#sendou atsushi x reader

[titan-fodder]

for akkun, 3, and i had hard time trying to decide between a&d, but d !!

Thank you so much, ace bby, you know how much i love him 💕

akkun + phone sex + “I’ve never done something like this before.”

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tags/warnings: established relationship, phone sex so lots of dialogue, male & female masturbation, kind of coming together?, love/baby/babydoll pet names, just super sappy

“I miss you,” Akkun coos sweetly into the phone. It’s the first thing he says when you pick up, and it makes your heart flutter. 

 “I miss you too,” you sigh, feeling wistful just from the sound of his voice. It’s been two days since you’ve seen him. Only two days. But, it feels like so much longer. 

 Since getting together a few months ago, this is the first time you and your boyfriend have been separated by more than just a few miles, more than a simple train ride. 

 Now, you’re hours away from him in a lavish hotel right in the heart of a sparkling city. You should be having the time of your life, celebrating with your girlfriends as one of you is soon to be married, but it’s hard not to sulk when all you can think about is how you wish you could thread your fingers through Akkun’s curly hair or see his crooked smile up close. 

 “Just a few more days,” he reminds you, not sounding quite as optimistic as he probably intends to. 

 “Yeah, and we’ll be on the yacht all day tomorrow, so… good distraction, I guess.” 

 Akkun hums, thoughtful for about half a second before he suggests, “Bathing suit pics?” and you can hear the grin that laces his words. 

 “Maybe,” you tease, “If you ask nicely.”

 “I always as nicely.” 

 He is… not wrong. Akkun is so sweet you’re afraid you’ll wind up with cavities one day. You can’t say you mind, though. The kindness paired with the checkered past and leather jackets are more than worth any toothaches he might give you. He’s perfect, honestly. 

 “Do I get any fun pictures in return?” you try, glancing over your shoulder to make sure your temporary roommate hasn’t somehow managed to slip back in unbeknownst to you. She and some of the other girls went out for drinks, but after last night you had to turn down the invitation. Besides, you’ll be drowning in mimosas tomorrow.  

 Akkun wastes no time when he asks bluntly, “Just tell me what you want—cock or forearm?”

 You snort, waving a hand even though he can’t see it. “Why not both?” 

 “Greedy.” 

 “I can’t help it! I miss you.” It comes out as a whine, and there’s a short pause in the conversation that leaves you feeling a little self conscious. Are you being too clingy? Will it annoy him? 

 You hear Akkun take a breath, and his voice is slightly deeper when he asks, “You feeling needy, love?” 

 The question goes straight to your pussy. 

 Lip tugged between your teeth, you speak around it, a pitiful, “Yeah.”

 He replies with a hushed, “Poor baby,” that has the same effect as before. 

 You are officially hot and bothered. One-hundred percent. 

 “You know, um…” you clear your throat, getting up to close the open blinds before continuing, “I’m actually alone in the hotel room right now.”

 “Oh yeah? For how long?” 

 It’s only eleven, so it’s safe to assume, “At least another hour.” 

 “More than enough time.” 

 You hear some rustling on the line, probably Akkun getting more comfortable, and your heart begins pounding a little harder. You know where this is going—prompted it yourself—but you’re still surprised by the way anticipation has you in a vice grip. 

 “What, um…” Akkun coughs then starts with the cliché, “What are you wearing right now?” 

 You get situated on the bed again, propping yourself against fluffy pillows as you rub your bare thighs together. 

 “Just a t-shirt and panties.”

 “Which ones?” 

 You toy with the elastic band that stretches over your hips, debating on whether or not you want to lie to make this more interesting. 

 You don’t in the end. 

 “Nothing fancy, just my little plaid cheeky pair.” 

 “Love those,” Akkun is quick to say, and it surprises you. 

 “Really?” 

 The panties in question show a little bit of cheek but not in the way your thongs do.

 “Mhm. They’re cute. Make your ass look great.”

 “Well, thanks. I’ll keep that in mind.” 

 A bashful blush creeps over your cheeks. You’ve gotten very comfortable with your boyfriend over the last few months, but you’re still not quite used to the way he dotes on you. One day you might be able to take his compliments in stride, but—

 “Wish I could see your face right now. Bet you’re all shy and smiley.”

 “Am not,” you argue, but Akkun figured you out a while ago. 

 “Are too.” 

 You gnaw on your lip, thinking, then, “You wanna see my face?” 

 “Always.” 

 “One sec.” 

 It takes a couple tries before you snap a selfie you’re halfway pleased with. Your face is definitely the main focus, but you made a point of pulling up your shirt enough to show off the curve of your tits. No nipple, but very close. A simple but effective lewd. 

 Before you can talk yourself out of it, you send it to Akkun. The two of you have exchanged pictures like this before, but you’ve only received his typed reaction before. Now you can hear the way he groans followed by a bit more rustling. 

 “What are you—”

 “You’ll see,” he cuts you off, voice husky now. 

 In just a few short moments, you get the alert of an incoming text and pull the phone away from your ear to open it. 

 The bottom planes of Akkun’s stomach, dark happy trail leading to his pelvis where his hand is curled around his hard cock. The angle manages to capture his pretty, leaking tip as well as the tendons in his forearm, and it’s actually a little ridiculous how beautiful he is. How did you ever get so lucky? 

 “That should honestly be framed,” you tell him when you hold your phone back up. “You should give classes in how to take good dick pics because it is a fucking skill.” 

 Akkun chuckles at the praise. “Maybe I can add it to my résumé.”

 Laughing, you idly trail a hand down your sternum and over your bare stomach, the image of your boyfriend’s dripping cock still swirling in your brain. Oh, you wish you were with him, wish you could wrap your hand around him, lean down and suck him into your mouth…

 “Something on your mind?” Akkun prompts. 

 “Just you.” 

 “Are you touching yourself yet?” 

 Your breath hitches for a moment before you answer, “N-not yet. I’m kind of tracing over my tummy, but… I’ve never done something like this before.”

 “What, phone sex?” 

 “Mhm. Have you?” 

 “Only a couple times. I usually like dirty texts better, but…” 

 “But what?” 

 “I wanna hear you when you come.” 

 Your pussy throbs, and you finally let your hand venture lower—first to cup your mound as if it’ll stop your body from pulsing, but it isn’t long before you’re lightly stroking your fingers over your covered folds. 

 “Oh.” 

 “You sound so pretty when you come,” Akkun continues, and you think his words are a little breathier than before, like he’s moving. 

 He’s jerking off. He’s got his fingers around his cock, and he’s pumping himself to the thought of you, to the sound of you… 

 “You get close and you get this surprised look on your face—so cute—and you just start mumbling, usually just swearing, but sometimes my name—”

 “Akkun…” you whimper, slipping your hand into your panties to touch yourself. 

 You aren’t too surprised when you find that you’re already very wet, slick with arousal that you spread over your clit. Your moan is airy and high-pitched, your mouth falling open as you toy with your swelling bud. 

 “Now are you touching yourself?”

 “Y-yeah. Yeah, now I am.”

 “How?” 

 “I’m…” 

 You pause for just a second to kick your panties off then lean back again, spreading your legs even further now. 

 “M just playing with my clit for now.”

 “Yeah? Feel good, baby?”

 “Mhmmm.”

 “How wet are you?” 

 Every question Akkun asks sends a new wave of heat rolling down your spine. You aren’t sure if he’s aware of just how good he is, but God, it’s like he knows just what to say. 

 “Really wet.”

 “Dripping?”

 You run an exploratory digit down your slit and smile. “Definitely going to have to rinse off by the time we’re finished.”

 “So, you should be able to slide a finger or two inside without hurting yourself?” 

 You swallow thickly and nod. “Yeah, for sure.” 

 “Do it. And, lemme hear you.”

 It feels like you are on fire, flames licking at every inch of your skin as you do as you're told. One finger isn’t enough, so you quickly slip a second in beside it, panting and mewling your boyfriend’s name. 

 “Is that two?”

 “Yeah, I have two in…”

 “Can you stretch yourself and add another for me?” 

 “Not gonna feel as good as yours…” 

 “I know, baby. I wish I could be there too… stuffing your pussy with my fingers, my tongue, until you were ready for my cock—”

 “Oh, god—Akkun…” 

 He’s vocal enough in bed when you’re together, but usually he’s always telling you how pretty you are, how good you feel. This control and vulgarity is new. And, it has you approaching your edge much faster than you expected. 

 “How do—how do you feel?” you find the sense to ask. 

 “Good.” He breaks into a gasp then swallows it with a grunt. “I feel really good. Just remembering what it feels like when you touch me. Your…” he laughs to himself, “your hands are smaller than mine, so it’s kinda hard to imagine.”

 “Believe me, I know. I never realized how much shorter my fingers are than yours. It’s like I can’t reach…” 

 You wriggle your hips like that’ll help at all, but it doesn’t. Three of your own fingers are enough to stretch your hole pleasantly, but it’s hard to hit the spot deeper inside that Akkun has no trouble with. 

 “Frustrated?” he asks playfully. 

 “A little, yeah.” 

 “I promise I’ll make you feel good when you get back.” 

 You choke back another moan then struggle to ask, “Why are you so—so good at this?” 

 He laughs, “No real reason. I’ve just—fuck—just thought about it a few times. I’ve thought about a lotta things when it comes to you.” 

 “Like fantasies?” 

 “Yeah, I—”

 He gasps again, and you have to ask, “What are you doing? How are you touching your cock right now?” 

 “I’m just, ahh, swiping my thumb over my tip—kinda like you do with your tongue only my finger’s not as soft.”

 You let out a breathy giggle, still working on yourself as you try to picture it. 

 “Are you still leaking pre cum like in the picture?”

 Akkun’s cock always gets messy during foreplay, and it never ceases to make your body hum for it. Never ceases to make you hungry for him. You wanna lick up every last drop, wanna fucking suck it straight from him. It’s so dirty but oddly… endearing? Mostly because by the time he’s dribbling pre, he’s all red in the face and panting your name. 

 “You know I am. Can you hear it?” The sound of his breathing falls away, and you assume he’s holding his phone somewhere closer to his lap because you can definitely hear the slick sounds of his hand moving over his cock. 

 Your toes curl, your belly full of hot coals as an insatiable need takes over. You want him so bad, right here, right now. You want to feel his hands on you, taste his kiss. You want him buried inside of you. 

 “Akkun, please, I need…”

 “What do you need, babydoll?” 

 “You! Please, I just—”

 He shushes you sweetly, reminding you, “I’m right here. I know it’s not close enough, but I’m right here.”

 For a little while, the two of you just breathe, letting out little moans and grunts here and there. Your eyes are closed, brows pulled together as you focus on the sounds on the other end, the feeling of your fingers stretching your pussy while you rub your clit. At this point, you have the phone cradled between your ear and shoulder, both hands between your legs, and you can feel the way your muscles start to tense. 

 “I’m—I’m close…”

 “Good, ‘cause I don’t know how much longer I can hold off with you whimpering like that.”

 “You are too?” 

 “Just barely hanging on,” he chuckles. “What do you want me to do? You want me to talk you through it or just let you—”

 “No, I, mm, I wanna hear your voice.”

