respond, satoru pins you against the pantry wall. "baby, i said i was sorry! stop ignoring me!"

he widens his eyes pleadingly and kisses your nose, eyebrows slanted apologetically. "i love you, sweetheart. more than anything." his voice softens and he rests a hand on the side of your neck, thumb rubbing your cheek endearingly. "can i kiss you?"

"you just did, dummy," you mutter, scrunching up your nose. somehow, satoru looks better with his hair messy and clothes wrinkled—not that you'd ever tell him so.

satoru smiles and cups your face with both of his hands, still pressing you against the wall. "no, i mean like this." 

he presses his mouth to yours, and you can feel him smile as he kisses you. and it's all you can do not to melt at the feel of his lips on yours.

"i love you, baby," he mumbles in between kisses. "don't be mad at me."

even if he's the biggest brat you've ever met, satoru knows how to use his words (and his body), and within a minute, he's got you kissing him back, hands wrapped around his waist.

as he kisses you, satoru slips one of his hands into a packet of sweets behind him. he fishes out a caramel, briefly pulling away to pop it into his mouth before pressing his mouth to yours agaon.

"can we take this to couch?" you ask when satoru finally lets you breathe. "i'm tired of standing."

"mhm, sure thing, princess."

with one hand, satoru scoops you up, and with the other he grabs a handful of caramels from a bag on one of the shelves.

"love you, sweets," he cooes, putting you down on the couch and lying down on top of you, pressing his lips to your forehead with a smirk. "it's unhealthy how much i love the way you taste."

"are you talking to me or the caramels?"

"baby, what made you think i was talking to yo- ow, i'm kidding, i'm kidding!"

I really like your Tokyo revengers He’s Taken scenario. What if it happened in reverse where someone told the boys that they would be a better fit for reader <3

TOKYO REVENGERS - UM, SHE'S TAKEN?

includes: manjiro "mikey" sano, hanma shuji, baji keisuke and kazutora hanemiya all include xfem!reader!

a/n: this is so late but i felt i should actually do a request for once :) and i always love me some jealous boys!

MIKEY:

The audacity of this man.

That was all Mikey could think.

Did he not know who he was? Did he not know who you were dating? The Invisible Mikey, Toman's Leader and the most handsome boy you knew?

Clearly not.

Frowning, Mikey watches with barely concealed disdain as your classmate (the one you’ve been complaining to him about for weeks now) follows you outside of the school. He couldn’t always pick you up from school with Toman business and the like, but today he’d made sure he’d be able to after you’d texted him the day before that your annoying classmate had proceeded to take his infatuation with you a step further and follow you out of school. It had taken you great convincing to get him not to ‘walk you home’ as he so eloquently put it – stalking more like it – and though you’d tried to play it off, Mikey knew how scared you were.

The second your eyes fall on Mikey making his way over to you, he sees the instant relief that floods through them. Despite everything, Mikey can't help but feel slightly smug at that, hands shoved nonchalantly in his pockets as he crosses the distance over to you.

"Y/N-channn!" He calls out, arms stretched out towards you and with a single brief glance at the boy next to you, you all but race towards him, allowing yourself to fall into his arms. Mikey hates the way he feels you shake slightly beneath his fingertips, and he throws a not-so-subtle glare the classmates way, who – as he figured – is glaring right back at him.

"Y/N," the classmate calls, and Mikey's eyes narrow at his familiarity when regarding you. "Who's this?"

You lean back from his hug, and Mikey can see you look rather annoyed at the question – clearly, you've told him this before.

"Mikey," Mikey cuts in dryly, "her boyfriend."

And he must really not know who Mikey is because he has the gall to laugh.

"Boyfriend?" Haru laughs, mockingly and loudly, head thrown back as you cast a quick glance up at Mikey in uncertainy, trying to gauge he's reaction. Truthfully, Mikey looks unphased. "I thought you were joking about that, Y/N."

And then Haru steps forward, moving towards you; "I mean, you and me make a much better–"

It happens in a flash. Suddenly, you're no longer in Mikey's arms and rather set gently behind him, Mikey’s body blocking your view as Haru's hand that was outstretched towards you is now tightly grasped in Mikey's fist. A quick glance at Haru's face, and you can tell that Mikey's grip is tight, his face twisting with pain.

"Did I forget to mention?" Mikey smiles, "I'm also the leader of Toman."

Haru's eyes widen and he looks scared–well, shitless.

Mikey's grip tightens, finding the way all colour leaves Haru's face rather amusing and the way the panic wells with pain as Mikey bends his arm to the point of just being about to break.

"Now, what was that about you and Y/N-chan being a better match?"

"I was wrong!" Haru cries, voice pitching pathetically, "I'm sorry! I didn't mean it!"

"Don't apologize to me," Mikey shrugs, "apologize to Y/N-chan for making her so uncomfortable for the past few weeks."

Slowly, Mikey takes a step back, allowing you to fall in the view of Haru again, who, near crying, falls to his knees. "I'm so sorry! Please forgive me!"

Cheeks red slightly in embarrassment, you turn to Mikey.

