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having horrible horny thoughts about telling best friend hanma no guy has ever made you cum so he takes it upon himself to be the first because he deserves it and wants to be your first something :,( eats you out like a starved man and his strokes are immaculate someone help 💔💔

— 𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐓𝐇 𝐎𝐑 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐄 !! : hanma shuji.

content: f!reader. college au(?). you're inexperienced, shuji is secretly in love with you. pussy eating, fingering, multiple orgasms, overstim, edging, he makes you call him daddy. if this makes no sense its bec i wrote the whole thing w my clit.

an: (s)creaming this turned into a full fic lmfaoo

⠀⠀ — . ｡˚ ♡ "i dare you to tell me somethin' that'll make me laugh."

“no guy’s ever made me cum.” you’d told hanma. a not so innocent answer to a rather innocent dare, you admit. but he’s your best friend, nothing less (and nothing more). it’s fine.

and there was an awkward, momentary silence for a few seconds. he’d fallen still, holding the cigarette he’d been about to take a drag from in mid air, amber eyes flickering with an emotion unreadable to you.

“say what, dollface?” he asks — using that petname with you again, that your exes always hated — and the disbelieving tone in his voice embarrasses you, brings a flush to your cheeks and ties a knot of humiliation in your guts.

you squirm on the back of his motorcycle, as he turns his head to look at you, leaning against the fence right by you, where he’d parked the vehicle.

“i—” you stutter, flustered. “no guy’s ever made me cum before.” just something funny that’d slipped out your mouth, during a lazy game of truth or dare you’d played during his smoke break after class.

“that’s fucking funny, doll.” he does laugh, but it’s awkward. “you serious?”

“yes.” you’d answered. truthfully.

and now, you’re splayed out between hanma’s legs, on his bed in his room, his long and lithe fingers bullying their way into your cunt for the third time. “h—ah! wait!”

he’s leaning against the headboard, one arm hooked around your waist, hand firmly on your thigh and holding your legs spread apart, fingers in your pussy as he chuckles lowly at your whines.

you’d question it — question what the fuck was happening, if he just wasn’t so fucking hot and making you feel so fucking good.

“that’s it,” he smirks, as you drop your head against his chest, grabbing onto his wrist, desperately trying to close your legs as he effortlessly draws another orgasm out of you. “that’s it ... ya look fuckin’ cute when you’re cumming.”

he laughs when you try to look up at him and scowl, eyes fluttering and rolling back into your head when he uses the hand that’s not busy fucking your pussy to land a slap on your clit.

you moan again, and he laughs. “see? atta girl, so pretty when you cum. tellin’ me nobody’s ever seen you like this?”

you dont answer, too busy trying to blink back the wave of dizziness that’s washing over you with the bliss hanma’s giving you, on his fingers alone.

the inked kanji on the back of his hand flashes darkly, sin bobbing up and down between your legs, shiny with your slick, as hanma curls his fingers into your tight, clenching walls and rasps into the shell of your ear, “asked you a question, dollface.”

“nobody,” you gasp, for some reason so nervous yet so turned on, by the demanding, challenging edge to his tone. “nobody, hanma— ah!”

“tch, it’s shuji, sweetheart.” he pinches your clit, laughs when your knees jerk up at the sensation.

his voice goes a little softer as he continues, thinking you wouldn’t notice the hint of jealousy and longing in his voice with the state you’re in. “gonna keep me just your friend, just your ol’ buddy hanma-kun even after i take you on my bed, fuck you on my fingers ’n make you cum over ’n over again?”

“a—mngh, ’m sorry, shuji,” you whine, too enamoured by how he feels to argue, and his heart jumps at how sweet his name sounds off your tongue. “f—fuck, feels so good!”

“would feel better if i were usin’ my tongue. or if you were on my cock.” he laughs when your expression visibly scrunches up in embarrassment, cooing at you and telling you how cute you are as he grips your waist and turns you around to straddle him, legs shaky with the effect of your previous orgasms. “want me to do it, yeah?”

“mmm,” you answer though you’re not sure what he means, holding onto his shoulders for support. he holds you steady, and slides himself down onto his back onto the mattress, pushing your legs further apart around him and cupping your ass, pulling you forward — and you realize what he’s about to do. “shuji, no, i’ve n—”

you cut yourself off, but hanma picks your sentence up anyway.

“never been eaten out before?” he asks, sounding both unconvinced and pissed off at the same time, and you sit there as he stares up at you, so fucking embarrassed—

“my doll’s been gettin’ treated like shit, huh?” he breathes, gold eyes tracing your figure down. “sweet lil’ thing, i’ll show you how y’should be treated, a’right?”

“mm,” you let out a sound, so shy when his voice goes all sympathetic. it makes your pussy go slick with want, your heart beating faster with anticipation. “mkay.”

hanma doesn’t hold back. he tightens his arms around your hips and waist in an instant, pulling your cunt down on his mouth, nose pressed just over your clit as he inhales deep into you, letting out a needy growl as he opens his mouth and takes you.

your hands scramble to find a hold on the headboard as he rocks you forward, trapping you on your knees with your thighs plush and warm around his face, drinking in your cunt — devouring you like a man starved. “fuck,” he slurs into your heat, muffled and hot. “shit, baby, s’ fuckin—good.”

his tongue grazes your clit, curls around it and sucks, and you cry out, squirming in his arms, one hand leaving the headboard to get down and curl your fingers into his hair and tug, stuttering his name out in a pleading chant. “shuji, shuji, shuji — fuck!”

the moan he lets out when you pull at his black and blonde locks thrums against your cunt, and when he sucks at your clit again, slurping loudly and grunting praise into you, it’s enough to make you cum again. “ah, shuji, cumming, cumming!”

“i know,” he hisses, and when you look down at him, the rise of his cheekbones, his nose and his mouth are soaked with your wetness— and his eyes are blown wide, the gold of them almost lost in the darkness of his want. “i know, baby. i know.”

“please,” you hiccup, tears blurring your vision, hips trembling as you try not to collapse over hanma’s face.

your cunt aches, empty despite the way he shoves his tongue up your fluttering hole, and you dont want another orgasm without it. “fuck! shuji — shuji please, need your cock.”

“mm — what’d you say, dollface?” he grunts, licking at your clit, yanking you back in when you try to lift yourself off him. “cant just get all you want like that. say it right f’me.”

“w-what?” you sob, unsure what he means but so needy to obey, because you just need him to stuff you full and fill you up already.

you dont know if it’s wrong or not, to want your best friend’s dick inside you so badly, but you’ve gone this far, havent you? he’s giving you what you want.

“you g’na do as i say?” he smirks, watching how you nod and keen when he tongues at your abused clit again. “then say ‘i love you, daddy, i only want you ‘n your cock from now on’.”

huh? — it takes a second or two, but the words put clarity in your head, somewhat, when you hear them.

swallowing back the shaky whine of acceptance bubbling at your throat, you manage to ask instead, “you want me to tell you i love you?”

there’s a small pause, before hanma’s grip on your hips tightens again.

but this time, he pulls you off.

it urges you back to your position straddling his hips, as he sits back up, leaning on the headboard once more — and though his hard-on brushing hot and heavy through his jeans against your messy cunt is distracting, you pay attention to his expression instead.

hanma stares at you, face wet with your slick and hair messy with your hand tangling through the dyed locks. “so you ... dont?”

it’s a sudden flipside to the multiple orgasms he’d just sent you through, and it disorients you just a little.

but the look in his amber eyes, black and blonde hair stuck to his forehead and framing his face, the warmth in your heart as you contemplate an answer — and the desperate ache in your empty cunt, it all convinces you to say you do.

“i do.”

there’s yet another damned pause, as you sit on hanma’s lap, naked and with his dick hard under your ass, your palms flat against his bare chest — if someone’d told you before that a dumb game of truth or dare after class would lead you to this situation, you’d laugh.

but — but this is shuji. he’s rough on the exterior, a major tease, a man notorious and famous on the streets; but really? he’s sweet.

he buys you coffee, takes you out shopping, takes you to the salon, pays for your takeout. he always tells you he'll fuck your exes up if they hurt you or make you cry (and they have done so, but you've never allowed him to beat them).

he goes with you to the library, even though he doesn't even care for spending hours on assignments or work. to be fair, he does leave you in there and go out to smoke after only a few minutes, but he always comes back to drop you home.

he's so nice to you, despite himself. and turns out, if you'd just ask, he'd fuck you too.

he’s your best friend. nothing less, nothing more, but you decide it now, trembling from the euphoria he’s giving you. you want more.

it’s possessive and spells desire, how he’d pulled you in here to make up for your ‘stupid shit exes’, telling you he would make you feel good if nobody else has done it before.

it’s all so sudden, but it makes sense. he’s been just your best friend this whole time, but you want more.

“i do love you, shuji.”

hanma lets out a breath, when you repeat it. “really, now?” he mutters. “not just sayin’ that so i’ll give you my cock? dont play with my heart now, doll.” he chuckles, but you can see the sincerity in his eyes.

“i do.” you mumble, shy again under the intensity of his piercing stare. “and i guess ... that’s why it never worked with anyone else. when you were there this whole time.”

“hah,” hanma laughs, steadying his hold on your waist before bringing one hand up to pat your cheek. ”y’ telling me no other asshole could make you cum, ‘cause you were busy wishin’ it was me?”

“no!” you blurt out, but when he grins wider, slides his hand down from your cheek to pinch the soft flesh of your tits, the electric shiver that courses down your spine says otherwise. it would be a lie, to say that you’ve never wanted him. “yeah, m-maybe.”