 You know Akkun is probably a lovely shade of pink from the tips of his ears all the way down to his chest. His cheeks get rosy, and his lips get puffy and red from so much kissing and biting. With so much blood flow away from his brain, it’s amazing he can think straight enough to encourage you like he does. 

 “Mkay, mm—kay, fuck, did you get your pussy nice and stretched?” he asks, words thicker now than before. “If I was there, you’d be ready for me?” 

 “Yeah, so ready…”

 “Be able to push in, feel you clench around me—god dammit, I miss you so much, you have no idea how much I love your pussy.”

 You grin to yourself, head spinning. It’s starting to feel like you’re in a waterbed, like you can’t get grounded as euphoria begins to drag you down. 

 “So pretty and wet—made for me, I sw—fuck, fuck…”

 “Come on, baby, fuck, please,” you babble, your finger speeding up as you swipe it over your clit. It’s been a while since you’ve done things like this, usually preferring toys just for the sake of ease, but this is good—your own skin on skin, your boyfriend groaning in your ear. This can get you there. This is getting you there. 

 “Tell me how bad you want me,” Akkun huffs just as your thighs begin to shake. 

 Your eyes are rolling, tongue heavy in your mouth as you promise him, “Want you so bad, wish I could come on your—”

 “Ohhh, god dammit, I’m coming—I’m coming…” 

 The way he blurts it makes you tingle, and you can almost see the way Akkun’s eyes squeeze shut and his jaw hangs open. You imagine he’s fucking into you, using you to ride out his climax, and that’s the final push you need to let go. 

 You work deft fingers over your clit, hips bucking as you moan his name. Your stomach muscles contract as your pussy pulses, and god, it feels so good, so fucking goods, and you tell Akkun as much through a series of cries. 

Once you’re finished moaning and writhing, you hear Akkun begin to speak, “You…” but has to stop to breathe for a second, “feel better, baby?” 

 “Mm, yeah. A bit. You?” 

 “A bit?”

 You sigh, lightly stroking over your puffy folds as if to soothe yourself. “I mean, I’ll be even better once I’m back home with yooou.”

 “Sappy.”

 “Can’t help it.”

 The two of you come down together. Separately, but together. Breaths growing a little deeper, voices a little sleepier until you finally break and admit, “I need to take a shower.”

 Akkun laughs, “I bet you do,” then tells you, “I’ll let you get all cleaned up, but um… That was fun.”

 “It was,” you agree, “Will definitely be doing that again.”

 “Maybe we can FaceTime next time.”

 “Oh, I feel like I’d get too self-conscious like that!”

 “What’s the difference between me seeing you through the phone versus right in front of me?”

 “I don’t know, it’s just different,” you pout.

 As you get out of bed and make your way to the bathroom, the two of you carry on like this, picking and teasing until you have to choose between saying goodbye or allowing your phone to sustain some water damage. 

 “Okay, good night, baby. Text me in the morning. And, try to have fun on the boat tomorrow.”

 “I’ll probably be drunk most of the time, so…”

 “So the bathing suit pics will be a little risqué, eh?”

 You smirk while holding your hand under the water, already knowing the answer. “If you’re lucky.”

 Akkun makes a thoughtful little noise in response. “You’ve already proven how lucky I am.”

#akkun x reader #atsushi sendou x reader #sendou atsushi x reader #tokyo rev x reader #tokyo revengers fanfiction

[hanemiso]

the tea party

>>> a time skip akkun/mizo mid x reader drabble <<<

a/n: i was talking to @sonder-paradise about this and now i'm brainrotting so hard over this so here's a drabble and expect to see akkun domestic hcs in the future…also this is a bit longer than a drabble but oh well lmao

genre: fluff, drabble

synopsis: the sight of five grown men in tutus and tiaras, sitting at a small table sipping imaginary tea and eating fake biscuits, was definitely not what you were expecting to come home to.

warnings: swearing

"Atsushi! Hanako! I'm home..." you trail off, the sound of muffled voices catching in your ears.

These voices, however, did not belong to your husband or your 3 year old daughter. They were familiar, but unexpected.

You slip off your shoes, quietly making your way to Hanako's room at the end of the hall. The door was wide open, and you stop yourself from walking in, deciding to hide behind the wall instead. The sight was definitely unexpected; you didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

5 grown men, including your husband, sat at the small table in the middle of the room with your daughter. Hanako sat at the head of the table in her small pink chair, a plastic teacup being risen to her lips. Next to her was your husband Atsushi, with a tiara sitting atop his plum pompadour and a pink tutu snug around his waist. Across the table from Hanako were Yamagishi and Makoto, with similar attire to Atsushi, except Yamagishi's tutu was blue and Makoto's was purple. Lastly, the two who sat to her left were Takemichi and Takuya, again with similar attire to the other men, but Takuya with a green tutu and Takemichi sporting a red one.

They all had teacups sat on their dishes in front of them, plastic cookies, biscuits, and ladyfingers stacked on a pink plate in the center of the table. Occasionally one would raise the colored teacup to their lips, pinky out, and take a sip of the imaginary tea.

There's no way you're gonna interrupt this moment. You just couldn't tear your eyes away from the scene; once delinquents who'd beat the shit out of people for fun, now grown men having a tea party with a little girl.

"Hanako-chan, can I please have a cookie?" Makoto asks.

"Of course, Uncle Koko!" Hanako exclaims, passing Makoto a fake cookie.

"Thank you, Hanako-chan."

As he pretends to eat the cookie, Yamagishi gives Makoto the ugliest stink-eye.

"That's your fifth one." Yamagishi glares.

"Yeah? And?" Makoto returns his glare, pretending to take another bite.

Atsushi sighs, trying to hide his eye roll by sipping on his imaginary tea. Takemichi and Takuya merely sit silently, sharing glances and sips of their own imaginary tea.

"Don't eat them all, fat-ass!" Yamagishi sneers.

"Yamagishi!" Atsushi whispers sharply, stern eyes staring into his soul.

"...'M sorry Akkun," he says quietly, turning back to Hanako with a smile, "can I please have a ladyfinger, Hanako-chan?"

"Yes yes, Uncle YamYam!" Hanako exclaims, shoving the plate towards him.

He takes the plastic ladyfinger with a 'thank you,' before attempting to pretend to eat it. However, he can't take a bite, as the ladyfinger is snatched from his hand by Makoto. Makoto pretends to shove the entire ladyfinger in his mouth, turning to Yamagishi with a smile.

"Give me my damn ladyfinger!" Yamagishi shouts, reaching out to choke Makoto.

"Uncle YamYam!" Hanako's tiny voice gasps.

It goes eerily silent in the room as all movement comes to a halt. Yamagishi slowly turns his head to look at Hanako, his lips pressed into a thin line. Her cheeks puff out in a pout, arms crossed over her chest.

"No swearing!" She scolds him.

Takuya and Takemichi begin snickering, turning their heads away from the table. Atsushi just shakes his head, both in disappointment and amusement.

"I-I'm sorry, Hanako-chan..."

You struggle to hold back your laughter, the hand covering your mouth doing a terrible job at muffling the sound. Atsushi's head raises to meet your gaze from the doorway. A grin spreads across his face, eyes brightening instantly.

"Hanako, I think you have a visitor." He says softly, pointing at the doorway.

When her vibrant eyes spot you she gasps, the sound bouncing off the pink walls. She squeals your name and jumps up from her chair, sangria braids bouncing behind her as she runs to hug you. You pick her up and kiss her chubby cheek, feeling her arms snake around your neck. When you look back at the 5 men sitting at the table, they're all red-faced.

"Looks like you guys are having fun." You tease.

"Yeah! Uncle Mitchy, Uncle Tako, Uncle YamYam, and Uncle Koko came to my tea party with Daddy!"

"Oh, did they?"

"Yeah! And Uncle Mitchy drank all the tea!"

"Oh, really?" You smile teasingly at Takemichi.

"That's not true! Akkun's the one who poured the last of it in his cup!"

"Of course I did, my baby makes the best unicorn tea!"

Hanako continues to fill you in on all that has happened at the tea party until you showed up, which apparently was quite a lot. You sit down at the table with the rest of them, scanning the faces of the boys you used to patch up after fights in middle school. Mizo Mid Gang turned Mizo Mid-Twenties. And yet, they all still kept their boyish mannerisms.

Although they had changed physical-appearance wise, they were still the boys who defended you from the second-years who harassed you. Yamagishi was still the little boy who farted when he was scared, Takemichi still the boy who walked around with toilet paper stuck to his shoe all day at school, Takuya still the boy who made gagging sounds from the bushes when you and Atsushi first kissed, Makoto still the boy who crane-kicked Yamagishi down the stairs, and Atsushi still the boy who almost ran into a mailbox on his bike when he saw you walk by.

"(Mommy/Daddy), join us! I'm gonna braid Uncle Tako's hair!"

"I don't know if Uncle Tako wants that, little one..." Atsushi trails off, looking at Takuya.

Her head whips from Atsushi to Takuya before her puppy-dog eyes settle on Takuya. Takuya gulps; he's never been able to resist Hanako's puppy-dog eyes.

"Can I please braid your hair, Uncle Tako?"

Takuya smiles softly, ruffling her hair, "Of course, Chibi-chan."

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[tooweirdforyou]

... look— more tokyo revengers wallpapers !

I literally cannot stop making these. They aren’t even that great but they’re so much fun.

Click for better quality!

other Tokyo Rev wallpapers.

I’m aware the songs don’t really match either.

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[kallikrein]

BOYFRIEND HEADCANONS

— with hanagaki takemichi, sendou atsushi (akkun) and yamamoto takuya.

contains. gn!reader and bad grammar.

word count. 1.2k.

note. i didn’t want to include takemichi at first because i can’t see him with anyone else other than hina (maybe i did portray her in this one lol) and wow, i didn’t know it was very hard to write headcanons. also, i didn’t age them up because akkun and takuya have limited information about their future selves in the manga. i hope i did okay!

HANAGAKI TAKEMICHI

This boy radiates big dumbass energy. No offense intended.

It’s just he is never sure what to expect from you because this boy respects everyone’s boundaries.

All he knows is that you chose him as your partner and as long as he can make you smile and not cry is enough for him.

Even though he does stupid things with his friends, he’ll be proper when it comes to you.

That’s because he doesn’t want you to think lowly of him so he tries very hard to impress you by doing manly things when you’re alone together.

Things like carrying your grocery bags while walking home even though it’s too heavy for him, or giving you his completed puzzle that he felt really accomplished with because you’re that special to him.

If you happen to see him beaten up, don’t add salt to the wound by scolding him some more. He already knows that being a delinquent is bad enough and he doesn’t need you to remind him again.

Expect him to be ashamed once he sees your face though.

Between the two of you, he will be the one who’s the most apprehensive on things. You just tend to take his edge off of it.

If something upsets you, he will panic first before rummaging his mind for an idea on how to instantly cheer you up. Whether it would be a joke or your favorite snack, he’ll gladly give it to you – because he wants you to feel like yourself again.