He lets go with ease, Haru falling to the ground with one last cry, before Mikey makes his way to you, pulling you back into his arms with a wide grin.

"Let's go eat!" Mikey calls out with a cheer, snuggling into you. "I want you to feed me!"

HANMA:

"I mean, you're no good for her."

There's a beat. One long, single beat of silence before Hanma can't hold himself back anymore and he burst into laughter.

You, whose stood next to him, looks at him in disbelief, eyes widening as Hanma all but cackles in response to Asahi's words. Asahi, to be fair, looks just a stunned, and with a frown, you step towards your boyfriend, tugging on the sleeve of his jacket.

"Shuji!" You hiss, grip tightening on him.

He falls quiet at that, letting his eyes drift across you briefly, taking in the worried look in your eyes and the laughter stops at that. Hanma lets his eyes fall back on this boy, Asahi apparently, and the frown deepens – you were scared of this guy? He looked like wind might blow him over.

Besides, didn't you trust him to protect you?

A single glance back at you, and you're still throwing worried glances at Asahi, shuffled close to his side.

Guess he had something else to prove then.

"That's funny," Hanma finally speaks up, letting his eyes fall on Asahi with disinterest. "Hilarious actually." But all the humour has left his body, and Hanma simply stares back at the boy with a straight face.

Asahi falters, just slightly.

"I-I mean, you're a deliquent!" He calls out, gesturning in front of him at Hanma, before his eyes fall on you. "I mean, surely you can see that being with him will be nothing but a bad influence. If you were–"

Hanma steps in front of you, blocking you effectively from him.

"You don't get to talk to her," Hanma states rather bluntly.

Asahi turns to him, lips parting.

"You're not worthy enough to talk to her, pipsqueak. So let's keep this between you and me, huh?"

The air changes, thickens, and although you can't see it, you can practically sense as Asahi grows nervous, registering the glint in Hanma's gaze as he stares him down.

"I mean, surely, if you knew I was a... what did you say? Delinquent." Hanma snorts, "you think you'd have the brains to realize I'm not someone to mess with. And I don't take kindly to idiots like you trying to tell me who my girl should or shouldn't be with."

Hanma takes a step forward then, towering over the boy whose skin has grown pale, eyes flooding with fear as he stares up at Hanma.

"I especially don't take kindly to you scaring my girl either."

"I-I–"

Grabbing Asahi by the collar of his jacket, Asahi falls silent as Hanma pulls him up until he's standing on the tip of his toes, kicking his feet beneath him.

"But it seems I screwed up too, huh? My girl shouldn't have to be afraid because she should know I'd never let anyone touch her, let alone look at her if they made her uncomfortable."

There's a pause and Hanma's gaze grows wild as his fist slowly raises beside him, Asahi's cries of panic and pleads of mercy simply a background noise.

"So it looks like I gotta show her why."

BAJI:

"You're loud."

Well, Baji guessed he couldn't necessarily argue with that.

"You're rash."

That, too... maybe.

"You're not very smart."

Uh, ouch.

"You act without thinking. It could get Y/N hurt."

Okay, well that was just rude.

You were always Baji's top priority.

Well, that and fighting. But, still.

"I think I'd be a much better fit for her."

Baji should've figured this is where the conversation was going. Letting his eyes drift across the boy stood in front of him, he takes in the sight of his Toman uniform. He doesn't readily recognize the boy, so he's certainly not in his division.

Ballsy, he'd admit.

But stupid nonetheless.

He's probably in Mitsuya's division, Baji laughs to himself.

Well, not for much longer.

"I'll take your silence as a sign you agree with me–"

"I wouldn't jump to conclusions," Baji chuckles, grinning down widely at the boy. "What makes you think you're so great for Y/N? I know she's happy with me."

Lips parting, the boy pauses; "what?"

"You listed off all the reasons why you think I'm not a good fit for her, right?" He quirks a brow, and the boy nods. "So, tell me why you think you're a good match for her. You win, I'll break up with Y/N. And if you lose... well, needless to say." With a wide grin, Baji cracks his knuckles, baring his fists down at the boy.

The boys eyes widen, and he fumbles for a second, before he steels himself, inhaling deeply.

"Well, I'm smart, for one–"

"Wrong," Baji cuts in, "Y/N doesn't like smart guys. Why else would she have gone for me?"

Faltering, the boy shakes his head; "w-well, I'm a good cook–"

"Y/N prefers cooking herself," Baji shakes his head. "It's her passion."

Cheeks redenning, the boy rushes to add; "I-I'm! I'm strong!"

Baji just laughs; "not as strong as me. You're not even a vice captain of Toman!"

Thoroughly embarrassed, the boy hesitates, face bright red.

"Looks like you lose," Baji sings, stepping towards the boy. "I mean, if you really knew Y/N, you'd know the most important thing."

"W-What?"

"That none of that matters because she loves me!"

"You can't just–"

He never finishes what he's about to say before a fist makes contact with his cheek, knocking him off his feet and sending him straight to the ground.

Baji glances down at him with a blink.

"Strong my ass."

He makes a move toward him, before;

"Keisuke!"