“fuck,” he hisses at that, eyes going even darker, like the dubious confirmation you’d given him was all he needed, like it was a love shot and a stroke of lust in one — and he yanks the buttons and zipper of his jeans open, tugging the fabric apart and pulling out his straining cock.

it’s big — unsurprising, but still a sight to take in, and you whimper tearfully when he grabs the length in his hand and taps his head to your clit, letting out a breathy chuckle. “biggest cock y’ ever seen, mhm?”

and you’d want to keep from boosting his ego, but the way you stare is answer enough. “n-need you in me, shuji.” you beg, and he just laughs again, rubbing the pearl of precum that swells at his tip across your slit, teasing. “say what i told you to say, then. if y’love me.”

call him daddy? “do i really have to?” you whine, pushing forward and grinding up on his cockhead. it ellicits a rough moan from him, that makes your clit throb when you hear it — but hanma remains adamant.

“you hafta, dollface.” he smiles, showing you teeth. “you’ll do it, if y’ really want me so bad.”

and god, the layers of pleasure he’d drowned you in are too sharp, too overwhelming for you to refuse and stop this right now — you want, need his cock. right now.

fine. “i—i love you, daddy.” you mumble, eyes skirting down because you cant bring yourself to look him in the eyes. “and i-i want only you. only your cock, and only you. i love you.”

and it’s like hanma has been waiting for this moment his whole life.

“shit, baby,” he huffs, pulling your tits flush against his body as he grabs you by the waist and by the back of your neck, dragging you in and meeting your lips with his in a starved kiss — fuck, he hadn’t kissed you until now?

you realize it, with both a pang and a fluttering in your heart, but the thought is soon knocked out of your head, as he kisses you again, tasting the lingering essence of yourself on his tongue, tasting him, catching the scent of cigarettes and men’s cologne on his mouth and neck as you lean into him, letting him savour you whole.

“god, i love you.” he groans, as he lines his cock up at your entrance, sliding sin and punishment over to your ass again and sheathing you down on him. “loved you f’so long now, baby. d’you know how i’ve felt? ‘n now y’re fuckin’ telling me all those assholes you dated never made you cum. fuck.”

“mm, sh-shuji!” you cry, and he moans in your ear in reply. “s-slower! please, please—”

“‘m too big for you?” he rasps, voice hoarse with pleasure. god, he’s wanted this forever. your tight, velvet walls clenching around him, wet and hot and your body on him, so pretty and all his.

“cant slow down, sweetheart.” he hisses. “consider this your punishment. for playin’ with my heart like that, for so long.” you’ve got your arms wrapped around hanma’s neck, trying to control the pace at which you sink down on his cock, but he rolls his hips up and pushes all the way into you anyway.

“a—haah! shuji!” your moan is saccharine in his ear, and he swallows back a curse, knowing that it’s not going to be long before he’s cumming, filling you all up.

“say sorry, baby.” he growls, pulling out before shoving back in you again, putting stars into your eyes with the sharp slap of skin against skin, the harsh kiss of his tip against your cervix. “really didn’t think i loved you, even when i was fuckin’ knuckle deep in you? callin’ you my dollface and telling you y’re pretty ‘n driving you around, and sucking on that sweet lil clit?”

you cry out, when he bites at the side of your neck, feeling even more embarrassed, feeling stupid — because god, you were stupid to miss the signs. to think he was just like that. when he only ever was that way with you. “‘m sorry, sorry. please, i’m sorry.”

“hmm,” he lulls, kissing the marks of his teeth that he’d left on you. “cant be mean with you, can i? too fuckin’ sweet for your own good.”

your mouth is on his cheek, lips sliding down his jaw in desperate kisses, needing him more even when he’s right here, when your body’s pressed to his and his lips are on you and his cock is all the way in your cunt. “mmngh,” you try, too dizzy to answer properly.

“now let’s teach ya how it feels to cum on a big, fat cock, yeah, dollface?” he says, starting up a hasty rhythm with his cock, up and down into you as you struggle to stay sitting up on his lap. “poor lil’ doll’s never even done this before?”

“never.” you keen, lost in the way his cock is so long, so thick, reaching all the sweet spots deep in your cunt in one fucking go. “n-never came on a cock before.”

“yeah, i know.” he says, all sympathetic again, and it sends heat rushing to both your face and your core. “g’na beg daddy to let you cum all over his cock?”

“mhm,” you moan, and he smiles, brings you in for another kiss as he speeds up. “then say it, baby. say what y’need to say to have your way.”

“mm, daddy, daddy—” you sob, trying to kiss him back as he hums into your mouth, forgetting your embarrassment at having to call him that, because fuck, it was starting to feel fitting. “please let me cum on your cock, please, please—”

“only if you’ll let me fill this pretty pussy all up.” he stutters, voice turning all raspy as he goes even faster, bouncing you up and down so hard as he nears his high.

he loves the way you beg. loves the way you call him by that name. so cute, and almost pathetic, for him. it’s a fresh change. one he wants to hold on to. “yeah? you’ll let me do that, baby? let daddy fill your cunt up with his cum?”

“yes,” you gasp, vision going cloudy with both tears and pleasure as you feel the coil in your stomach getting tighter and tighter all over again. “fuck, anything! anything, daddy, just please.”

“please what?” his laugh is now hoarse, as he looks at your blissed out face from under his lashes, eyes lidded and heavy with lust and pleasure.

the bedsheets under you are soaked, but neither of you can care — you moan again, sucking in a breath and falling into hanma’s chest, tired but so, so desperate to cum again. “please, shuji. please. need to cum on your cock. need you to cum in me.”

and he does.

hanma watches, vision hazy as his cock slides out of your cunt milky and drooling, and pushes back in — pushes in so deep he hits your cervix again and he cums, leaking hot, white ropes of seed into your tight, wet cunt — and it makes you cum, too.

“fuck, tryna milk me all up, huh?” he heaves as he maintains his pace, gritting his teeth and grabbing your hips when you try to meet the rhythm, pussy fluttering and sucking him in like you’ve needed him as much as he’s needed you. “pretty, pretty lil’ pussy — all mine, yeah?”

“all yours, shuji.” you sob, and he stares as your head tilts up, eyes rolling back in your head as they fall shut, drowning in the pure heaven of cumming while stuffed full of his big, big cock. “a-hnngh, all yours.”

“yeah, that’s right.” he growls, wrapping punishment around your throat, hauling you back in to kiss you, sloppy and open mouthed, as sin slips down between your bodies — pressing into your pulsing clit with his thumb as he continues fucking up into you, pace relaxing slowly. “that’s right. y’re all mine now. forever.”

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shaisuki · 10 months

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bullies whose so smug in making you cry. a insult there and a shove there. mocking you for existing in their lives. who always scowls when they see you. the looks of displeasure when you hang out with others. living your life by acting dumb and innocent at them when they truly know what you are, they think but it contradicts on how you react with everybody. you're so kind and sweet but oblivious at things sometimes that's why he got you pinned under him.

"you like whoring yourself to anyone who gives you attention, huh?"

a pathetic no coming from your lips and they only scoff at you. not believing in what you have to say for yourself. they can see the tears gathering in the corner of your eyes while they squish your cheeks so hard. they're just angry at you for giving your attention to others and not them but don't worry they know how to get all your attention and only them. they'll just scare away who gets too close to you and spread some dumb rumor about you and it's fine. you'll always have them.

"is my poor baby sad? that's fine you have me. after all, no one cares about you."

they always make sure you're stuffed full of their thick, huge cock in your juicy cunt. sometimes their thick fingers and tongue when they're feeling generous, cause a whiny bitch like you is always hungry for some attention.

"you going to cum? work for it."

they always love that when you get whiny and needy for them but they're the one most affected by it. only gets them riled up to always fill you up with their load. watches as your stomach jiggles from how hard they're pounding your fat pussy. plush thighs trembling from the pleasure they're giving to you. holding your wide hips so tight they almost bruised from it. they like putting their hands around your neck too, watch the tears roll into your round cheeks and it makes them cum in the spot. kiss your lips until they're swollen.

can you blame them? they are just bullies who calls you pathetic but can't get enough of you. their poor, dumb baby.

𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐀, 𝐨𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐰𝐚, 𝐌𝐈𝐘𝐀 𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐒, 𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈, 𝐠𝐨𝐣𝐨, 𝐦𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐦𝐢, 𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀, 𝐧𝐚𝐨𝐲𝐚, 𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢, 𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐍, 𝐨𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐢, 𝐤𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐫, 𝐞𝐠𝐨, 𝐑𝐈𝐍, 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢, 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐃𝐎𝐔, 𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫, 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐚,𝐁𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐆𝐎, 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐮, 𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐉𝐔, 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐦𝐚, 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐙𝐔, 𝐁𝐀𝐉𝐈

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s4no · 8 months

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TOKREV: STONER HCS

+ feat: ken ryuuguji, keisuke baji, mitsuya takashi, hanma shuji, seishu inui, sanzu haruchiyo, wakasa imaushi & shinichiro sano

+ cw: fem!reader, drugs (weed + cigarettes), nsfw themes (ptv, cockwarming)

+ summary: ever wonder what they're like when they get high?

+ a/n: i am smoking a blunt while writing this so ignore the typos

ಇ 𝗞𝗘𝗡 𝗥𝗬𝗨𝗨𝗚𝗨𝗝𝗜. after a long day of grueling work, draken likes to relax by smoking a blunt. he'll roll it after he's locked up his shop and walk into your apartment with it behind his ear, his forehead and fingers smudged with motor oil. it's become part of your routine to walk up to him as he places it between his lips and light it for him, watching him take a hit and blow the smoke out to the side. you two pass it back and forth while he cleans up in the bathroom, and then relocate to the living room once he's done, lounging on the couch while discussing your day. the more he smokes, the closer he gets, subconsciously closing the distance and gravitating toward you. he gets touchy when he's high, and you hum as calloused hands absentmindedly wander over the curves and valleys of your body, tracing abstract shapes into your skin. and when you run out of things to talk about, you sit two there in a comfortable silence, merely enjoying each other's presence.