But if he is the reason you’re upset, he will castigate himself for making you feel like that and will consistently apologize and swear to you that he will not do it again.

Dates with Takemichi are really simple. You mostly hang out all day, walking around the city and getting to know each other better.

Do not expect him to take you to the amusement park. Like I said, he’s an anxious guy but he will face his fears if you insist on going.

Though I see him getting more brazen once he sees how you acted towards him at the end of the day. He’s a curious teenage boy after all and being friends with Makoto and Yamagishi brings that out sometimes.

But best believe he will not force you to do anything that you don’t want to do. Consent is key.

Overall, Takemichi is a really sweet guy. A bit naive at times but it’s all part of his charm.

SENDOU “AKKUN” ATSUSHI

As he is the leader of the Mizo Middle Five, he’s the most reliable person in their little gang.

Reliable in a way that he will take it upon himself the consequences his friends have caused.

So expect him to be always complaining to you about their stupidity – which is all in good faith.

Even though he whines to you about his friends, he’s glad that you’re also in good relations with them.

Because if you’re not, then that would be a problem since he is really devoted to his friends. You know, gang leader things.

So no, do not make him choose between you or them. He won’t like it.

As I said, he is a loyal person so have faith that he won’t cheat on you because he also expects the same thing from you – mutual respect and such.

If he doesn’t have the time to meet up with you, he’ll let you know beforehand and will make it up to you once he’s available.

But if he’s roughed up from a gang fight, he will not let you know. He won’t even show himself for a few days so that you won’t worry about him. But you always knew.

I just know that he’s an attentive person. Remember when he told Takemichi that he was waiting for him all that time? Yeah.

That being so, he is the best person to go to when something is troubling you. 

He’ll be by your side, lending an ear and once you get it off of your chest, he’ll hold your hand as a silent note that you can always depend on him anytime.

He will lift your spirit up by recalling a prank that the guys did and how it ended up being a failure. He will then imply that as an advice for your current situation. I’d like to think he’s mature and perceptive for his age like that.

He’s the type of boyfriend who would be subtle at first but is really affectionate once you get comfortable with each other. 

I’m talking about gentle back rubs, soft hugs and forehead kisses.

Basically, he’s a romantic. He will bring you to new places just so he can say, “It’s our first trip in this place. That makes it special, isn’t it?”

YAMAMOTO TAKUYA

Being the childhood friend of Takemichi, he’s also unsure when it comes to having a romantic relationship.

He mostly asks his friends for advice but always turns it down due to Makoto and Yamagishi's weird ideas.

Akkun might give him good pointers but that’s about it, he still doesn’t know how to carry it out alone – especially when he’s alone with you.

It’s a good thing you’re more assertive than him because he’ll feel really relieved if you gently tell him what you want or what you need. This also makes him fall harder for you for being straightforward.

Though he’s a little hesitant to initiate physical contact, once he sees you not withdrawing he will go for it with a fiery blush on his cheeks.

He’s also tripping over his words when he compliments you but once he gets used to it, he’ll be really smooth with it.

He prefers spending time with you indoors, as he easily gets tired from all the amusing activities he and his friends do.

But if you want to hang out at the mall or arcade, he will gladly accompany you – but without accidentally telling his friends you’re going to the arcade that they all demand to be invited too.

By now, you’re like the sixth member of the Mizo Middle Five.

If you see him injured due to a fist fight, he’ll shy away from your eyes already thinking he is the weakest among his friends.

He usually picks at himself when he’s alone and that’s why whenever you surprise him by giving him the encouragement he needs, he already knows you’re the one.

Saying that, he has this habit of daydreaming about your future together – like how he would propose marriage to you, how would your wedding go or how many pets will you both have.

But he is constantly afraid that you might get swept up by someone who’s more self-assured than him.

And if there comes a time that you’ll be the one who needs picking up, just know that he will know what to say and that he genuinely understands what you feel.

All in all, Takuya is a lovely boyfriend that you can sincerely open your heart with.

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More Akkun 😚

#idk what this is man #Just cropped up a bunch of pics coz I thought he looked really cute 😭💖 #I miss him! #tokyo revengers #tokyo 卍 revengers #atsushi sendou #akkun #akkun icons #akkun x reader

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Exclusive (Akkun x Reader)

Pairing: Akkun x Reader

Rating: E (explicit; mdni)

Count: ~7.5k

Tags/Warnings: cis-fem reader, club owner!Akkun timeline, alcohol, flirting, strangers to lovers, subtle gang-related activity, mentions of the Toman sauwastika, use of 'babydoll' (once), explicit sexual content, oral (m&f receiving), vaginal sex, general intimacy

A/N: for myself and also @/cyancherub and @/chaos-night's Back From the Dead collab because even though Tokyo Rev is super popular right now, this angel is not for some reason. Definitely check out the extensive masterlist! So many old and new favorites. Enjoy~

It's hard to believe that an establishment can be so classy and so raunchy at the same time. Pristine yet seedy. Full of all types of people. It is the antithesis of itself, and you've gotta admit, it's pretty impressive. 

 Despite the club being one big contradiction, you feel safe inside after showing your ID to the security guards at the entrance and getting familiar with the lovely bartender behind the black granite counter. There's still a tell-tale prickling sensation on the back of your neck as if you're being watched, and not just by the cameras you have no doubt are hidden in the ceiling, but it isn't anything you're particularly bothered by.

 Because it isn't just you. Everyone is being watched. In a place like this, everyone is both prey and predator. The shine of colored lights emphasize and attenuate different features on different people, angelic figures shrouded in blue while demonic faces lurk under strobes of red. 

 The floor is lit white around the edges, a box—ring, more like—that acts as a boundary. Stepping inside of it without a partner is like waving an invitation: fair game. That doesn't stop people from filling it entirely, though. A mass of bodies pulsing and writhing together like a single erotic entity.

 You aren't brave enough to join even if your friend is somewhere in the mess, probably stuck between a few men in suits damp with sweat. Well-dressed has always been her type, and there are dozens here who fit that description. She has high hopes for the night. While you only came out to enjoy an evening away from your lonely apartment, Emi came out to get laid. 

 Honestly, the idea is tempting, and it's not like you've never brought a near stranger home before, but it's been a while. You don't even know if you could muster the confidence necessary to seduce anyone in a club like this. Some are dressed to the nines—formal wear and jewelry more expensive than all your insurance policies put together. Others are much more casual, sporting jeans and tattoos. Some toe the line between—women in silk with ink trailing up their calves, men with sleeves rolled up to reveal scabbed knuckles and colorful art. 

 All of it is attractive. All of it is intimidating. 

 So, you resign yourself to a night at the bar, sipping fruity cocktails and making small talk with Aiko when she isn't busy with other guests. She asks about your job. You ask for stories from the upper class service industry. Her anecdotes are much more entertaining than yours, so you're almost disappointed when someone slides into the high stool next to you and steals her attention. 

 "Ah, Mr. Sendou," Aiko greets with a sweet smile. "Same as always?"

 The man replies with an easy, "You know it," and you turn your head just enough to catch a glimpse of him right as he adds, "And, it's Akkun, remember?"

 "You can remind me however many times you want, sir, I'm still gonna call you Sendou." Aiko sounds matter-of-fact, maybe a little bored, but she still exudes an air of friendliness as she cracks open a bottle of beer and slides it to him.

 Fingers curl around the neck of the glass bottle as Sendou/Akkun raises it to his mouth. You try not to follow the movement, but your gaze still locks onto his arm, specifically the golden flowers that adorn it. Dark swirls fill the spaces between each blossom, petals and smoke traveling from his forearm up into the sleeve of his white t-shirt. A flick of your eyes reveals that his other arm is nearly identical, and for a moment you mull over the fact that this man took something culturally inappropriate and turned it into something beautiful. 

 You decide then and there that maybe trying to strike up a conversation with another club-goer wouldn't be the worst thing you could do. 

 "Want a closer look?" His voice jars you out of your musings, tone a little gruff, and you have the sinking realization that you've probably offended this stranger by gawking at him. 

 "Sorry, I didn't mean—"

 When you level your gaze with his, however, you find warm heather eyes and a kind, close-lipped smile.

 "It's cool, it's cool. I know they draw attention."

 "They really do," you laugh, twisting to face him. 

 He leans over to extend his hand, introducing himself once his fingers wrap around your palm. 

 "Sendou Atsushi, but I go by Akkun."

 You hum and give him your own name, wondering why his sounds familiar. You've never seen him before in your life; you're positive you'd remember if you had. 

 Closely cropped hair reminds you of the color of berries, somewhere between red and purple, obviously unnatural and making his skin look paler than it would be otherwise. His cheekbones are sharp, and there are dark circles under his eyes. It’s hard to tell if it’s due to fatigue or drugs (an assumption with no real basis, but given the rest of his appearance, you wouldn’t be surprised. You’ve come in contact with enough users to recognize some of the signs). He’s in a plain white t-shirt, a silver chain and cross hanging over the collar, and joggers. Honestly, he might be the most underdressed person in this club. 

 Even so, this Akkun exudes an air of confidence. Or, maybe he just doesn’t care about anything. That alone makes him attractive, so much so that you’re willing to look past the possible drug habit. The haggard look kind of suits him anyway. 

 Beer passed to his other hand, Akkun doesn’t hesitate to set his arm on the bartop a little closer to you, nodding to it and flashing a grin. 

 “I really don’t mind. I’m pretty proud of ‘em, if I’m being honest.”

 You spend the next minute or so letting your gaze trail over the ink, the urge to run your fingertips over it strong but not strong enough to act on it.

 “Why’d you stop right there?” you question, motioning to the clean line that cuts the sleeve off and makes way for the empty skin of his forearm. 

 Akkun shrugs, “It’s just as far as me and the artist had mapped out. I’ll get the rest filled in one day.”

 “More flowers?”

 “Probably,” he nods. “Gotta stick with the theme, ya’ know?”

 “Yeah, it’ll look better that way,” you agree.

 You stare for a few more seconds before looking up and smiling at him in thanks, and when he asks, “You got any?” You shake your head.

 “No, definitely not. I mean, I’m curious, but I could never.” For one, your parents would disown you. That doesn’t bother you as much as the pain that’s sure to come with a tattoo, though.

 “Okay, well, if you were gonna get one, what would it be of?”

 “Mm,” you rest your head in your palm and think. What actually means enough to you that you would get it inked into your skin forever. “Maybe the Hina doll my mom and dad had made for me when I was little,” you muse, remembering its painted face and flowery kimono, how happy you’d been to receive it. “Or, a cherry blossom branch for a friend who passed away a few years ago.”

 Akkun’s expression is suddenly soft and sympathetic, and he sounds very sincere when he offers, “Sorry about your friend. Cherry blossoms sound nice.”

 “Thanks.” You take a sip of your watered down drink, then add, “Never really gets easier.”

 “No, it really doesn’t.” Given the somber look on his face, you can tell he’s speaking from experience. “Anyway, if you ever change your mind about getting any of those, my guy is pretty damn good, so…”

 “I’ll keep it in mind,” you respond with a laugh. 