Eyes lighting up, Baji spins, grinning at the sight of you. "Y/N!"

You fall in front of him, eyes flickering from the boy groaning on the ground back to him, "did you get in another fight again?"

Baji shrugs; "the guy deserved it. Not much of a fight either.”

And your eyes fall back on the boy on the ground and there's a flicker of hope where he thinks you might help but, but then after a moment you follow Baji's lead, shrugging, letting him take your hand in his before leading him off.

Guess Baji was right – you really did love him.

KAZUTORA:

"I mean, didn't you go to juvie?"

Frowning, Kazutora glares at the man, Daiki as he'd introduced himself as, in front of him. He was apparently a co-worker of yours, though Kazutora's never heard you talk about him before.

Stuck at this party your work was holding for you as a celebration for the promotion you'd received and your excellent work at the company, Kazutora had gotten a whole half hour of your time before you'd been whisked off by two woman, you offering an apologetic smile over your shoulder in response.

At the time, Kazutora hadn't minded – this night was for you after all and he wanted you to enjoy it.

Now, though? He desperately wanted to leave.

"How do you even know that?" Kazutora asks, his patience thin.

"I did some research when Y/N mentioned your name," Daiki shrugs. "Of course, when she mentioned you she hadn't mentioned that."

It's obviously meant as a jab. But Kazutora knew you weren't embarrassed of him – at least, he'd been pretty sure of that.

"Well, it's not really any of your business is it?" Kazutora cuts in, barely able to contain the snide in his tone. He barely liked socializing with people anyway, especially strangers, but he'd gone for you and because he wanted to be apart of your celebration. It was the least he could do after all you'd done for him.

But now he wishes he’d stayed home if he had to continue dealing with this guy.

"Still," Daiki insists, "aren't you embarrassed? I mean, such an upstanding woman... it's a wonder why she ever chose you."

"I chose him because I love him for him," you cut in and Kazutora’s eyes widen, glancing over his shoulder to see you making your way over to him. You look absolutely stunning, dressed in a floor length Y/F/C dress and when you notice his eyes on you, you smile at him, before it falters as you turn back to glance at your coworker. "But I hardly think that's any of your business anyways."

You fall next to Kazutora, wrapping your arm around his waist as you fall into his side, and the second you do, you squeeze Kazutora's side, and he realizes you're trying to reassure him.

"Y/N–!"

"Honestly, Daiki," you breathe out, voice coming out purposely exasperated as you roll your eyes. "I've had this conversation with you multiple times. I am happily in a relationship and your obsession with my personal affairs is strange and inappropriate. Given my promotion, I could easily have you fired."

Kazutora watches as the man's eyes widen, cheeks bleeding red as he shakes his head; "my-my apologies. Please, you don't have to go that far. I'll... I'll make sure I stop."

You raise a brow, holding the man with bated breath for a moment, before you nod. "Just don't let it happen again."

Daiki scurries off without another word, desperate to get away and Kazutora watches as you let out a sigh, shoulders falling as you shift, coming to stand in front of him, hands falling on his hips.

"I'm sorry about him. He's been... annoyingly persistant about asking me out for the past bit. I thought he'd have stopped when I reported him last week but when I saw him talking to you just now, I realized he hadn't."

Kazutora glances down at you, meeting your gaze.

You understand what he's trying to say before he even does; "nuh-uh," you shake your head, tugging him closer to you. "Don't let a word that idiot says get to you. He's just a pervert anyways. He spends half of his time looking down my shirt and I would never want to be with someone like him over you."

Biting his lips, Kazutora smiles softly; "I love you."

"I love you too," you grin, before slipping your hand into his. "Now, come on, I want to introduce you to my friends."

tokyo rev; how they hug !

including. mikey, draken, baji, mitsuya.

summary. pinterest pics describing how they’d hug reader<3 i think we all need 1 rn!! enjoy:)

part two.

MANJIRO SANO .

‘ mikey is arguably the comfiest hugger of them all. he’s the type to drape his arms around you at the most random times, letting out a huff through his pink lips. he weighs you down. when you ask him what’s up, he’ll just hum, nuzzling closer. doesn’t let go—especially when you’re busy. ‘

KEN RYUGUJI .

‘ draken isn’t that into pda, but there are times when he feels you need it. in that case, he’ll lock an arm around your neck and pull you close, planting a kiss on your head. when you’re alone, he always finds himself draping an arm around your shoulder. it always ends with your head snug between his bicep and his chest, warmed by the thick muscles underneath. ‘

MITSUYA TAKASHI .

‘ with mitsuya, it’s usually the subtle touches. but when he can get away with it, he’ll never miss an opportunity to have you in his arms, right up against his chest. he’s a head cradler. the one who breathes in your scent and rocks you side to side. the one who hugs you like you’re home. ‘

BAJI KEISUKE .

‘ call me biased, but in my opinion, baji offers the type of hug you’d never wanna leave. ‘c’mere,’ he’d beckon as he scoops you up in those strong arms. he has his own personal spidey sense for when you need an arm or two that he’s never ashamed to give you, no matter where or when. he’s firm. grounding. yours. ‘

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