ಇ 𝗞𝗘𝗜𝗦𝗨𝗞𝗘 𝗕𝗔𝗝𝗜. the first thing baji likes to do when he wakes up is smoke, especially if it's the weekend. you'll wake up to him packing the bong, bathed in golden light pouring in through the window. "mornin', kitten." he grins down at you, sharp canines poking past his bottom lip, "wake and bake?" the rips he takes from the bong are impressive, and when you try to copy him, you inevitably end up coughing and sputtering. he always snickers and takes the bong from of your hands, rubbing his palm over the center of your chest. "breathe, baby, breathe." by the time you manage to catch your breath, he's finished packing another bowl— one that he single-handedly smokes before finally getting out of bed. without fail, his stomach rumbles and he shoots you a sheepish look, "you want breakfast? i'll make pancakes." throwing the covers off you, you run after him to the kitchen, knowing he'll most likely start a fire if you aren't there to help.

ಇ 𝗧𝗔𝗞��𝗦𝗛𝗜 𝗠𝗜𝗧𝗦𝗨𝗬𝗔. mitsuya mainly smokes in social settings. whenever someone offers him a joint at a party, he always accepts it with a gracious smile. surprisingly, a little weed makes him even more charismatic than usual, and he's able to entertain the whole room without even trying. but he walks a fine line because once he's true and properly stoned, he becomes more introverted and ends up clinging to you like a lost puppy. you'll be dancing in the middle of the floor and he'll walk up to you and just throw his arms around you. "you high, babe?" you giggle, leading him toward the couch. "mhm, feel really good." he hums, and the next thing you know, he's pulled you down onto the sofa and buried his head in your chest. "so comfy.." it doesn't matter that his antics attract the stares of other partygoers, he will cuddle you in front of everybody and he'll do it without a hint of shame.

ಇ 𝗦𝗛𝗨𝗝𝗜 𝗛𝗔𝗡𝗠𝗔. hanma will swear up and down that nothing's better than a cigarette after sex. but sometimes, he takes it step beyond that— rolling a fat blunt and lighting it up while you two lay naked in bed. he's never embodied his tattoo more than he does when he blows the smoke out from his nose; he's the personification of sin and temptation with the blunt perched between his fingers. he offers it to you but when you go to take it from him, he lifts it up out of your reach. "you want a hit, doll?" there's a smirk on his face as he blows the smoke directly into your face, and it only grows when you start to pout. "open." you follow the simple command without hesitation and you're rewarded for it when he brings the blunt to your parted lips, holding it for you while you inhale. he doesn't miss the way your eyes turn glassy from the high. in fact, it makes him hard all over again and by the time he's putting out the roach on the ashtray, he's ready for round two.

ಇ 𝗦𝗘𝗜𝗦𝗛𝗨 𝗜𝗡𝗨𝗜. inui has a couple of guilty pleasures and one of them is smoking right before bed. he'll pick out an indica that's sure to help him sleep and pack his bowl full of it. you can visibly see the tension leech out of his body, his shoulders sagging lower with every hit he takes. most nights, he'll doze off after finishing it, but if he manages to stay awake long enough for you to join him in bed, he'll pull you close and wrap his arms around you. soft lips pepper kisses against the crook of your neck, and when you laugh and tell him it tickles, he tightens his hold on you and starts sucking a bruise into your skin. "this tickle too?" he murmurs, knowing damn well what he's doing. his hands slip beneath your shirt, squeezing your tits and playing with your nipples until they're poking through the fabric. then, he sheathes himself inside of you, making you warm his cock while he drifts off to sleep.

ಇ 𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗨𝗖𝗛𝗜𝗬𝗢 𝗦𝗔𝗡𝗭𝗨. sanzu is all about optimizing his pleasure and one way he does this is by smoking while he fucks you. you'll be on your hands and knees, back bent into a pretty arch as he thrusts against your backside. his pace is steady but brutal, one hand gripping your hip while the other lifts the joint to his lips. "mm, fuck.." he groans, voice raspy (from the smoke or how tightly you're squeezing him, you're not sure). "that's it— haah, yeah, that's it, angel. take this fuckin' cock." if he's feeling generous, he'll lean over you and extend the joint out for you to take a hit, but oftentimes, you're being fucked too hard to even think about accepting the offer. if, on the off chance, you are able to take a hit or two, you severely start to struggle holding yourself up. but he takes it in stride, pushing you down so your stomach is flat against the bed, cheek pressed against the sheets. "there you go, just lay down and take it."

ಇ 𝗪𝗔𝗞𝗔𝗦𝗔 𝗜𝗠𝗔𝗨𝗦𝗛𝗜. not only is wakasa a stoner, but he's also a plug. he stays stocked up with flower, wax, and cartridges; and he has a revolving door of customers at his disposal with tokyo university located half an hour away. he smokes several times a day every day, and he's built up an insane tolerance as a result. when you come over to hang out, he'll easily face a blunt while giving you your own to hit as you please. "you tryna keep up with me, princess? don't overdo it." but really, he wouldn't mind if you did. you're so cute when you're high out of your mind, so pliant in his hands. his teasingly lips brush over yours, so lightly it can hardly be considered a kiss, before he shotguns the smoke into your awaiting mouth. though, if you truly do start to get too faded, he'll pluck the blunt right out of your hands and put it out. "aht," he chides, "that's enough. can't have you greenin' out on me, can i?"

ಇ 𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗜𝗖𝗛𝗜𝗥𝗢 𝗦𝗔𝗡𝗢. shinichiro is a lightweight compared to his best friend, not because he doesn't have access to weed, but because he really only smokes it on special occasions. for his last birthday, wakasa brought over some wax and shinichiro could only blink when his friend pulled a blow torch out from his bag. after some convincing, he took several hits, but he nearly coughed up a lung in the process. that was the highest you've ever seen your boyfriend— too stoned to even keep his head from falling over against his shoulders. "you good, shin?" he nods slowly in response, eyelids drooping as if they're being weighed down by something heavy. he stayed on the couch for the rest of the day, asking you to make him something to eat every couple of hours. "shit.." he mutters to himself, "food really does taste better when you're high." you and wakasa got quite the kick out of his blissed out state.

#♡⃕ tokyo revengers #tw weed #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #draken x reader #draken x you #baji x reader #baji x you #mitsuya x reader #mitsuya x you #hanma x reader #hanma x you #inui x reader #sanzu x reader #sanzu x you #wakasa x reader #wakasa x you #shinichiro x reader #shinichiro x y/n

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the-witch-of-one-piece · 8 months

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Morning Sex 18+ Ft: Draken, Hakkai, Shuji, Taiju, and Ran Resident of @enchantedforest-network TW: Morning sex, suggestive theme, suggestive language, penetration, fingering, masturbating, making out, mutual masturbation

Taiju

Your dreams began sweet but ended a bit more sinfully when opening your eyes you could see your husband still sleeping. Seeing his chest rise up and down, he looked like a masterpiece. Biting your lower lip your hands began to rub his hard chiseled abs they began to travel lower and lower going underneath the band of his briefs finding his cock. You slowly began to stroke his cock. With just a few strokes you heard a low throat groan coming from him. His eyes half opened, his eyes fixated on you. “What do you think you're doing?” “Playing with what's mine.” you playfully spoke to him. Your lashes batting at him then back at the covers moving as you were stroking his cock. He looked at the time and Sunday services started in an hour and a half. “Waking up with such sinner thoughts like the little slut you are.” letting out a lower growl.

Pushing off the covers and removing the briefs from his lower extremities. “You love fucking this little slut. Doesn't that make you a sinner as well?” you cooed as you rub the tip of his cock that had pre-cum.

“I guess we are lucky we have a little bit of time before the services. But it doesn’t give me enough time to fuck the sins out of you my way.” Taiju looked down at your hand reaching the back of your head gripping a fist full of your hair. “I wanna see how much of a little slut you can be before we have to get ready.”

Hanma

“Ba-be I- I mmmm ngh shit~~~ i need to get ready.” you couldn't even get the words out of your lips. Your hands were pressed on your beds as you were bent over. “You think I could resist you walking all nice clean for me.” He trusted hard a few times making you gasp for air. “They wouldn’t mind you being an hour late or two.”

Hanma was getting a good view of his cock sliding inside of you. He saw the ring of cum at the base of his cock. You were simply enjoying every ounce of his cock being rammed inside of you. This wouldn’t be the first time you were late because of him. It definitely wouldn’t be the last time either. He leaned over his tongue sliding up your back till he reached your shoulder placing a sweet kiss. The soft panting coming from him, his hands grasped onto your breast. His body was already glistening with sweat as his body pressed against your back. “Fuck it this your third time being late? You don’t need that job now, let daddy take care of you.” he purred in your living you could hear the menacing chuckle coming from him. “Your only job right now is to take all of my cock inside of you.” Draken

He is the first one to walk up but he is too comfortable to get out of bed. His head is buried into the back of your head. He got a whiff of your shampooed hair “Babe get up.” he grumbled with his eyes closed. “No” you mumbled in a groggy tone. “It's too early….” “It's 7, come one get up.” he slightly opened his eyes to see the time on the alarm. “You get up then I will get up.” you weren’t gonna get up not until he did. It was a bit hard at first because his arms were wrapped around you.

You felt his hand sliding up your stomach passing your breast where his hand applied slight pressure to your neck. That woke you up instantly then heard his voice in a low husk tone “You can be such a brat sometimes” his hand traveling to your lips. His index finger parting your lips. You began sucking on his index finger. You shifted your body, turning your head around the lazy expression on his face. His hands rested on your hip before his hands began to travel to your lower extremities. He began to the fabric where your cunt was. “I’m up.” you softly moaned. “Oh you are now?” a cocky smirk on his lips as he continues to rub your covered cunt. The more he had friction he noticed you becoming damper.

“I need my dose of vitamin D kenny.” you cooed as his hand went into your bottoms and he began to rub your swollen lips.