 The small talk comes easier and easier seemingly with every passing moment—chatting about friends, pets, some people-watching when both of you turn on your stools to eye the dance floor. You have to raise your voices a bit more now that you’re facing the music. It ranges from hip-hop to pop to trance, really anything with a good beat. You catch glimpses of Emi here and there and point her out to Akkun. She’s exactly where you figured she’d be, sandwiched between a few sharply dressed men and looking nothing but pleased with the predicament. 

 Things get a little rowdy toward the edge of the floor, a few guys getting rough with each other, both of them on the more casual end of the appearance spectrum. You frown and look at the man next to you, surprised to find him already staring in that direction as he pulls his phone from his pocket. He dials a number and holds it to his ear, speaks only a couple words— “Zone four,” then hangs up. 

 Mere seconds pass before two of the security guards plow through the crowd to break up the altercation, both men seized by the muscled arms that loop underneath their own as they’re hauled away through a set of large double doors you’d noticed upon entering the club.

 “You head of security here or something?” you question when you glance back at Akkun.

 He snickers, pocketing his phone. “Head of everything, actually. I own this place.”

 Your eyebrows shoot up in surprise. That’s about the last thing you’d expected to hear.

 “No way.”

 “What?” Akkun smirks. “Do I not look the part?”

 You don’t hesitate in your honestly, letting out a quiet giggle and, “I think you already know the answer to that.”

 He waves a hand and tells you, “Not a big fan of suits. At all.”

 “Obviously.”

 You’ve gotta admit, you feel a little special sitting here with the owner of the club, even if you have absolutely no idea why he’s expending any of his attention on you. You’re not about to complain. 

 “So, how’d you come to own this place? Family business or something?”

 “Not quite. Just had the idea and got a, uh… pretty large donation, I guess, from a… corporation.”

 You squint at him, taking in the vague information and contemplating whether or not it’s worth questioning. In the end, you decide that it is.

 “What corporation?”

 “Not important,” Akkun is quick to answer. It would sound harsh if it weren’t for his grin. 

 So, he’s got secrets. That’s fine. It really isn’t any of your business anyway. 

 It grows later in the night. The music gets louder, and eventually Aiko has to leave her post behind the bar, and Akkun gladly takes over for her. He’s busy with other guests, but he still manages to slide over and pick up the conversation every once in a while. 

 When a particular song comes on, a little frantic with flashing lights that match the beat, large cages descend from the ceiling—six of them, each with two women inside. Their apparel varies. The two innermost cells that hang over the dance floor are home to four scantily clad girls while the others are in short tight dresses, nowhere near modest but not nearly as naked as the others. Aiko is among them, hair down as she dances to the pulse of the song. They’re all beautiful from what you can see—thin but busty, the current beauty norm that makes you a little insecure. 

 It’s all a little much, but it sure does get the crowd beneath the cages pumped up, like the appearance of them is acting as some kind of aphrodisiac. You sip the drink Akkun made for you a few minutes ago, watching the debauchery playing out in front of you. Is the show a part of every night, or is it a special treat on weekends? Do the girls get extra money? Do they have a strict diet and exercise regiment Akkun makes them stick to? So many questions. So many curiosities. It could be the liquor talking, but all you really want in this moment is to learn more about this kind, mysterious club-owner. 

 The performance of sorts lasts for several songs, and once it’s over and the cages are pulled back up to wherever they came from, it doesn’t take long for the girls to emerge from the back room you’d previously seen the two aggressive men get taken into. They make a beeline for the bar, all of them grinning and batting their eyelashes at their boss as they greet him. Aiko slides behind the bar to take over, listening closely as Akkun brings her up to speed on all the guests and picking up exactly where he left off. 

 You watch as he talks with all his girls, complimenting the show he barely watched, touching waists and elbows as he converses. There’s not a doubt in your mind that he’s fucking some if not all of them, and the idea makes your stomach sink a little, but there’s really no reason it should. You don’t know Akkun well at all, and you’re in no place to judge him for anything he does. If he has access and consent, there’s no reason why he shouldn’t indulge in these women who obviously like him. 

 Apparently, Akkun is a little greedy, though, because even as he’s surrounded by his pretty employees, his eyes keep flicking to you. You aren’t sure if it’s because he wants to keep talking with you, or if he just wants you to join in on all the fawning (not gonna happen even if you are tempted). It’s really the only thing that keeps you from leaving—his strange desire to give you attention even from afar. 

 That sinking feeling in your belly is accompanied by butterflies, the sensation growing when Aiko makes you another drink and looks between you and her boss with a little smile. 

 “You should go for it. He’s definitely interested.”

 “Pff,” you shake your head, cheeks heating up at the thought. “There’s no way. And besides, it looks like he’s gonna be kept busy for the rest of the night.”

 Aiko glances over to see Akkun with his arms around two of the girls, laughing and probably basking in the feeling of their hands on his chest and stomach.

 “Nah, that’s all image.”

 You don’t believe her at all. “You’re tellin’ me he isn’t sleeping with any of them?”

 “I didn’t say that,” she laughs. “I just know a lot of it has to do with business. Playboy bullshit. I don’t know how much he really gets out of it.”

 “Have you?” you can’t stop yourself from asking.

 “Once when I first started working here. It was good—really good—but I didn’t wanna make it a habit.”

 “You’re a pretty good wingman,” you comment. 

 Aiko rolls her eyes. “It’s not like I do this every night. It’s not in my contract or anything. Get the boss laid,” she snorts, “I just know you both want to, so, like, why not?”

 “You mean aside from the threat of disease and the raging insecurity?”

 “Girl,” she looks at you like she’s irritated, “You have nothing to be insecure about, okay? And, secondly, he’s clean. Otherwise he wouldn’t be fucking anyone.”

 “What a gentleman,” you say sarcastically.

 She wipes down the counter right next to you, matter-of-fact when she hits you with, “He really is, actually. Sendou is really nice, and pretty fucking generous in the bedroom, if I’m being honest.”

 The insinuation makes the space between your legs throb for a second, and you can’t stop your eyes from moving to him once again, lip pulled between your teeth when you find that he’s already staring at you. 

 Okay. Maybe this is something you should consider a little more. It would be pretty nice to totally let go for a night, allow yourself to get lost in someone else. And, Akkun is a very hot ‘someone else’. 

 “Yeah, think about it,” Aiko says with a wink. “You won’t be disappointed.”

 You’re pleasantly buzzed from the drinks, not anywhere near drunk but nice and warm with a slightly looser tongue. Emi eventually sends you the text you knew was coming—Leaving with someone. I’ll send the location when I get there—and it’s just in time for Akkun to finally break away from the gaggle of women and pace back over to you. 

 “Everything okay?” He asks when he sees you staring at your phone.

 “Hm? Oh, yeah. My friend just told me she was leaving with a guy, so…” You wonder if it’s too early to give it a shot, to bait Akkun into inviting you somewhere more private. It’s nearing one. The club will probably be closing in an hour, so should you just wait? Should you even try at all?

 “Well,” Akkun interrupts your inner dilemma, suddenly leaning against the bar and crossing his arms over his chest. “The way I see it, you’ve got two options.”

 “Oh, do I?” You toy with the little straw in your glass and gaze up at him through your eyelashes. When Akkun licks his lips, you try not to look too excited. It’s all coming back to you now—just how to flirt, how to sell yourself.  

 "Yeah. You can either let me call you a cab and go home, wondering what could've happened tonight," he starts, holding out a finger as if to count, and damn, your face is already hot, "Or, you can follow me upstairs, and we can get to know each other a little better."

 The shine in his eyes is enough to tell you he's trying to stay polite about it, but you know what going with him means. 

 "Get to know each other, huh?" 

 He nods, grinning warmly even with that innuendo dancing in his gaze. 

 "It's up to you. No hard feelings if you just wanna leave."

 "No, I—" The two syllables you suddenly blurt out surprise even you, and you have to blink a couple times before laughing and shaking your head at yourself. "I'll come with you," you finish, adding a clarifying, "Upstairs," once you see Akkun's lips twitch in amusement.

 You start to dig in your purse for your wallet, but Akkun waves a hand and looks at Aiko, tells her, "Put it on the spill tab," then begins leading you away with a gentle hand on your back. 

 Past all the moving bodies and through those ominous double doors, Akkun grabs your hand as the lights dim to nearly nothing. There are people in this back room, shrouded in an indigo UV glow where they sit in plush chairs that surround a narrow stage. A young girl is dancing, swinging herself skillfully around a chrome pole as all eyes remain fixed on her. All except for Akkun's. 

 He doesn't stop or hesitate, just keeps walking until he reaches yet another door, and after twisting a key in a lock he must know by muscle memory, he guides you down a hallway then up a set of stairs until you finally come upon what you assume is his apartment. 

 "Just can't get away from work, can you?" you tease, slipping your shoes off just as he does, making sure they're out of the way. 

 "I like to keep an eye on things, so it's easier to stay close," he replies easily. 

 You let your eyes wander and are relieved when Akkun actually offers, "Want the tour?" 

 Most men try to mount you as soon as the front door closes, think it's heady and passionate and hot, but mostly, being slammed up against a wall by a near stranger is just overwhelming.

 So, this is nice. Akkun is nice. 

 "It's not a sprawling manor or anything," he snickers, "But I figure it might be nice for you to know where the bathroom is."

 "Definitely give me the tour," you agree, trying not to sink too deeply into the wasteland that is your newly smitten brain—kind, witty, dreamy, oh no.

 It's definitely a home for socializing, pristine white couch and armchairs in the den with a glass table in the middle, unnecessarily large TV hanging on the wall between two abstract paintings. The kitchen is spotless, and you can't tell if it's because Akkun is meticulous when cleaning or because he hardly uses it. You have a feeling it's the latter. The island bar has three stools lined up, the black of the leather contrasting with the quartz countertop, and sitting side by side on top are a coffee maker and a cocktail mixer set. 

 "Is the bathroom this polished too?" you play with a raised eyebrow. 

 "It's disgusting, actually," Akkun replies airily, starting toward the back of the apartment. "If the grime isn't enough to turn you away, the Mickey Mouse shower curtain will be."

 It's an obvious joke as he opens the door to reveal sparkling facilities, shower curtain in fact not sporting a cartoon mouse and instead decorated with simple gray lines. 

 "I'm a little disappointed, actually. I feel like having Mickey's huge black eyes on you while bathing would be kinda comforting."

 Akkun laughs, a deep, genuine melody that makes your heart flutter. 

 "Six-year-old me would not agree."

 "No?"

 "He's probably why I have all the issues I do today."

 "Love a man with baggage," you joke. 

 With the atmosphere being as easy-going as it is between the two of you, you don't mind when Akkun takes your hand and prompts, "Bedroom?" adding a cheeky little, "There's an aquarium in there if you find that sort of thing enticing."

 "Better not be getting my hopes up like you did with the shower curtain."

 "Promise I'm not."

 The room is swathed in blues save for the dark wooden dresser and bed frame. True to his word, there is an impressive aquarium that spans the length of an entire wall, lit up on the inside to reveal a handful of beautiful fish as well as live plants and reefs. 