Ran

The king of sleeping was in dreamland before he felt some slight friction against his groin. You did tend to move a lot in your sleep you were not consciously knowing what you were doing. His cock started to become harder. He let a low groan out. “Shiiittt.” He wanted you to wake up. “Honey.”

“Hmmm?” you heard his voice close to your ear. “Ran what happened?” you yawned not fully being awake.

“You have woken my friend with all your movements in your sleep..” his cock pressed against your ass. “Don’t you think it’s fair to take care of the problem you created unconsciously or not?” his lazy voice echoed in your ear. “Your right Ran.” you turned around your hand reaching for his cock and began to stroke him. You felt his cock pulsating in your hand as you continued to stroke his girthy cock. Hearing the soft moaning coming from him as his hand caressed your cheek his press latched onto yours. His hands sliding into your panties, he did waste time as his two fingers began to fuck your cunt. You began to pump faster the more he began to finger fuck you.

Hakkai

Hakkai’s throbbing member slid deeper inside of you, your walls squeezing around his cock. On your side, you were gripping the sheets. One leg was lifted slightly supported by Hakkai’s hands as the other hand was around you, his fingers messing with your sensitive clit. Everything you were feeling was just intensified. “Kai~~~.” Moaning his name out loud you could hear his panting in your ear. As he slowed down his thrusting, he let out a low groan. He barely arrived early in the morning after being overseas the last few weeks. Not even an hour of being him your both ended up in the bed you both shared.

“I missed you so much .” Raspy tone feeling warm breath hits the shell of your ear.

“I -I missed you too Hakkai~~.” You said between each moan. “D-don’t stop just like that~~” whimpering as the tall slender man's cock still slid in and out of you.

“Fuck.”..letting a long groan out loud as his thrusting was becoming a bit sloppier. In your tone and the way your pussy was tightening around his cock you were close to coming. Turning your head towards him you could see him flexing his jaw and just for him to see the lewd expression on your face the sound of his cock thrusting hard into you... The warm cum filled your pussy up once again as you both locked eyes with one another.

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zumistew · 2 months

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holding their hand

Tokyo revengers boys holding your hand for the first time Pt.2

Includes: Kakucho, Hanma, Ran, Rindou

tags: fluff, flirting, confession, protectiveness??

A/N: I didn’t expect my first story to get many likes so thank you for everyone who interacted ♡♡♡

Kakucho

Kakucho is always kind to you constantly providing you with nice gestures, so when he invited you to get some coffee you didn’t think anything of it.

Since it was nearing Valentine’s Day, the coffee shop had a discount for couples. Kakucho asked if you wanted to put on an act for some discounted food, and of course you agreed because who doesn’t like free food.

The waiter came to the table complementing you with a smile “your girlfriend is extremely beautiful.” “I know she is” he says with a sweet yet cocky smile on his face. You decide to ignore it telling the waiter thankyou and flashing Kakucho a smile because maybe it was just to keep the act up.

After paying the check Kakucho gets up from his side of the booth walking over to your side holding his hand out, you take his hand as he helps you out the booth. “Wow your really putting your all into this act” You say as yall walk out of the shop hand in hand. “It’s not an act stupid” he responds with a slight smile as he opens the shop door for you to exit. “What” you respond as you exit the shop. “I said it’s not an act Y/N” he says before he grabs you by the waist to move you to the side of the sidewalk opposite from the cars.

Hanma

Hanma was a wild card and everyone knew it. He was constantly taunting you and mocking you any chance he got. It was so much to the point that you couldn’t tell when he was being serious or joking.

Although he was crazy you could see he had a heart making himself vulnerable sometimes, you don’t even think he was aware when he was even exposing his true self sometimes.

As you two were walking you end up tripping over your shoes causing you to stumble. “Next time I’ll push you down myself” he say’s chuckling as he looks down at you. “If you push me you’ll regret it…trust me” you say jokingly knowing in the event that he actually pushed you that you would be defenseless.

He shoves you jokingly “now do something” he says smiling.

As you go to shove him back he grabs your wrist while smiling down at you. “Your weak” he says laughing as you give him a slight pout. “You’re not as funny as you think you are” you say with furrowed brows. “You know you enjoy my antics” he says moving his grip down from your wrist to your hand relaxing it in the middle of the two of y’all. “I don’t” you reply monotone but it was obvious you weren’t mad.

Ran

Ran was a lady’s man nobody could deny that. So you never took it seriously whenever he tried to flirt or compliment you.

But this time you were a little unsure. Here he was giving you a bag with a gift. “Open it” he says nonchalantly holding it out for you to grab. “Huh, what’s this?” you ask grabbing it from him taking out the crinkle paper inside. “Thought of you when I saw it” he says with a small smile as his low eyes look down at you with anticipation for your reaction.

You pull out a pearl necklace and a bracelet with the initial “R” dangling from it. “It’s very pretty” you say staring at it with admiration “but I think you left a bracelet for someone else in here stupid” you say thinking he was trying to buy gifts for multiple girls at once. “No I didn’t, it’s yours stupid* he says monotone looking at you with slight amusement. “I’m not stupid, my name doesn’t start with R, you messed up” you say smirking thinking you caught him holding the jewelry out for him to grab. “I know your name doesn’t start with R it’s because mine does” he says taking the jewelry, grabbing your wrist clipping the piece of delicate jewelry onto your wrist.

“Why did you get me this…don’t get me wrong I’m appreciative but why” you say looking up at him as he focuses on the jewelry he’s putting on your wrist. “Because you’re mine Y/N and I want everyone to know it” He smiles at you cockily after he finishes putting the jewelry on your wrist. You look at him a little surprised and suspicious. “Do you have an issue with that” he ask smirking down at you. “No…thanks for the jewelry it’s pretty, I like it” you say with a shy smile. “I know…pretty just like you” he says grabbing your hand.

Rindou

Rindou was your boy best friend. You two had the same humor and often laughed a lot with each other. And you two were now walking home from school together.

As you were walking home from school you looked down at your shoes to notice there untied. “Ugh my shoes keep coming untied” you groan starting to bend down. “Stop” he says lightly grabbing your arm lightly pulling you up. “Let me do it” he says smiling at you as he gets down on one knee. “Put your foot up Y/N” he says patting his thigh. “Oh ok” you say putting your foot on his thigh.

He starts focusing on tying your shoe for you. “You know I could tie it myself” you say looking down at him. “I know but I can’t let you tie your own shoes” he says taking your foot off his thigh as he finishes tying it.

You look at him confused as he stands up. “Why?” You ask him confused. “Because that’s not very gentlemanly” he says smirking at you. “If you say so” you shrug as you continue to walk.

He stops walking and you notice, so you turn around to see why he stopped. “You know Y/N, you’d never have to do anything for yourself if you were with me” he say hands in pockets. “Huh? What are you talking about” you say walking towards him.

“I’m saying that you would never have to lift a finger if you were with me” he says smirking grabbing your hand pulling you closer to him to get his point across. “Are you going to take me up on my offer” he say smirking looking over at you as he continues walking still holding your hand.

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effetsecndaires · 10 months

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— 𝐭𝐨𝐤𝐲𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐮𝐩 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝. (𝟏𝟖+)

INCLUDES | rindou haitani, shuji hanma, takashi mitsuya, hakkai shiba.

CONTENT WARNING | smut, oral sex (fem receiving), hakkai's is sfw

NOTE | another one that nobody asked for! everyone is of age and of course - everything is consensual <3

— RINDOU.

The clock on your bedside table read 10:28am. Neither of you had a care in the world, no work to do and nowhere to be. You were lazily sprawled out on the bed, hands tugging at Rindou's hair as his head moved between your thighs, licking and sucking every last drop of slick you offered up to him.

Your head had lulled to the side on your pillow, your chest rising and falling with heavier breaths as he pushed you further toward a first orgasm, his slow, lazy movements causing soft whimpers and sighs of pleasure to slip from your lips.

He focused his attention on your clit and you flinched, gasping softly as he did something particularly good with his tongue. But you quickly relaxed again as he went back to lapping up and down your folds without quite touching your clit this time, not wanting you to come just yet.

— HANMA.

When you stirred awake from your sleep, your groggy mind made it hard for you to tell if the sensation you were feeling between your legs was a dream or actually happening in real life. But a single half-lidded glance down was enough to answer your question.

You sighed his name as Hanma softly sucked your clit into his mouth, your hands immediately coming down to grip his hair as you bucked your hips forward for more. His arms were wrapped around your thighs, keeping them wide open as he pleasured you, his moans against your clit triggering your own.

It only took a few more seconds for the knot in your stomach to unravel, a lazy, drawn out moan escaping the back of your throat as you came, your hands keeping him close.

— MITSUYA.

You woke up to the feeling of warm kisses on your shoulder and neck, a soft sigh of content leaving your lips as you turned around to face your boyfriend.

"Good morning." he whispered, brushing a strand of hair off your face and pecking the tip of your nose lovingly. You smiled at him and pecked his lips in return, repeating his simple greeting. You let out a little laugh as he went back to kissing down your neck, eventually trailing his affection lower until his mouth was on your nipple. He didn't give you much time to enjoy the feeling though, preferring to use his mouth somewhere else.

Before you knew it he was parting your legs and settling in between them, his palms running up and down the warm skin of your inner thighs, making you whimper in anticipation.

His fingers skimmed across the fabric of your panties before he hooked into them and pulled them to the side, not wasting any time. He leaned down and started with what felt like a chaste kiss to your clit, a small but effective beginning. When your hips chased his mouth for more, he began flicking it gently with the tip of his tongue, first slow and light, then with a little more pressure.

"T-Taka..." You sighed, eyes fluttering close in delight and breathing picking up as you laced your fingers through his hair.

After a few minutes of foreplay you were both ready for more and Mitsuya was aligning himself with your entrance, slowly pushing in. He made love to you, his thrusts slow and lazy, your whimpers and quiet moans encouraging him to keep going.

— HAKKAI.

Hakkai woke up to find you still asleep beside him, your breathing soft and even as you dreamed.

Carefully, he held himself up on his forearm and began pressing soft kisses all over your shoulder and neck, his fingertips tracing lines up and down your arm at the same time. Your eyes eventually fluttered open and you greeted him with a smile as you turned around to face him, the feeling of his lips on your skin having left goosebumps in their wake.

You chuckled as he began pecking your lips and cheeks while mumbling how beautiful you are between each kiss. He eventually moved to hover over you and covered your entire face with kisses until you gently pushed him away from you, out of breath from laughter.

He pecked your lips one more time and you smiled up at him, cupping his cheek with one hand and letting your thumb tenderly brush over his scar.

Then Hakkai leaned down for another kiss, gentler and more passionate this time, only breaking it so he could kiss his way down your body and make himself comfortable between your spread legs.

#x reader #reader insert #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo rev x reader #tokyo rev x you #rindou headcanons #rindou x you #rindou haitani x reader #mitsuya x reader #takashi mitsuya x reader #hakkai x y/n #hakkai x reader #hakkai shiba x reader #hanma shuji x reader #hanma x reader

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animeangel21 · 10 months

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After you give him head or if he stops you while you’re giving him head he’s gonna kiss you. He is going to stick his tongue down your throat, lick the pre cum and drool off your lips and chin.

If he shoots his load in your mouth expect him to have a very sloppy make out session with you after because, he knows he takes care of himself and he wants to make sure it’s just right for ya.

Plus he alwaus says to himself fuck all that masculinity bullshit, he knows he taste good in your mouth

Wakasa,RAN, RINDOU, Hanma, SANZU, Draken, mitsuya, smiley (Nahoya), Mikey, Shinichiro, BAJI, kisaki, matsukawa, iwaizumi, coach ukai

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burntmarshmallowchishiya · 7 months

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Hanma Shuji x Fem Y/N Smut Visuals

First post for Tokyo Revengers. I am so down bad for Hanma specifically Timeskip version.

Contains: daddy k1nk, fingering, butt plug, face slapping, degrading, spanking, teasing, p*ssy spanking and smoking

(you may need to have a twitter acc to watch it)

you are impaling yourself on hanma as he smokes

you two were left in the room after a meeting he decides to tease you

he likes it when you wear jewelry

he will hold you up in his arms so he can go deeper

you've sent him n0des he will give you punishment from his tattooed right hand

you love his daddy kink and degrades you

he just needs you desperately after having to deal with meetings & 'business' deals

he wants you to FaceTime kisaki so that he can show how well he's treating you

Presses you into the mattress so he can thrust at a much better angle

Return to the Masterlist

#hanma shuji #hanma shuji x reader #hanma shuji x y/n #hanma shuji x you #tokyo revengers #tokyo rev x you #tokyo rev smut #tokyo revengers imagines #smut visuals #twt links #twitterlinks #hanma x fem reader #hanma x reader

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luxthestrange · 6 months

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TOKREV Incorrect quotes#22 Kitties

Y/n & Takemichi: You have no idea what We're capable of!!

Hanma: Don't take it personally but I feel like I'm being threatened by two angry kitties...

Hanagaki sibs rizz

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slttygeto · 11 months

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“I PUT VEGETABLE OIL IN MY CAR” — TR MEN.

featuring: hanma shuji, ryuguji ken.

note: i missed making these. COMMISSIONS ARE OPEN.

HANMA —

when he walks into your shared apartment after not seeing you all day, he’s already confused when he sees the bottles of vegetable oil resting on top of the counter.

“what exactly are you trying to fry?” he questions in a playful tone, removing his jacket and shoes before joining you in the kitchen where you were pretending to stare at the bottle too hard.

“I’m just trying to see if I used the right amount for my car.”

pause.

“you what?” you have to bite the inside of your cheeks to stop yourself from laughing. the look of utter shock that paints hanma’s face was priceless but it immediately morphs into a skeptical expression because he knows— he knows you wouldn’t do something like that without asking him or at least telling him you took your car to get the oil changed.

“I changed my car’s oil today.”

“and you used vegetable oil.”

you nod and his face is in his hands for a couple of seconds before he’s pulling them away and staring at you with his intense, golden eyes.

“baby, why didn’t you text me?” he slowly approached you, hands now resting on your shoulders.

“you were busy, so I figured I would take care of it myself.” you beamed up at him and a smile crept up on your face when you took in how he was holding back a grin himself.

“oh doll, you flatter me. always caring about me, huh?”

“always.”

“great, now put that oil back where it was. I know you didn’t change your car’s oil today.” he kisses your lips softly before pulling away and walking to the bathroom.

“but— how did you know!”

“next time try to hide your phone better.” shit, that’s what gave you away.

“so if it wasn’t for my phone, what would you have done?” following him to the bathroom, your eyes took in the many tattoos that adorned the skin of his back as he stripped to get into the shower.

“bought you a new car. are you gonna join me or what?”

how could you say no to that.

DRAKEN —

you didn’t know if this was a good idea. in fact, you didn’t even want to do it. manjiro dared you to prank the man knowing very well he would have a heart attack and your boyfriend’s best friend lived for causing him trouble . even if it meant using you to do it.

“did you hear that? she tried to change her oil today. you should be proud.” mikey mumbled as he sat on a chair near where ken was working and said man immediately raised his head to look at you suspiciously at the mention of you doing anything remotely related to cars and bikes and not coming to him for advice.

“what do you mean?”

“what he means is that I changed my car’s oil. aren’t you proud of me?”

“oh I am, baby. what oil did you use?”

“vegeta-“ before you could even finish your sentence, draken looks up at you with sharp eyes, almost daring you to finish your sentence.

“what?” you feigned confusion and ken almost instantly took notice of the way you sucked in your lips, something you did when you were feeling anxious about something, or perhaps trying to hide something.

“so you put vegetable oil in your car.” draken spoke flatly, unimpressed with your attempt to trick him.

and when you nodded, his bored expression turned into a “you’re really keeping up with your lie?” with one eyebrow raised.

“my baby isn’t stupid,” he said while staring at mikey this time whose face scrunched in fake disgust when he heard his best friend refer to you as “his baby”. meanwhile, you could only try to hide your face to cover your blush and groan a little in frustration.

“you did that on purpose! you knew it would throw us all off!”

“then don’t try to trick me next time.”

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sleepysnk · 1 year

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

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

pairings: hanma shuji x fem!reader

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

thrill ft. hanma shuji

He really hated how fucking oblivious you were.

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

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

Hanma could not stop thinking about it.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ahem.”

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

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

“Sorry, couldn’t help myself ♡.”

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Hey hope you’re eating and drinking enough water. I wanna request a Izana, Kakucho, Hamna, Ran, and Rindou (Tenjiku time) meeting their future kids. Thank you, hope you have a nice week and pass your exams.

ᴍᴇᴇᴛɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ꜰᴜᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴋɪᴅꜱ

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬: 𝐈𝐳𝐚𝐧𝐚, 𝐑𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐮, 𝐑𝐚𝐧, 𝐊𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐨, 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐦𝐚

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐲, 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟? (𝐈 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤?)

𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝: 𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢 𝐢𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐱𝐢𝐬𝐭… 𝐓𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐢𝐤𝐮 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐚 𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞!

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐬! 𝐈 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭, 𝐈 𝐚𝐛𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐈𝐳𝐚𝐧𝐚. 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲!

ʕ•́ᴥ•̀ʔっ 𝐀𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐬, 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐂𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐃-𝟏𝟗.

Part 2

𝐈𝐳𝐚𝐧𝐚

Someone’s watching us.

“Hey.” You glanced up at your preoccupied boyfriend as he stared down the empty hallway of your apartment building. It would be lying to say you hadn't felt someone's gaze on you two all evening, especially when Izana had taken you out to dinner earlier. “Is something wrong?”

Izana shook his head in response, softly caressing your cheek as a tight-lipped smile replaced his concerned expression. He would never voice his restless thoughts in fear of making you worry; it was his duty to keep you safe at all costs. “Nothing at all, sweetheart. It’s late, get some sleep.”

Uneasiness crept up your spine at the way he dodged your question, never dropping the tension lingering in his brow. A crack of thunder could be heard approaching in the distance, signaling the impending storm would be rolling in sometime during the night in which Izana would not be present. “Do you want to stay over? It's going to rain soon.”

“Tomorrow, pretty girl.” Izana replied, placing a chaste peck on your forehead. His heart ached at the sight of your teary eyes, wanting him to change his decision and indulge your needy request. “Cheer up. I have early morning plans with Kakucho, don’t wanna wake you. I promise to spoil you all day tomorrow.”

The unsettling prick of surveillance cuts through the atmosphere once again and this time Izana cannot brush it off. The looming threat needed to be neutralized as soon as possible. He nearly walked off without saying a word until he felt your warm embrace latching onto his turned back, grounding him back to reality.

“I love you, Izana.” You whispered, hugging him one last time before entering your apartment and bidding him goodnight. Those affectionate words always caused his heartbeat to quicken and spasm no matter how many times you’ve exchanged them over the past couple of months.

“I know.”

Icy droplets littered the isolated streets, pounding against the concrete as Izana's footsteps echoed through the alleyway. He had noticed the second set of steps following close behind as soon as he had he left your apartment complex. They matched his pace, direction and rhythm, it was eerie how within the next minute, they went silent.

Serves them right, I really did not want to kill anyone tonight.

Tenjiku's homebase was abandoned for the evening as the meeting to discuss the upcoming battle with Toman would not be until tomorrow morning. Izana relaxed at the feeling of being alone for once, despite how much he had grown to hate loneliness as a child, it brought comfort when he needed it the most. The empire he had strived to build was right before him, subordinates ready to carry out his orders left and right and impenetrable team of ruthless fighters eager to defend the King's will.