 Akkun doesn't seem to mind you padding over the soft carpet to look closer, spotting a flame angelfish, a spiny lionfish, a marine betta, and a couple of clownfish. 

 "They're beautiful," you say, trying to tell the colorful creatures as much as you’re telling the man who owns them. 

 He’s sitting on the edge of the bed now, hunched over as he watches you, and despite both of you being fully clothed, you still feel pure want rush over you when you turn to look at him. 

 So, that’s it. Enough with the pretty fish. 

 Trying to channel all the confidence you’ve built over the course of the evening, you saunter over to Akkun, hoping the sway of your hips isn’t too much. His eyes stay glued to your figure, lips parting like he wants to say something, but words must fail him because all he ends up doing is sitting up straight and reaching out for you. 

 “The whole place is beautiful, actually,” you say, easing yourself into his lap, thighs on either side of his. 

 “Glad you like it.”

 It’s the last line spoken before he tilts your face down to his, lips meeting in a kiss that’s simply exploratory at first but quickly turns to something much more heated. 

 You trail your fingers over the sharp line of his jaw, able to feel the very beginnings of stubble under them the same way you can feel it gently scratching against your chin and the edges of your mouth. It isn't uncomfortable, just added texture—texture that will feel even better between your thighs. 

 Calm down, you admonish yourself. You aren't the only one getting excited, though. You can feel Akkun's cock hardening, pressing against you through his sweats and your jeans. You grind down on it, pulling a groan from him before he parts your lips with his tongue. 

 His hand wraps around the back of your neck, making you shiver, and he holds you to him as he lays back on his bed. 

 You have better leverage like this, can move the way you want to, knees digging into the mattress as you slowly rock on top of him. 

 Akkun's grip travels to your waist until his thumbs are digging into the hollows of your hip bones, and you gasp into the kiss then nip at his lower lip. 

 For a long while all you do is this: writhe and pant with traveling hands and tangling tongues until Akkun's patience snaps and he rolls both of you over. 

 He strips off his shirt, and you're shameless as you admire more of his body, the rigid planes of his chest and stomach, the ink on his shoulders and the two tiny pieces under his left clavicle—a small and fading dark gold sauwastika and an outline of a pair of scissors. 

 You recognize the Buddhist symbol, more or less stolen by a well-known gang in the area, and you figure that yes, that's why Akkun's full name is slightly familiar. Sendou Atsushi. You've heard it before in affiliation with Toman, the group that's hard not to hear about these days. 

 You ignore that design, though, instead brushing over the scissors and ask, "What are these for?" 

 He hums, covering your wandering hand with his and bringing it to his mouth to kiss your knuckles. 

 "Wanted to be a hairdresser before all this," he tells you in a distracted voice, sitting back on his heels to work your shirt up over your stomach, but even with the newly exposed skin, he continues his explanation, "I don't wanna forget what life was like back when I had that dream." Another kiss is placed just above your navel, and it makes your muscles contract, or maybe it's his next admission that affects you so viscerally. "Don't wanna forget what I was like."

 Part of you wants to pry, wants to know what you might be getting into by sleeping with him, but it's probably nothing. He's just a club owner, right? And, he can't be that bad, not when he's treating you like you're something precious to him, like he's known you for longer than a couple of hours. 

 He's very generous in the bedroom, you remember Aiko telling you. 

 Now, you believe her. 

 Because his mouth is insistent and everywhere, making your back arch and your legs spread. Akkun is overwhelming in the best way, not like the desperate romps where men don't know where to touch. No, he is precise, may as well have your erogenous zones memorized as he gently scratches down the small of your back and turns to kiss the wrist next to his face. 

 Your skin broke out in goosebumps long ago, overheated and overstimulated, and you nearly whimper when he starts slowly working your pants down your legs. 

 As soon as they're on the floor next to the bed, Akkun has his face between your thighs, mouthing over your little thong, wetting the material until it's sticking to your folds.

 "Fu—please, please—" you beg, not sure if you've ever wanted someone this bad in your life. Sure, you've been attracted to guys before, have grown warm at the sight of one or two and even had stellar sex with a few, but Akkun is just—

 Maybe it's the risk. Maybe it's the tattoos. Maybe it's the way he's watched you all night. Whatever the case, you are burning for him. 

 "I've got you, babydoll, don't worry," he murmurs before asking, "How attached are you to these?" snapping the elastic of your underwear against your hip. 

 Before you even stop shaking your head, he's ripping them right where that elastic meets the flimsy fabric that covers your pelvis, and the action makes you moan.

 Thong out of the way, Akkun runs his lips over your inner thighs, then mumbles a quiet, "Pretty little pussy," as he uses his thumbs to spread you open. 

 You're trembling, hole clenching in anticipation, and when you feel his tongue against you, you have to literally bite your palm to keep from shouting. 

 You're sensitive, more than you usually are, you think. It's been a while since you've gotten laid, but you think it has more to do with how wound up he's got you, the coil in your stomach already so tight. You aren't close to an orgasm, but you are close to falling apart. 

 The pad of his finger rubs slow circles over your swelling clit, and that action alone has your muscles loosening for him, turns you into a puddle on his bedspread as your toes curl. 

 Licking into you, Akkun groans, the hand he has wrapped around your thigh tightening just enough to notice. As you predicted, his stubble feels nice, though it does make you cry out when he nods his head, chin gliding over the bundle of nerves he's been toying with. It just makes the return of his finger feel better though, your legs shaking where they rest over his shoulders. 

 His hair is buzzed too short to really grab onto it, so you scratch his scalp, keeping his face buried in your cunt like the greedy slut he's apparently turned you into, but Akkun doesn't seem to mind, not as he laps at your dripping hole, tongue flicking over your slickness. 

 He's able to pull back just enough to tell you, "Need to stretch you out, baby," before slipping a finger past your entrance, and you keen for him, head thrown back as one of your legs slips from his back. It allows you to spread yourself wider, brain shutting down as Akkun pumps the digits in and out of your pussy, pressing against gummy walls in a way that makes your eyes roll into the back of your head. 

 All you feel is heat, all you want is him, the only coherent thought left in your head. Want, want, want, please, please please.

 Another finger is added, and he twirls both in circles, slowly working you open as he sucks your clit, and everything starts tightening—everything starts burning so deliciously, you have to warn him, wide eyed and fervent, "Akkun, Akkun, I'm about to—"

 He cuts you off with a groan, sucking just a little harder, pushing just a little deeper until you unravel in the palm of his hand. The waves come crashing, intoxicating as they threaten to drown you, and Akkun carries you through it, his tongue soft against you now, fingers slow and shallow. 

 Glancing down at him, you can tell he's grinning by the crease of his eyes, eventually showing the rest of his glistening face when he lifts up enough to rest his chin on your leg. 

 "Anyone ever tell you, you make a cute little surprised face right before you come?" 

 You laugh, letting your head fall back as you reach for him in hopes to draw him up for a messy kiss. 

 "Can't say anyone has," you mumble, pleased when he starts crawling back up your body. 

 Once he's level with you, you pull his face down to yours, tasting yourself on his lips and tongue and lifting up to press your chest to his. 

 It gives Akkun enough room to reach out and unclasp the bra you still haven't taken off, still murmuring about your allegedly cute face and how, "Your jaw drops a little and your eyebrows raise like you're worried or scared or somethin'."

 "Don't make fun," you pout, choking down a whine when he starts playing with one of your pebbled nipples. 

 "Not making fun," he chuckles. "If anything it just makes me wanna fuck you more. Wanna see it again."

 You hiss saliva back from your teeth when he leans down to take the other bud into his mouth, holding it so gingerly between teeth as he speaks around it, "'m I gonna hurt you if I do?" 

 "No," You answer on the tail end of a gasp. "No, please—please fuck me."

 He tongues over your nipples for a bit longer before initiating another hungry kiss, then slides off the bed to take off his pants. 

 Again, you're not subtle as you stare, admiring the pretty cock now presented to you. Pale like the rest of him but a mouthwatering shade of pink at his flared head. Pre is oozing from his tip, actually beginning to drip down toward the floor, and you lick your lips, rolling to get closer in hopes of—

 "You don't have to tonight, but hopefully another time." 

 It may as well fall on deaf ears because you look up at him with what you know are big doe eyes and plead, "Just a taste?" 

 You actually witness Akkun's pupils dilate, like he's never had someone request this from him, never had a girl beg to suck his cock which absolutely cannot be true—not while you know that he gets around and definitely not when you know how pretty said cock is. 

 "Y-yeah, okay," he huffs, stepping closer to the bed so that you can wrap your hand around him. 

 All you do is suck on his tip—it's all he really lets you do, watching through hooded eyes as you lap at him like a kitten, and you may as well be one, absolutely dumb and desperate for him, swirling your tongue over the tiny hole he just keeps dripping from. 

 With a regretful groan, he guides you off of him after just a few seconds then leans over to a bedside table to grab a condom. You're glad you don't have to convince him to use one, yet you also wonder what it would feel like to take him raw, to let him fill you—

 Akkun pushes you onto your back only to pull you to the edge of the bed, and you suck in a deep breath as he rubs himself up and down your slit, the glide smooth between your lips and hot as he begins pushing in. 

 You're still sensitive from your previous orgasm, walls puffy with arousal, but fuck does it feel good to have the weight of his cock inside of you. Once his hips are settled against the swell of your ass, Akkun pauses and breathes, and now you get to see his face, the furrow of his eyebrows and the way his lips part. 

 Without pulling out, he gives a short thrust, and his tip presses against that spot you always cross your fingers a man can find, now dangerously engorged from the way he fucked you with his fingers earlier. 

 You sit up on your elbows, staring down at where you're connected before raising your gaze to his just in time for him to pull his hips back and push back in slowly. 

 "Shi—fuck, you feel good," he groans, and you realize his hands are shaking where they're holding your thighs. If you were in a different headspace, one where you could actually think, you’d find it strange, but for now you just enjoy the fact that he seems as flooded with sensation as you are. 

 You wiggle on the bed, hoping for more friction until Akkun gets the idea and starts moving a little more. He’s still slow but steadier now, building a rhythm that pushes little sounds from you with every inward thrust until he’s finally fucking into you with force. 

 The slap of skin-on-skin is like music to your ears, your sloppy pussy squelching for him as your walls cling to his thick cock. He’s pulling you down to meet him, fingertips possibly bruising your flesh, but it doesn’t matter. The only thing that matters is Akkun and the way he’s taking you, the way he’s grunting and stuttering, “Wanted you—soon as I saw you walk in—s-saw you on the cameras and—fuck, fuck—”

 “Had to shoot—your shot?” you tease through a moan, flattered by his sex-fueled confession.

 “I really did,” he laughs, but he still looks a little wrecked, neck and chest a deep shade of blush that almost matches his hair. “Glad I did.”

 You tug him down then, changing the angle so that it isn’t quite as intense, but the deep kiss you share with him is. His short breaths into your mouth make your head swim, and you clutch at his back, wrapping your legs around his waist and squeezing like you want him closer. 