Izana's pleasant daydream was cut short with a sharp impact coming in from his side. He managed to block the blow with his forearm, sending a defensive kick towards the attacker who easily dodged the incoming assault.

“You’re a real bastard for leaving Mom all by herself,” The intruder muttered, cradling his aching fist as he backed away from his overpowered victim. The malice in his voice increased as he spoke once again, this time bringing someone else into the conversation. “She hates thunderstorms especially when she’s alone.”

“Huh? What are you talking about?” Izana fired back, walking towards his target. “How the hell did you get here? Answer me before I beat the shit out of you.”

A carbon copy of Izana, practically identical with a few distinct features, the familiarity bothered him, it was as if he had recognized the boy’s face from long ago. “I’m your son, dumbass.”

Izana scoffed, pushing him against the wall as he wrapped a deadly hand around the boy's throat, squeezing down on his windpipe as a sadistic grin ran across his features. “That’s impossible, I don’t have any kids. Not any to be as old as you are.”

“S-She named me after you," The mysterious boy choked out, gripping at Izana's arm, too weak to fight back and free himself. “My name... is Ren Kurokawa!” He continued, narrowing his pale violet irises at Izana. They're devoid of life, instead a cloud of poison reflects from those beautiful irises, shaking Izana to his core. Such a hateful expression should never be seen in a child’s eyes. “I’m 15, born in the year 2XXX. Y/N L/N is my mother. You, Izana Kurokawa, are my father.”

“That’s my earring, where did you get it?” Izana questioned, freeing Ren and reaching out to examine the cherished accessory before his hand was violently slapped away.

“M-Mom gave me this earring,” Ren coughed, struggling to regulate his breathing after nearly suffocating at his father's murderous hands. “It’s important to her. She made me promise to keep it safe.”

Izana finds himself falling in love with you even more, infatuated with the fact you will both eventually share a child together. He's done it. He's found his family. He has created his perfect future.

“I want to show you something, come with me.” Izana ordered, dragging Ren along the endless space of his kingdom. It was comforting to know he could have someone follow in his footsteps, carry on his legacy, to continue his life’a mission if he were ever

“What is this place?”

Izana's eyes shined with pride, arms extending high and wide to present the fruits of his hard work. “One of Tenjiku’s hideouts. Our main base of operations, if you will."

"This is where the Tokyo Manji Gang will face Tenjiku..." Ren concluded, stumbling upon the realization of what past timeline he stumbled into.

“A war is going to break out soon, Ren. It’s a predetermined victory. This battle’s victory belongs to Tenjiku. Toman will be crushed, and Mikey will fall. I will end everything here. Unlike the people in my life, I promised Y/N I would come back to her after this, we're going to build a golden future together."

"Will you though?" Ren sighed at the determination present on his father's face, knowing there was nothing in the world he could say to stop his plans. The future is predetermined, trying to fix it would risk changing the timeline he originated from. "You should call off the fight... people are going to die. Are you okay with that?"

Izana turned to face Ren, a bittersweet grin illuminating his manic eyes as he patted the boy on the head. A sickening chill ran up Ren’s spine at the way Izana presented himself with such unwavering pride and strength. "I will trample over anyone threatens to ruin my success. One day, this will be yours, Ren."

The scattered pieces finally come together, the reason why Izana is not present in any of your future pictures dated after this specific conflict. He was a destined casualty, fated to be killed by one of his own comrades. Izana was unknowingly walking into his own deathtrap. The endless lectures he received from you suddenly made sense, discouraging him from engaging in gang related activity or delinquent behavior.

"Ren, please stop looking for trouble. As your mother, I hate cleaning up your wounds when you come home. You act just like your father when he was your age."

“Don't compare me to that bastard. How can you still love the man that left you all alone, Mom? I would never forgive him.”

“One day you’ll understand, Ren.” You sigh, wiping away the dirt and dried blood from your son's bruised cheek as he awaits your harsh scolding. Instead, he comes face to face with a longing smile on your visage, a line of tears skimming along your lash line. “Izana's love is always around me; I can feel it every time I wake up and every time I go to sleep. Your father left a part of himself behind, something for me to nurture and grow with.”

“How so?” Ren scoffs, wincing as you patch up up his torn up knuckles.

A cloud of gloominess occupies the space in your glimmering irises, the curve of your smile falters as you reaffirm your own thoughts. “I have you! My precious baby boy, I promise your Dad loves you. He would’ve done anything to be here with us… he wanted to be with us.”

Kakucho enters the living room, noting the tension between mother and son and the wavering tone in your voice. “W-Would you mind finishing up for me? I need to get started on dinner.”

Ren knows he’s hurt your feelings, it was apparent with the way you avoided his piercing gaze, for if you stared into them too long, Izana’s face would manifest right before you. The tears would begin to flow once again and he would be faced with having to help his mother cope with her grief again.

The pair sits in silence, not a single word being exchanged until the older man speaks up. "People followed Izana because they respected him not because they feared him.”

Ren let out a dry laugh, disregarding the curious glance his uncle spares him. “Respect, my ass. He was a selfish bastard who never made it home to his so called ‘love-of-his-life’, leaving her to mourn his death in solitude.”

“Your father made me promise to watch over your mother, Ren.” Kakucho replies, continuing the cleanup as the child passively listened to his voice. “When I found out Y/N was expecting you, my priority became raising you to be the man Izana would have wanted you to be.”

Ren shakes his head in disbelief, unable to believe his father could have made such a selfless decision considering how manic he was. “You always defend him, Uncle Kaku. I have a right to be upset, you know! He made Mom carry a crippling burden all on her own. I hate that man, if I were to ever meet him… I’d punch him straight in the face.”

“Be careful what you wish for, Ren.” Kakucho warns, tightening the bandage on the adolescent’s hand. A sympathetic expression washes over his face as he heads towards the kitchen, signaling Ren to follow. “You never know if it’ll come true.”

Ren turned his attention back to the conversation, coming to terms with the fact this would soon become a distant memory. A form of necessary closure, an opportunity to speak with the man he once presumed to hate and now came to admire, just a bit. “My time is up, Izana."

"Y/N and I..." Izana whispered, a tinge of anxiety lacing his words as he presented his question. "Are we still in love in the future? Am I making her happy?"

Ren nodded, his voice softening as he “You’re gonna love each other until the day you die.”

"Right..." Izana paused, a soft smile dances on the curve of his lips. Somehow the answer is reassuring yet comes as a subtle warning of sorts. His heart weighs heavy in his chest as if to advise that no more information should be discovered. “Maybe I don’t need to know any more than that.”

“I wish I could say the same, Dad.” Your son returned the gesture, biting back the tears forming in his orchid eyes as he waved goodbye to the man he would never reunite with. The man who was responsible for his existence, the man who laid down his life to keep his beloved

"One more thing!" Ren shouted as he began to disappear, running towards Izana's outstretched hand. Their hands meet for a moment before brushing through the air like strands of wind being carried along in the breeze.

"Don't trust Kisaki and Hanma... please."

𝐑𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐮

“Daddy’s here!”

Two minutes ago, Rindou Haitani was sure as hell he had no children of his own. Right now, he’s questioning his entire existence and decisions made up until this point in time. Especially when there’s a tiny preschooler latching onto him in hysterics and claiming him as his father.

“Hey, who let this little brat in here!?” Rindou screeched as he motioned to the child clinging to his boot, shaking him back and forth in an effort to get rid of him. Another Tenjiku subordinate attempted to remove the boy from Rindou’s leg but was met with a fierce bite on the hand.

Children are terrifying.

The child pawed at his uniform, making little grabby hands towards Rindou in an attempt to climb up his leg. "Daddy, play with Hikaru. "

Rindou was confused, terrified and downright nauseous at the way the child clung to him. He’s not fond of kids, he's not the fatherly type, he's not even in a relationship. "Do I look like your Daddy, you brat!?"

"You are my Daddy." Hikaru answered brightly, pointing to his hair and his uniform. He stared up at the younger Haitani as if he were in the presence of a celebrity, giggling and squealing as he elaborated on the statement. “Mama said Daddy used to have cotton candy hair and that he was in a super scary gang!"

Unfortunately, the boy was right about both of those things. Except who the fuck knows so much about his personal life?

Rindou pushed the child away, backing up to create distance between the two of them. He shuddered at the idea of having a child, especially now considering how needy and grubby they are. The more he observed the little monster, the more he realized there was a close resemblance. “I ain’t your dad, kid. Shoo, shoo!”

Hikaru fell onto his back, pouting at Rindou's harsh words as incoming tears welled up in his violet hues before bursting into loud sobs. He curled himself up into a tiny ball, glancing in between the crowd for some comfort as his cries intensified. "Mama! I want my Mama!"

"No, no, no. Don't cry!" Rindou huffed, caving in and picking up the bratty child, lightly patting his back in order to soothe his temper tantrum. If this is what parenting is like, Rindou is holding off from having his kids anytime soon. “Ugh, fuck... Who’s your mom, kid?”

“Mama’s name is Y/N...” Hikaru sniffled, a light trail of snot now coating Rindou's uniform, much to his growing disgust. A fiery arrow of shock pierced Rindou's mind, his thoughts were scattered, palms sweaty as he struggled to form words. The pounding his chest was beginning to become overwhelming as he processed the weight behind the child's words. "I want Mama. Where's Mama?"

This is Y/N's brat. This is my brat. This is our brat? Holy fuck, we have a brat. This is a joke; this has to be some sick ass joke Ran must have planned.

“Rindou!" Ran shouted in the background, approaching the chaotic scene unfolding before him as he glanced between Hikaru and his presumed father. “I have a nephew and you never told me? I’m so hurt.”