 You’re both slick with sweat, and the nonexistent spaces between your legs are even more slippery, aiding in the fluid glide as you hit your melting point, turning to liquid in Akkun’s grasp and heating him until he joins you.

 Loose-limbed and longing for release, you move the way your bodies tell you to, scratching and palming, grinding and writhing, and this—you think this is how strangers fall in love because you cannot get enough of him. Even pressed together, you want more.

 It’s hard to say how long that lasts, the mindless fucking, the moaning and grunting and begging. Akkun has his face buried in your neck, has been working a mark into your skin for what feels like forever until his hips begin to falter.

 “Can you come again?” he huffs, and as if to answer his own question, he reaches to toy with your clit, wet from the stream of squirt that’s been dribbling from you almost since this all started. “Think you can,” he states, “One more, gimme one more before I come.”

 You nod, silent as your mouth opens, that molten feeling returning to your gut and building quickly until you seize up and sob when Akkun doesn’t let up or slow down. Clumsy now, he presses his hips hard against you and swears as he comes. He gives a few more of those short, deep thrusts, milking himself into the condom before huffing and falling to his forearms.

 Akkun stares where he hovers over you, blinking slowly and letting a soft smile grow on his face, one that creeps onto your own, and then you’re kissing him again, trying not to move too much because every little flutter of your pussy makes him grunt and shiver. 

 You bite back a whine when he eventually pulls out, feeling very empty and a little cold without his weight in and around you. He disposes of the condom in a small trash can then holds a hand out to help you up, asking, “Wanna rinse off with me?” 

 You can't help but giggle at the way his words are slightly slurred like he’s drunk off of you. 

 “Absolutely.”

 Your knees are weak, too weak to stand up straight under the spray of hot water, so you spend most of the shower leaning against Akkun, back to his toned chest until you absolutely can’t wait any longer to clean yourself a little more thoroughly. 

 His invitation to stay the rest of the night (morning, really) doesn’t surprise you, and you are all too happy to collapse into the bed next to him, clad in one of his shirts and a pair of boxers.

 “I sleep cold,” you warn him, snuggling into his side when he throws an arm around you. 

 “We work out well then,” he hums, “I give off heat like a radiator.” 

 Neither of you are able to stay awake for long, but in the time you are conscious, you ask him a few more questions. 

 "Why didn’t the hairdresser thing work out?”

 He points to the tattoo on his chest and confirms what you already assumed: “Joined Toman.”

 You’re not judging. Gangs have always been prevalent in these areas. You’re sure you’ve run into many members from many different groups without even realizing. 

 “Why?” 

 Akkun shrugs sleepily. “Friends, mostly. Plus, I was just an… aggressive kid,” he snickers. “Just seemed natural to join, I guess.”

 “Mm. You still close with ‘em?”

 You’re happy to see his smile again. 

 “Still my best friends, yeah.” 

 Kind and loyal. You’ve fallen too hard too fast. 

 You doze off like that, held close to him, sapping him of all of his warmth then waking up to an alarm a few hours later. 

 “Shit, sorry,” Akkun apologizes, voice thick with sleep as he grapples along the bedside table. He raises his phone to stare at the screen, and you see that it's displaying a caller, not a timer. He mutters a short, “Fuck,” under his breath then tells you, “Quiet, okay?” which might offend you if you were a little more awake, but you’re more than content to stay exactly how you are.

 Akkun has a very stunted conversation with someone. All you really hear is, “Yeah… Sorry, just waking up… Yeah… Yeah, that’s fine… See you soon.”

 After pressing the ‘end call’ button, he puts the phone back on the bedside table then strokes your head and calls out a quiet, “We gotta get moving, okay?”

 "Someone important?" you mumble. 

 "Unfortunately."

 Still drowsy, you slide out of bed, yawning as you change into your own clothes, humming when you feel Akkun's hands on you, a kiss on your shoulder. 

 "I didn't wanna say bye like this, but…"

 "I can give you my number and we can try again," you offer with a hopeful smile. 

 He clicks his tongue then nods, "Yes," and grabs his phone again, pulling up a contact page and handing it to you. You try not to think about how many other girls he's done this with, how long the list is in his phone, but even if there were thousands, you just might give him a pass. It's those soft eyes, that curve to his lips, the way he touched you so perfectly just hours ago. 

 You'd let him get away with a lot. 

 Once everything is entered, you give him his phone back then walk with him into the front to retrieve your purse and shoes. The trek downstairs is silent but not awkward, his hand on your back comforting, like maybe he'll actually call you soon. 

 He says he will when you reach the back door to his club, lifting your chin with a hooked finger so that he can kiss you one last time. You want to hold onto him, want to get lost in him again, but you can't right now, not when the sound of a key turning in the lock reaches your ears. 

 Akkun breaks away from you with a frown then sighs and tells you, "You know what, just go through the front," and you get the idea that whoever is on the other side of this door, Akkun doesn't want them seeing you. 

 You're curious, but there's no way you're going to argue with him. His decision could be based on shame—a thought that makes your stomach sink—or it could be based on your safety—a thought that makes it sink even further. 

 He ushers you behind him and stands in the doorway just in time for it to open, and as you skitter through the room that had been blacklit the night before, you hear Akkun greet, "Was just about to step out to meet you," a little too brightly. 

 Just as you reach the door that leads to the club's main area, you chance a glance over your shoulder, eyes landing on a man dressed to the nines with styled blond hair and glinting silver glasses. 

 He scopes you out immediately and you shiver as you turn the knob, barely making out his question, "Am I interrupting something?" 

 "No, no," Akkun laughs. "You know me, just morning-after goodbyes."

 The door closes behind you, and you're relieved because it means Akkun can't see the pained look on your face. 

 You shouldn't be hurt, though. You knew going into it how casual he is with sex, were told how casual he is. It's just that you felt a genuine connection with him last night. 

 Maybe he's just that good. Or, maybe you're just that dumb. 

 You'll be fine, you tell yourself as you slip into your car. In a few days, this will be nothing but a memory, just a questionable decision that just happened to lead to some really, really good sex. You'll get over it. 

 You've nearly convinced yourself by the time you pull into your apartment complex—you're young, you're hot, and last night proved you can still get out there. There's nothing to be ashamed of. That's confidence, is what that is. That's self-actualization. That's—

 You scramble when your phone buzzes in the cupholder, nearly dropping it on the floorboard as you swipe to read the new message from an unknown number. 

 >> That was the big bossman that just came by. Didn't want you two getting acquainted. Hope I didn't ruin my chances by shooing you away like that 

 Your heart settles in your chest as you sigh, too giddy for your own damn good. 

 << definitely did not. I appreciate you looking out. 

 The next text is nearly instantaneous, and it brings a painfully wide smile to your face. 

 >> Cool. So when can I see you next? 

#akkun x reader #sendou atsushi x reader #atsushi sendou x reader #tokyo rev x reader #tokyo rev fanfic #tokyo revengers fanfic #i love him so fucking much yall dont understand

[hanemiso]

tokrev boys going to a haunted house with their s/o (pt. 2)

-> part 1 (kazutora, hanma, draken, baji, chifuyu)

a/n: i had fun with the last one so i wanted to make a part 2!! :D i hope you enjoy hehe,,,also i’m posting this right before performing a skit in japanese someone pls kill me

genre: crack

characters: kawata “angry” souya, kawata “smiley” nahoya, mitsuya takashi, sendou “akkun” atsushi, yamagishi kazushi

warnings: swearing

— kawata “angry” souya

the actors tend not to try to scare him since his expression isn’t exactly one of fear,,, but as soon as one actor pops up in his face, souya is hiding behind you with a shriek. you’re nervous that he might cry, but it’s not concern for souya necessarily, it’s for what will happen to the actors once he sheds the tears. for the duration of the attraction, you let him wrap his arms around your waist as you also resign to gripping onto his shoulders. you’re the jumpy couple the actors target 🧍

— kawata “smiley” nahoya

pushes you in front of all the actors and enjoys every second of your screams. nahoya isn’t scared of the haunted attraction, but he knows you are, which is what makes this so fun! he holds onto your shoulders from behind and pushes you in the direction of the actors, laughing at each of your shrill screams. he was having so much fun listening to you lose your shit that he didn’t even notice the actor following close behind. when the actor bangs on the wall next to nahoya’s head, he actually jumps and lets out a scream, causing you to scream too. you can’t help but laugh at his karma, though.

— mitsuya takashi

this man is just straight up not scared 🧍he walks through like it’s a stroll in the park; actors screaming in his face and he has no reaction. he holds your hand the entire time, leading you through. he knows you’re scared shitless, and although he can’t understand what’s so scary about it, he squeezes your hand reassuringly and chuckles at your screams. this is in the parking lot of a grocery store, how scary can it be? he scoffs in the actors faces when he remembers this, but all chuckles run silent when he encounters dolls.

— sendou “akkun” atsushi

listen, he didn’t want to go in the first place. YOU did. he went because you forced him gave him the puppy dog eyes and he just couldn’t say no. god, does he hate every minute of it tho. he’s not the most jumpy person but he tenses up a lot. he’ll tighten his grip on your hand whenever there’s a jumpscare, you’re pretty sure you’re about to lose your hand. the only thing that crosses a line for akkun is when they snarl or growl in his ear; mans will straight up take off running, forget he’s in a haunted house, and just run straight into a wall. he made you promise not to tell anyone, but the giant bump on his forehead is enough to tell the whole story.

— yamagishi kazushi

seriously, why would you bring yamagishi to a haunted attraction? he’s your problem to deal with now. he’s hella scared; not only that but it only took one jumpscare for him to fart into submission. this man farts when he’s scared/nervous. will i ever let this go? no, i will not. he is so jumpy, but he’s the type to hide in your back and scream, which just attracts more attention to you both. when you both make it out, he makes you promise not to tell makoto that he almost pissed himself.

taglist: @bakugosfieryasshole @sonder-paradise @aruhappy @erishaitto @nullified-kiss @chifuyu-whisperer

#anime #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers x you #tokyo revengers x y/n #tokrev x reader #tokrev x you #tokrev x y/n #souya kawata x reader #angry x reader #nahoya kawata x reader #smiley x reader #mitsuya x reader #mitsuya takashi x reader #akkun x reader #sendou atsushi x reader #yamagishi x reader #yamagishi kazushi x reader

[titan-fodder]

Pairing: Akkun x Reader

Rating: E (explicit mdni)

Count: 4.8k

Tags/Warnings: cis-fem reader, established relationship, fluff, oral (f!receiving), slight edging, cockwarming, some exhibition (doing the deed while gaming with friends), very very mild anal play, slight overstimulation, dirty talk, 'baby' and 'babydoll' as pet names (also calling akkun 'kuni' even though he already goes by a nickname)

A/N: guess whose birthday it is 😌♥️ would like to celebrate him every day cause he deserves it, but today is especially important. ennjoy~

The look the flower shop owner gives you when you tell her the pretty bouquet you’re holding is for your fiancé makes you roll your eyes. 

 She lets out a condescending little laugh and tells you, “Men don’t appreciate this stuff the way we do, honey. He should be buying you flowers.”