The younger Haitani scoffed at his brother’s words ignoring the fake tears littering Ran’s cheeks as he started playing with the boy. “I do not have a kid, Ran!”

Ran pointed at Hikaru in disbelief before covering the little one’s ears and raising his voice once again. “Rindou, he’s literally the spitting image of you as a kid. I see some of Y/N’s features in there too. You two make adorable children.”

Rindou sighed, the rosy tint on his face burning brighter than the sun. The farthest boundary Rindou has crossed was holding your hand, as friends. He still struggled with finding a perfect opportunity to properly ask you out. "Y/N and I are not together. I haven’t even touched her like that. She’s my best friend.”

Ran smirked, a teasing glint illuminating his devious expression. “Still haven’t made a move, Rindou? Better hurry before I drop by and whisk her away.”

Hikaru now tugged on Ran’s jacket, turning his attention to the older Haitani as he reached out for him. His cute lavender irises matched the pouty expression on his sweet little face. “Uncle Ran, carry Hikaru! Carry Hikaru, please!”

Rindou’s heart churned in delight at how easily Ran accepted the child’s demands. He was always the best older brother when they were growing up, patient, strong, and gentle.

Most of the time…

Ran gushed as the child played with his braids, wincing as soon as he tugged on them with a brutal force. “Aw... He’s just like you, Rindou. You always wanted to be carried as a kid. How old are you, little guy?"

His nephew held up his hand, signaling the age he "Hikaru is five, gonna be six soon!"

The lingering Tenjiku members fought back snickers at the soft aura radiating from the Haitani brothers. The duo who was supposed to be known for ruining lives and murdering a notorious gang leader in their youth was playing house with a random little boy.

Rindou narrowed his eyes at the group, pointing Ran's baton at them as he threatened them with an incoming punishment. “Next person who laughs is getting their joints realigned, motherfuckers!"

The watch on Hikaru's tiny wrist beeped as if to warn the child that his time was up. "Hikaru has to go... Bye-bye Daddy! Bye-Bye Uncle Ran!"

Just like that, Hikaru was gone. Back to his own timeline.

"What the actual fuck just happened?"

Ran chuckled, elbowing his younger brother and handing him his cellphone, conveniently opened on your contact profile. "I think we just met your future son. I'd say this is perfect time to confess, hm?"

Rindou’s romantic feelings towards you are a well-kept secret, mostly well-kept considering Ran is the only person aware of the situation. His shaky breaths echoed over the phone as he waited for you to answer on the other end of the line, relaxing once he heard your sleepy voice ask if he was okay. “Y/N, it’s Rindou. I know it’s late, sorry. Can I come over? I need to tell you something… it’s important.”

𝐑𝐚𝐧

“Papa! Oh my god, I found you."

Ran Haitani is not an oblivious fool, he was aware he was being followed all throughout the day, by a young girl, nonetheless. What reasoning was is unknown, what her idenity a

"You're not very smart." Ran toyed with his braids, an amused chuckle escaping his chest as he watched the madness unfold. “You can’t just waltz in here without expecting a fight, little lady.”

The teenage girl scoffed, stepping forward a few feet as she argued in her defense. Her face flared up with a scarlet hue, a mix of fury and humilation lacing her voice as she spoke. “It’s Momo! Your daughter, the light of your life, your little girl?”

Rindou chuckled, whistling over his Tenjiku subordinates and pointing in the direction of the intruder. The men obediently followed their superior's orders, stalking towards the source of their troubles. “She’s fuckin’ insane, bro. Get her, boys."

“I’m not crazy, let go of me!”

Ran hummed, amused with what he was hearing and deciding to indulge her claims. “Prove it, sweetheart. Any potential daughter of mine should know how to fight, yeah?”

“Mom was right about you two being complete idiots!” Momo huffed, kicking and biting at her captors before pulling a baton out of her left boot. The first round of opponents stepped forward, believing a quick ambush would be enough to stop a girl her size, it would be an easy victory.

Or so they thought.

Ran and Rindou watched in disbelief as she took them down with ease, weaving her way through her attackers with an elegance they had never witnessed before. She knew how to subdue multiple targets, locking the joints of her opponents and breaking their limbs within seconds, a technique which Rindou was famously recognized for.

Momo stomped towards the brothers, gracefully swinging the weapon at the Tenjiku members who dared to lunge at her. Her fighting style definitely mirrored Ran's own defensive stance, the fire blazing in her lilac irises reflected pure malice. “Want me to prove myself, Papa? Uncle Rin-Rin has two moles and a scar on his left buttcheek that literally makes a smiley face.”

Rindou’s fiery temper flared up at the statement, glaring menacingly at his older brother, the only one who knew about his most initiate secrets. “How the fuck does she know that!?”

A sadistic grin illuminated her features, similar to her father's when he knows he's won the fight. “Papa, you have Mom’s initials tattooed in between your ring finger! She has yours on her wrist.”

Ran walked into the ongoing feud, too intrigued to have the bloodshed continue any longer. His subordinates parted like the sea, clearing a path between the eldest Haitani and the intruder. "Stand down, gentlemen. I'm gonna have a chat with the girly."

It was true, Ran did have your initials inked in between his digits as well. Rindou’s butt did in fact have a smiley face on it. She could fight on her own as well as they could, even mixing their distinct fighting styles into her own original form. Could this girl be what they call a time traveler?

Momo sighed, pulling a cellphone out of her pocket and handing it over to Ran’s curious hand. “Here. Check my phone, there’s tons of pictures of us in there.”

“Uh… Are you serious?” Ran asked, suspiciously inspecting the device as if it were a bomb. He opened the photos app, paneling through his daughter’s selfies until he came across a family photo. “Holy fuck, that’s Y/N! My girl and I are still going strong, Rin.”

“Ew…” Rindou shuddered, glancing between his brother and his newfound niece. Her appearance was pure Haitani genetics mixed perfectly with your own features, a lovely combination of both of her attractive parents. “Never figured you’d have a kid, big bro. She got Y/N's pretty face, though.”

“This is why Uncle Rin-Rin is still single.” Momo clicked her tongue in distaste at the comment, ignoring the way Rindou flicked her off at her remark. “Shallow as ever.”

"My wifey is going to be the hottest MILF out there," Ran boasted, swiping through the pictures on the device before showing Rindou an image of an older woman, you, on her wedding day with Ran.

An irritated voice cut in, impatiently tapping her foot on the ground as the beeping on her watch warned of her time limit. She pointed her baton at the pair, motioning for them to hand over the phone. “Do you believe me now? I’m your daughter, Momo Haitani. Sixteen, blood type O, Gemini.”

Ran gazed over at his daughter, accepting the claim she had made earlier as the truth. It was interesting, to say the least, to meet his future child despite how annoying she may be. “You’re a Haitani, little lady. Tell me, where exactly did you come from?”

“Long story, not enough time.” Momo answered before jumping and hugging Ran and Rindou as she began to return to her own timeline. The brothers were stunned at the way she slowly faded away, a knowing smirk highlighting her features. “It was nice to meet you in your delinquent days, Papa! I just don’t understand how Mom fell for you in that tacky outfit.”

Ran frowned at the comment, offended that his own daughter would insult him. “Excuse me…? You’re grounded, little lady.”

Momo smirked, shrugging her shoulders and sticking her tongue out in response"I look forward to my punishment in sixteen years, Papa. Take care!"

Rindou snorted at his brother's statement, gagging at how fatherly he had grown in the last fifteen minutes. “Bro, you scolded her just like a parent.”

“Might as well start practicing, hm?”

𝐊𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐨

"Let me get this straight... I'm your father?"

The child before him nodded her head at the statement, giddiness radiating from her tiny body as Kakucho offered her an anxious smile in return. "Yes, but in a really, really, really long time. It's nice to meet you, Daddy."

Kakucho's day was going relatively fine until he was approached by the young girl standing before him on his way to your house. He was roped into an intense conversation with the child regarding his personal information before being accused of being her father. "Okay, this is some kind of joke, right? Let's go find your parents, yeah?"

Kakucho offered her his hand in an attempt to walk her to the nearest police station, conveniently located in the direction of your neighborhood which was his intended destination in the first place. "What's your name, little one?"

“Arisa, Arisa Hitto! I'm seven years old. Is that your Tenjiku uniform, Daddy? Mommy tells me bedtime stories about Tenjiku's kingdom, she’s the princess and Daddy is the handsome prince that saves her! I'm the magical fairy who helps Daddy with his mission.”

No doubt about it, this was his daughter. She's practically his twin in terms of appearance, minus the scar. However, the timeframe does not make one ounce of sense. Kakucho's had his share of flings but not any long enough to conceive a child around Arisa's age.

He's relieved that whoever his future spouse is lied about the real origins behind Tenjiku's reality, turning it into a fairytale of sorts.

“Mommy?” Kakucho questioned, curious to know what his future wife is like. Currently, there are no women on Kakucho's mind nor has he dated anyone recently. "Arisa, can you tell me... What is she like?"

Arisa's pupils increased in size, practically consuming the whites of her eyes as she began to gush about her mother. Her short arms flailed with every description she gave, becoming more and more excited with each sentence that escaped her lips. Arisa's dynamic nature reminded him of a certain someone, but he had yet to figure out exactly who he was thinking of.

"Oh gosh! Mommy is the prettiest lady in the world... I want to be a beautiful lady like her when I'm older. She cooks tasty meals, tucks me in and gives me lots and lots of kisses. She gives Daddy kisses too, don't be jealous, okay? OH! She really, really, really loves karaoke and coffee jelly; we go every Friday after you come home from work."

"Is that so?" He chuckled, giving her hand a little squeeze in affirmation.

"Uh-huh!" Arisa beamed, continuing her endless rambles as Kakucho listened on. "She loves to tell me bedtime stories. Mommy said she liked Daddy for a long time before he noticed.”