 “What does it matter to you so long as they’re being bought?” you fire back, choking down the rest of the lecture that’s quickly forming on your tongue because who is she to judge? She doesn’t know a damn thing about your relationship, isn’t even positive your fiancé is, in fact, a man, yet here she is assuming and—

 You spare the obviously bitter woman from any more of your irritation, just shaking your head and saying, “Anyway, thank you. They’re beautiful,” before turning on your heel and walking out the door. 

 The air outside is crisp, a little too chilly for your liking, but it’s okay. You’re not about to let it ruin your day just like you won’t let that ignorant hag ruin it. 

 Because today is special. Today is one of your favorite days out of the entire year. Today is Akkun’s birthday. 

 Twenty-nine and handsome as ever, you absolutely cannot wait to spoil him this evening. He went into the salon a little earlier than usual for the purpose of getting out sooner, knowing you have plans for the two of you even though you haven’t explicitly said anything about it. 

 He’d rolled his eyes this morning when you’d insisted there would be no surprises, bending to kiss you where you still laid in bed then murmured, “I know you. And, I know you have surprises.”

 He’s not wrong, but you have made the effort to tone it down a little this year. Akkun assured you last month that the fancy dinners weren’t necessary, no more expensive watches or clippers or signed vinyls.

 “Simple. Just you and me,” he told you.

 You can do that. As much as you’d love to shower him with everything he enjoys, you understand his request, the same one you make around your birthday and Christmas time when you beg him not to buy you anything too pricey—no more gemstone jewelry, no more VIP concerts. 

 It’s not that you can’t afford it (though it does put a strain on your shared bank account). It’s just not vital to your relationship anymore. 

 “All I need is you, love.” And, all you need is him.

 He won’t be home for about an hour, so after putting the lovely bouquet in a vase and setting it on the small dining room table, you begin to tidy up a bit, putting dishes away, sweeping the kitchen, and vacuuming the bedroom. The last thing you do before hopping in the shower for a quick rinse is call in to Akkun’s favorite takeout place, ordering each of your usual dishes.

 Your shower is short, hair ties and kept mostly dry as you focus on freshening up and shaving, and by the time you’re toweling off, you hear the front door open and close, the familiar sounds of Akkun shedding his coat and kicking off his shoes, then calling out, “Baby?”

 “In here!”

 He pops his head in just in time to see you pulling on one of the oddly comfy thongs he bought you a while ago, his lips lifting in a mischievous smirk when he walks further into the bathroom and greets, “Hey you,” while reaching for your hips. 

 With a little giggle, you give him a chaste kiss then push him gently, mumbling, “Don’t even have a shirt on yet.”

 “I noticed that actually,” he chuckles, wiggling his eyebrows, but he does give you room to pull a t-shirt over your head—his t-shirt, of course. It falls just over the curve of your backside, but you have no intention of putting any pants on, well aware of how much your fiancé enjoys your ass—squeezing it, slapping it, really any form of contact. Walking around half naked isn’t exactly a rarity for you, but when you do, you typically wear underwear that offers better coverage, so this is a very tiny, low effort treat.

 “Miya’s should be getting here in a few minutes,” you tell Akkun as you slip past him out of the bathroom, grinning when you feel the little spank you've been expecting.

 “Fuck yes,” he follows you. “My favorite place.”

 “I know it is.”

 You ask about his day as you shuffle around the bedroom, straightening blankets, trying to be inconspicuous as you place a new bottle of lube on your nightstand and plug in your vibrator to charge. 

 Akkun grins as he speaks, watching you closely and giving you no room for that subtlety. 

 He had a cranky kid in the chair this morning, then a lady who asked for a style that her hair length and volume made nearly impossible to replicate. He shaved spiderwebs into the side of a teenager’s head and bleached a girl’s bangs. 

 “And the rest were just little trims,” he sighs where he’s now laying back on the mattress. “Same shit, different day, you know?”

 “Yeah, I feel you. I wish you’d had the day off with me, though.”

 He hums and sits up, agreeing, “I do too, but I got off early. The sun’s gonna set soon, but that doesn’t mean the night’s over.”

 “Oh, it’s only getting started," you say, throwing an exaggerated wink his way.

 “Like the sound of that,” he chuckles.

 He allows you to pull him off the bed and lead him back into the front of the apartment, and as you step by the dining room, you ask, “Did’ja see the flowers I got you?”

 Head snapping to where you gesture, he releases a barely audible, “Aw,” then kisses your temple. “I didn’t. They’re so pretty.”

 "'m glad you think so," you try not to beam up at him, but it's hard. He just makes you so—you could stare at him all day, like a smitten school girl. All it takes is his smile.

 "The lady at the shop was kind of a cunt, but—"

 Akkun snorts as he reaches out to toy with a soft petal. "Damn, that bad?" 

 "Just ignorant, all 'he won't appreciate these, he's a man', and I came so close to tearing her apart, but I did not."

 "Mm," his lips turn up, and he pulls you a little closer. "My fighty baby."

 "Can't help it. It's in my blood."

 "I know. I love it. And, I relate."

 Yeah, you muse, recalling the story of how he literally almost stabbed someone at the ripe age of thirteen. And, he calls you fighty. 

 "Anyway. Worth putting up with if you like 'em," you say. 

 "I do. I really do."

 There's a knock at the door, and your posture goes rigid before you demand, "You get it. I don't have pants on," sticking your tongue out as you scamper back into the bedroom. 

 Akkun laughs and shakes his head. "Is it paid for?" 

 "Of course! What kinda person makes someone pay for food on their birthday?"

 He shrugs then opens the door and greets the delivery man, taking the paper bags from him then sending him off with a wave and a smile. 

 Making quick work of setting everything out on the table, Akkun can easily tell what's for him (two rice balls and tofu noodle soup) and what's for you (rice bowl with a side of tempura shrimp). While he's divvying up napkins and cheap, wooden chopsticks, you grab tea for the both of you, setting the glasses down before plopping into your chair. 

 "This was a good idea, I have good ideas," you nod to yourself. 

 Akkun pats your head before sitting down, halfway between fond and condescendingly placating, but then he winks and thanks you. 

 "See, this is good," he tells you, unwrapping his onigiri. "This is all I need for my birthday."

 "Mhm," you look down at your bowl, "Yeah," grab your chopsticks, "So, about that."

 Heather eyes flick up to meet yours, narrowed skeptically. 

 "What did you do?" 

 "Nothing big! Just a couple more little surprises."

 Akkun looks unimpressed. "Called it."

 "I promise they're not outrageous."

 After taking his first bite, Akkun waves a hand. "Let's see 'em."

 You giggle, pleased with yourself despite all his eye rolling, and hop back into the bedroom to retrieve two boxes. They're roughly the same size, but only one of them is wrapped. 

 Akkun laughs when he sees the hair dye, taking it from you and speaking around the food in his mouth, "Okay, yeah, I need this."

 You would have bought a bleach kit too, but you know he prefers having one of the stylists at the salon do that part for him. He really just needs a root touch-up anyway, the very beginnings of his natural black just barely showing through his carmine curls. If you weren't giving him the dye now, you have no doubt he would go out and buy it within the next couple of days. 

 "Thank you, baby."

 "Mhm, mhm, now the next one," you point, rocking back and forth on your feet, a little nervous about it just because it's sort of a useless knick-knack, not really good for anything other than being looked at, but when you saw it online, you immediately thought of your fiancé. 

 Akkun slides a finger under the fold of wrapping paper and tears, then lets out a surprised little noise that makes you want to clap your hands in glee. 

 "I know it's sort of a dust-collector item, but I thought maybe you could, like, put it on your nightstand or maybe your little counter at work," you ramble until he grabs your hand and squeezes. 

 "It's awesome." His smile is broad as he displays the gift to you like you've never seen it before. "Elvis' pink Cadillac—pocket edition!"

 You let him pull you partially into his lap, hand pressing against your lower back as he puts the unboxed model on the table then cranes his neck for a kiss. 

 “Thank you, babydoll."

 You sigh into him, head starting to swim. "Of course. It was hard not going all out, but I figure the practical gift makes up for the kitschy one."

 "Not kitschy," he kisses your collarbone through your shirt. "Cute."

 Both of you get back to eating, making more small talk as you do. You're very glad you went with the rice bowl, satisfying but not in a way that makes you feel bloated or uncomfortably full. You picked it for a reason. 

 "So, what are your plans tonight?" 

 You know there's a chance he invited friends over or possibly got pestered into going out for drinks later in the evening. It may be a Thursday, but Kazushi and Makoto are always looking for a reason to get fucked up. 

 Thankfully, though, "I was gonna play Destiny with Takemichi and Takuya for a little while if that's okay, like, if you don't have anything—"

 "No, no," you wave, "That gives me time to chill and play Stardew or something."

 "Okay, cool. I don't wanna play all night or anything, but I know Takemichi's been wanting to hang out, so he said we could party online."

 You laugh. That definitely sounds like that little loser nerd you can't help but like. 

 "Isn't he, like, not good at video games?" 

 Akkun shrugs, "He can be, but uh… a lot of times when we play, Hina joins him if you know what I mean, and that's when he starts sucking."

 "You mean when she starts sucking," you snicker and Akkun nods. "All jokes aside, that sounds kinda hot."

 He raises an eyebrow. "Hina giving Takemichi a blowjob?" 

 "No—I mean, yes. Just, like, her doing that when he's online with friends. Annoying that y'all have to deal with it, but don't you think it's at least a little sexy?"

 "Oh, yeah, definitely. The amount of times I've thought about you doing that or warming my cock while I play—"

 The space between your legs pulses, and with that, you know exactly what’s on the itinerary for the rest of the night. 

 "Oh, really?" 

 Akkun rests his chin in his palm, staring at you with slowly darkening eyes. He hums in confirmation, lips turning up in a subtle smirk. 

 "Guess we'll just have to make that fantasy a reality then," you play, sitting back in your chair and matching his gaze. 

 You may have just eaten but your appetite is only growing. 

 And, apparently the same can be said for Akkun because once you clear the table of leftovers and trash, he has you hanging off the edge of it, spread wide with your thong pulled to the side as he eats your pussy like he didn't just get finished eating dinner. 

 Legs bent at the knee, toes curling, you groan and tangle fingers in his hair, trying not to buck into his face, but fuck, fuck—

 His tongue is warm and slick against you, inside you, tracing your hole and licking at what he can reach, and once you’re wet enough, he slides a finger past that ring of muscle, humming when you moan his name. You jerk when you feel his teeth on your clit, gentle as he nibbles at the sensitive bud before sucking it between his lips. 

 The table is unforgiving as your back arches, shoulder blades digging into it the further you push, but pain aside, it isn’t long until you’re dripping onto the polished wood, the surface growing wet and slippery beneath your ass. You don't imagine you'll be needing the lube or the toy you pulled from your bedside drawer earlier. 

 “Okay, fuck, Kuni—”

 “Hm?” He shakes his head slowly, rubbing between your folds and making you dig your fingers deeper in his hair. 

 “Enough, it’s—mm—enough, want you, please.”

 “You can have me, baby,” he mumbles, spreading you with two fingers so that he has perfect access to place a kiss on your clit. “Just gotta sit on my cock while I relax some.” Another soft peck that makes your hips twitch. “Can you do that?”

 Brows knit together in a frown, you nod. As much as you want to fuck him, you can wait. You can be a good little doll for him, a good little cockwarmer. You’d be lying if you said the idea didn’t get you hot.

 Akkun gives you a few more licks then pulls your skimpy underwear down your legs to make things a bit easier. “You wanna go grab your Switch?” he asks once he straightens up. 

 “Yeah, I’ve got some mining to do.”

 You’re already a little foggy, drunk off lust, and there’s that subtle burn just below your gut, the feeling of edging up on release only for it to be taken away. It’ll be worth it, though. You have no doubt Akkun will take good care of you. He always does. 

 When you walk back out from the bedroom, small console in hand, you find your fiancé on the couch, bulky headphones around his neck as he clicks into different menus. He’s in nothing but his boxer briefs, and considering you were gone for literally three seconds, you have a feeling he stripped in a rush, just as eager as you are. 

 You toggle to your own start up menu as you walk over, eyes glued to the brightly lit screen, but you smile when you feel hands on your hips, guiding you until you’ve got your knees on either side of his thighs. Before you settle in all the way, Akkun pulls his flushed cock from the waistband of his boxers, revealing just how hard and desperate he is, fuck you want him now. 

 Lifting up a bit, you put your game down for just a moment, bracing one hand on his shoulder as he lines himself up. With hooded gazes locked, you begin to sink down, biting your lip when you feel that familiar stretch, that beautiful burn that makes you choke back a moan. You clench around him, getting used to the weight and girth of his cock just like you have to every other time you fuck, and once you’re fully seated on his thighs, you start to roll your hips. Akkun allows it for a few seconds before stopping you with a hand on your waist. 

 “Sit still now, baby,” he tells you, curling around you a bit further so that his chin rests on one of your shoulders and he’s holding his controller behind you. With a heavy sigh, you get in a similar position, shifting some when Akkun moves to tug his headphones up, but not before he kisses you one more time, uttering a mischievous, “Quiet, okay?”

 “I can be quiet,” you assure, rocking against him once more out of spite and grinning when he grunts, his eyes rolling for a split second. 

 “Rude.”

 “Can’t help it,” you tell him. “Feels good.”

 You’re not sure if he hears you with the headphones on, but it’s okay. He already knows the effect he has on you—the effect his cock has on you. Hearing that he makes you feel good would not be news to him considering you turn into a babbling mess every time he fucks you. 

 As soon as Akkun greets his friends, you clench around him, listening closely for any sort of strain in his voice and finding none. He’s good. He’s real good. Especially when he just barely lifts his hips from the couch. 

 Swallowing down a little squeak, you begin a new day in your game and hope you can focus at least a little bit so that you don’t waste too much time being distracted. You water crops, pick up an upgraded tool, do some mining, woo your crush, and then start it all over a few minutes later.

A portion of your brain (and a large portion, at that) is still focused on the way Akkun is filling you up, thick and hard and warm, nestled deep in your little pussy, unmoving. It’s simultaneously the most frustrating sensation and the most arousing. You’re absolutely positive there will be a mess of your slick soaking into his boxers and dripping down his thighs by the time you both move from this position. 

 You can’t make out what Takemichi or Takuya are saying through the headphones, but you can hear their quiet chatter, a louder laugh every once in a while. 

 And, Akkun chuckles and smiles too, seemingly unfazed, but you know that can’t be entirely true considering he’s still rock hard inside of you. Every once in a while, he’ll twitch, a tortuous little movement that makes you want to drop everything and ride him until you’re both seeing stars, but…

 He wants this. He wants to relax, wants to hang out with his friends, and while doing that, he wants to be buried inside you. You can accommodate that. It might drive you insane, but you can do it. 

 So, you go about your farming, complete every little mindless task, fluttering around his rigid cock and wishing for more friction. 

 “Michi, god dammit,” Akkun swears in exasperation, “Focus, dude.” As he speaks, he gives a sharp upward thrust that makes you shove your face into his neck, careful not to moan, especially when so close to his mic. 

 Whatever Takemichi did causes a pause in the game, and you sigh in relief when Akkun puts his controller down, brings a finger to his lips in warning, then starts fucking up into you, never quite pulling out but somehow still pushing in further. You bite down on his shoulder, trying desperately to match his rhythm, but he’s fast and rough until the screen must change and he stops moving altogether. 

 You keep grinding against him, though—his head nudging against your g-spot and making you break out into goosebumps as heat flares through your body. Akkun brushes his lips over your hair sweetly, but it’s only to soothe you when he squeezes your thigh in a silent demand for you to stop. 

 There’s a whine caught in your throat, so close to breaking free and alerting everyone of your current state, the way your mind is at war with your body. You want to make him happy, want to be his toy the way he wants you to be right now, but god dammit, you’re ready to move, ready to fuck, and ready to come. 

 The game picks back up. The guys chat. And, you try to clear your head and breathe even though you can feel slick dribbling from your cunt, can feel how swollen your neglected clit is, can definitely feel the way your legs are beginning to burn from being bent underneath you.

 Scythe, pick axe, sword, sell your shit, don’t move don’t move don’t move—give Shane beer, Harvey some coffee, oh look a festival, how nice, fuck fuck fuck—

 Akkun keeps talking to his friends, laughing and swearing, thumbs flying over the buttons of his controller as he gives out urgent orders. It’d be cute if you weren’t wound so tight. How long has it been? Judging by that ache in your thighs and the tingly feeling in your feet, you guess a fair amount of time has passed. You’ve played through several days in Stardew, so it’s not like it’s only been a few minutes.

 “Alright, guys,” he sighs at last, and you just might cry, already saving and clicking out of your game. “This has been great, but I’m gonna hang with my girl for the rest of the night.”

 The others bid him goodbye, and then Akkun is taking off his headphones, keeping a hand on your back to keep you secure as he leans forward to put them on the coffee table next to his controller. 

 For the first time in however long, he looks you in the eyes, pupils wide, and finally—finally—his voice sounds a little off when he asks, “Bedroom or right here?”

 “Right here,” you blurt, moving your hips before you even finish speaking. “Right here, please, please, Kuni, fuck me.”

 He does but not before maneuvering out of this position, uttering, “I know your legs must be sore, baby, lemme take you from behind.”

 Ass up, face pressed into the throw pillows, you beg and cry. Your pussy is swollen and sensitive from the excess blood flow, so wet and sloppy as he drives into you. You’re trembling, sucking spit back from your teeth to keep from drooling all over the fabric you’re against. 

 “So good for me, pussy feels so good, baby, so tight and wet around my cock, did so, so fucking good,” Akkun praises, kind words contradictory to his hands on your ass, groping mercilessly, kneading and slapping, then spitting right on your twitching hole. 

 You moan when you feel his thumb against your rim, not pushing inward, just adding pressure, and that paired with the way you’re rubbing circles over your clit has you crying out and coming so hard it gives you tunnel vision. It might be the quickest you've ever reached your climax. Suppose that's what sitting on a dick for the better part of an hour will do to you.

 “Fuck, fuck—” Akkun doesn’t stop, just pounds into you harder, curling over you to reach the little bud you’re rubbing gentle circles over as you ride out your orgasm. He swats your hand away, taking over and groaning at the way you wiggle and buck from overstimulation. It doesn’t hurt, but it doesn’t not, feels like too much especially after being more or less edged for as long as you were. 

 “Poor baby—your pussy sore from taking cock? Want me to stop playin’ with this puffy little clit?”

 You actually do start drooling now, sinking a little further into the cushions and resigning yourself to the fact that you will let Akkun do anything he wants, will let him play with you however he sees fit, will let him overstimulate you until you’re god damn blind.

 “Nooo,” you gurgle, pushing back against him and grinning lazily at his breathy laugh. "Don't stop."

 “I didn’t really think you'd want me to, not when you’re creamin’ all over me like this.”

 He flicks over your clit in a way that makes all your muscles go tight, clenching around him hard, and you nod furiously when he huffs in your ear, “You ready for me?” You're glad that he's close, reaching his peak faster than he usually does. It's not because it doesn't feel good; you just don't know how much longer you can handle him.

 “Yes, yes please—”

 “You want me on your back or in your pussy?” 

 Typically the former is to cut down on the mess, but that seems unnecessary tonight. You’re already wrecked, so, “In my pussy, come in my pussy, Kuni.”

 He’s still toying with you, still making you writhe beneath him until he hits his climax, unloading deep inside of you, his voice breaking when he groans.

 His hips keep pistoning back and forth as he drains himself, milking every drop from his cock then pulling out and spreading you to watch his cum drip from you. 

 “Fuck, you’re pretty like this,” he breathes, and you feel him move behind you, leaning to one side, and you can easily assume that he’s reaching for his phone to take a picture. He must have a whole fucking folder of them at this point, not that you really mind. It’s dirty and a little juvenile, but knowing he has photos of you full of his cum—that he insists on capturing the image at all—makes you warm with both affection and arousal. 

 “I would make a joke about how I prefer birthday creampies over birthday cake, but…”

 “Low-hanging fruit,” you snort.

 Akkun slaps your ass one more time before getting up, telling you he’s gonna grab a towel and start a bath. 

 “And, I actually have a surprise for you,” he informs you as he walks with you back to the bathroom. When you glance at him in question, honestly a little too fucked out to speak coherently, he elaborates, “I had a feeling things would get messy and rough tonight, so I ran by that little bath place by the mall and picked up a massage bar and some bath bombs.”

 “Oh, what do they smell like?”

 “The bath bomb is vanilla and plum which sounded nice to me—”

 “Mm, that does sound nice.”

 “And, the massage bar is citrus and, like, shea butter or something like that. Whatever makes it nice and smooth.”

 You laugh, sticking to his side as you walk into the already steamy bathroom. He helps you into the tub, waiting for you to stop hissing and get used to the temperature of the water. Only then does he step in behind you, sitting down with his back against the wall of the tub and waiting for you to do the same so that he can pull you flush against his chest.

 It’s quiet for a little bit, just the two of you and the fizzing of the bath bomb, its sweet scent permeating the small room and relaxing you even further. 

 Eventually, Akkun prompts you to hunch forward and grabs the massage bar from where it’s sitting close to the soap, molding it until it’s closer to a sort of solid lotion. He slowly starts rubbing your back, and the glide of his fingers is smooth, knuckles sliding between your shoulder blades, down your spine, thumbs working circles into your lower back where you always end up cramping on your period and occasionally after very intense orgasms.

 "I'm the one s'posed to be spoiling you," you complain half-heartedly. 

 "You spoil me every day," he counters, hands sliding over your ribs and stomach, pulling you to sit back against him again as he palms down to your hips, the space between the bones, then up again to cup your breasts in a way that's more soothing than sexual. 

 You can feel his love in every touch, in the beat of his heart that slows the longer you sit in the warm water.

  You hope he can feel yours too, sweet like the fruit in the air and nearly suffocating like the steam. It's heavy and it's pure and it's his. You are his. 

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