A secret admirer? There's no way. Kakucho's dating life is practically non-existent considering Tenjiku and Izana are his current priority. However, a tiny shred of hope lingered in his soul regarding his one-sided crush towards one gorgeous girl: you.

His best friend, the woman of his dreams, the only other person he would be willing to lay down his soul for, the girl who keeps him awake at night. Maybe one day he would confess his feelings properly instead of sending mixed signals and teetering on the blurred lines of friend or lover.

Kakucho found himself in front of your house instead of the police station.

"Hey there!" As if on cue, you approached the pair, the small child immediately catching your attention as you greeted her politely. Arisa's calmness flew out the window as soon as she locked eyes with you, begging to be played with and indulged. You obediently picked her up and swung her around at her request. “Kakucho, who’s this? She’s so adorable, you never told me you had a little sister!”

Kakucho has no family, a fact he has yet to share with you, but that would be a tale for another time. Right now, he's preoccupied with watching the current interaction take place. He tried to fumble for an explanation that would sound somewhat believable without turning him into a potential creep. “She’s not. I don’t know..."

The child beat him to it, noting the chaotic way her future father tangled up his words. Her quick thinking was definitely something she must have inherited from you. “I got lost, Mister Kakucho helped me find my way back to my house. My name is Arisa. What's yours, pretty lady?"

The compliment had you flustered beyond belief, Kakucho admired the way you squealed at the little one's words, a tiny grin dancing across his lips. "Oh my gosh, you're the cutest little girl ever! My name is Y/N, it's a pleasure to meet you. Do you want a treat?"

Kakucho found himself outside the nearby convenience store with Arisa as they waited for you to return with the treats you promised to buy, claiming it would only be a five-minute wait.

“Mommy’s so pretty,” Arisa sighed, a dreamy expression fluttering across her innocent face.

“Yes, she is…” Kakucho blurted out, backtracking as soon as he realized exactly what the hell she just said. “Huh?! Y/N’s your mother!?”

Arisa laughed at the panicked expression consuming Kakucho's composure. Children never understand the weight behind their actions, of course. "Why are you acting shy. Daddy? You and Mommy kiss all the time. It's yucky!"

Kakucho covered his face with his hand, hiding the scarlet red flush blooming across his skin. He fanned himself repeatedly as he saw your figure approaching the register, signaling you would be coming out soon. "Hush, Arisa. She'll hear you."

"You like Mommy, right Daddy?"

Kakucho held back the urge to deny his feelings, attempting to convince himself that you would never reciprocate. There was no way you could love a damaged man like him, nor bear his child in the future. The friendship you shared was intimate, yes. However, you never expressed any sort of romantic attraction towards him, right?

'Mommy said she liked Daddy for a long time before he noticed.'

Arisa reached out and grasped Kakucho's hands, staring deep into his soul as her face turned serious. She was wise beyond her years, a trait she must have picked up from him. “You should tell Mommy you like her. She taught me it’s not okay to keep secrets from people you love. Promise to tell her, 'kay?”

In the blink of an eye, Arisa disappeared from existence, presumably back to the proper future she came from. Kakucho was too stunned to speak, still questioning if he was living in reality instead of being indulged in a mind-boggling dream. Today's events have been a whirlwind of emotions and something he would likely never recover from.

"I'm back and I bought coffee jelly!" You cheered, holding up a tiny grocery bag full of goodies from the convenience store. He watched as you scanned the area, clearly in search of the tiny companion accompanying him earlier. "Kaku, where's the little one?"

"She went home," Kakucho lied, hoping you would believe another fabricated story instead of prying any further. The bummed expression on his face tugged at his heartstrings, soon replaced with a more delighed one as he shyly extended his hand out to you. "Do you want to have a movie night?"

"Yes! I missed hanging out with my bestie!" You gently laced your fingers with his, crossing another line Kakucho was overjoyed to be experiencing with you. "Arisa was super sweet... Maybe we'll run into her again sometime soon."

"I'm sure we will."

𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐦𝐚

"I need to grab something from the store really quick. Want anything, Shuji?"

Hanma parked the roaring motorcycle, allowing you to slide off the seat as he turned to face you. He lit the last cigarette left in his coat pocket, gingerly blowing some of the foul smoke into your face much to your disgust. "Some more cigs, baby. I'm starting to get jittery over here."

"Those things are going to kill you one day,” You said, flicking his forehead at the way he rolled his eyes at your remark. He always loved the way you showed your concern through physical touch, no matter how much of an annoyance it could be. “Wait for me, okay?”

Tokyo's streets are full of all types of people: students, salarymen, parents, teachers. Everyone is hustling to catch the train, beat traffic, commute to work or school, rushing to catch up with the quickening pace of their lives. As mundane as it is, there's a pleasant aura that surrounds these kinds of individuals who carelessly go on about their days, without a care in the world for people other than themselves. Their choices carry little to no impact on the way society functions, instead becoming part of the crowd of the ones who reap its everlasting benefits.

Gang members and fugitives are not granted a normal life.

Dating a delinquent such as Shuji Hanma means you have to be quick on your feet, an incredible, a loyal partner and a passionate lover. Finding him close to death in a backway alley after work nearly nine months ago was the start of your budding relationship. A chaotic one, yes, but there was real love brewing within the confines of each other's unconventional hearts and souls.

Hanma views the world through a grey scale lens, finding no meaning to life since death was always a looming afterthought in the back of his mind. He regrets dragging you into his growing mess, knowing you could be imprisoned for harboring a fugitive. He knows this journey will ruin you, poison you, corrupt you but it's a fact you immediately accepted upon embarking in unfamiliar territory with him.

The unsettling tinge of an existential crisis looms over his shoulders, nipping at the confines of his cluttered mind. “Am I going to continue this dull life every day until the day I die?”

A slight tug on his pants brings his attention back to the present, coming in contact with a pair of golden gilded eyes. A young girl, presumably around the age of seven, stared up at him with such a perfect example of pure adoration in her innocent orbs that it nearly made him sick. “Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!”

Hanma shook off the child, patting her tiny little hand with a gentleness normally reserved for you. He may not be fond of small humans, but he knows how to handle them in certain dosages. “I’m definitely not your dad, sweetheart.”

The girl only giggled in response, climbing onto his motorcycle before he could protest and strapping on the spare helmet. “Daddy, stop being silly. I wanna go for a ride.”

Hanma blinked, removing the stray kid from his bike as he peered down at her curious expression. She felt comfortable enough to touch a stranger's belongings, seriously? Whoever is raising her is doing a shit job of parenting. “Right… You lost or something, pipsqueak?”

Before the child could answer, she jumped off the motorbike and rushed towards your approaching figure. “Mama!”

Being addressed like that definitely caught you by surprise especially when a small pair of arms wrapped around your legs. You glanced at your delinquent boyfriend and the child next to him, seemingly putting the pieces together. Hanma could see the vein on your forehead start to pulse, signaling your pissed off temper. “Shuji, whose child did you kidnap for this prank? Take her back, now.”

Hanma sighed, a bit of disappointment tracing across his face as he gave you a pout. “Have some faith in me, dollface. I would never do anything heinous like that. I'm just as confused as you are."

Says the wanted man who is on the run for murder.

You crouched down to the child's height and offered her a kind smile in contrast to Hanma's deranged one. “Honey, do you know this man? Did he say anything weird to you? I can help find your parents or take you to a police box.”

The young girl tilted her head in response, brows furrowed together while trying to understand the hesitation alluding from your nervous expression. “Mama, it’s just Daddy! Why are you acting weird? It's me, Reika.”

"M-Mama?" You stammered, a light chuckle of anxiety escaping from your lips. It was too early in the day to play along with whatever elaborate scheme your boyfriend had come up with. "Okay, sweet girl. I think you have us confused for someone else."

Reika stomped her tiny foot on the ground in protest, declaring once again that Shuji and you are her parents, she is a time leaper and she wanted to come meet the younger version of them. Hanma merely nodded along, being the most composed one out of the trio as you attempted to process whose actual child this was because there was no way in hell time leaping is real.

"Look here!" She exclaimed, pointing at the chain secured around her neck latched around a gold locket. Inside the jewelry was a picture of Hanma and you, older but still recognizable, cuddling the child standing before you.

The proof was authentic, Reika was a living being, she is your time leaping daughter.

Hanma was the first to speak, picking up the child and swinging her around in pure glee, much to your surprise. The shit-eating grin on his face only grew wider as you became flustered at the mischievous expression on his face. “Holy shit, you really are our brat! Mama and I did a great fuckin' job, huh? ♡”

You were quick to silence your silence your boyfriend out of embarrassment and the fact he was defiling the child's innocent mind with his foul mouth. “Shuji! Cover her ears if you're going to be acting like a degenerate.”

“Sorry baby,” Hanma apologized, pecking your cheek as a form of a quick apology. Reika gagged at the affection being shared between her caregivers, still in the age of thinking boy carry cooties and are disgusting. “Well, we’re your parents, pipsqueak. What do ya think of your Mama and Daddy?"

"So cool!" Reika grinned, placing a tiny peck on each of your cheeks before waving goodbye and slowly fading away. Hanma ruffled her hair as she pouted about his future self continuing the annoying habit. “I really wanted to meet you two! I have to go now; my time is up.”

An agonizing groan erupted from your throat as you clung to your boyfriend in support. The encounter had your mind running in circles over the fact you just experienced of one the universe's most insane adventures. “What just happened? Did we really just meet our future daughter? Oh god, I have a headache, I need a nap.”

"Relax, babe. I'll take care of you." Hanma’s inked hands looped around your waist, pawing at the plush skin of your hips. His hot breath fanned the sensitive shell of your ear as he spoke, a sultry tone coating his next words. “Wanna go home and get a head start on the baby? ♡”

“Shuji!”

Turns out Hanma’s life wouldn’t be so dull after all.

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