Tokyo Revengers x (Male) Readers

Ken Ryuguji x (Uke) Reader 2 🌶️

Guys idk where this story is going so im just gonna give u bang bang and u don't mind the plot ok? ok. 

Warnings: violence, smut / lemon (horny time again)

Reader's POV 

BOOM!

The supposedly locked infirmary door slammed down directly to the ground with a thunderous thud, stealing the temporary attention of the three bastards on me and mine as well. The soreness and aching in my body subsided for a little as the brutes paused what they were doing to look at the familiar looking man who walked through the doorframe after taking it down with one kick. 'It's him...The blond one with the tattoos...'

The towering guy stared at us expressionlessly with his hands in his pockets, and I couldn't help but whine in pain as the fatty on my rear end pulled out of my abused slit roughly to scream at the uninvited guest. 

"What are you doing?! Who do you think you are, tearing through the door like that! Wanna get your ass beat?!" The furious fatso pumped his fists at the tall man as his shameless cock hanged out in the open, causing the other to make a disgusted expression and earning more enraged noices from the bastards. The blondie ignored their warnings and shifted his gaze to me, making me cringe from my current situation and avoid his glaze. I tried to take this chance to slip away while they were distracted, only to recieve a head ringing blow from one of the vicious men behind me whom I'd failed to see. 

"And where do you think you're going huh? You little slut!" My body stinged where he'd slammed, and my head ached from the unbearable torture. I layed still where I was, unable to move from the pain, and out of my faded vision, I saw a fight break out between the fat pig and the blondie. In a swift moment, the fatso was down on the ground, unconscious. I gasped in surprise, unable to comprehend what had flashed before my eyes. The other two bastards left my limp body and charged towards the blondie, only to be slammed backwards onto the floor with a powerful kick. 

"Dammit! I'll fucking kill you!" A glint caught my eyes as the sunlight leaked through the opened windows, and my hazy eyes widened when I saw what one of the bastards held behind his back. 'A knife!? Shit!' I lunged towards his arm to grab a hold of the knife as he ran towards blondie, but the numbness in my body dulled my movements and he turned around just before I could grab his wrist. 'Ah...At least this will help him.'

A rusty old dagger trickled with crimson blood as the man in front of me tumbled to the ground. I collapsed to the floor as well, my body trembling non-stop from the thorbbing in my right hand. The knife pushed through the middle of my palm that was oozing with thick warm blood, and I gaped in pain as the tall figure rapidly bent down to pull me into his embrace. Muffled shouting sounded near me and I felt myself being lifted onto the infirmary bed once again before I passed out. 

Timeskip~ 

I woke up to a low humming noise that informed me I was still in the infirmary. I saw a thick layer of bandage wrapped around my right hand and medicine applied over my wounds. A gentle breeze brushed past my warm cheeks and I suddenly realized that I was feeling so comfortable. I haven't felt this cozy for almost over a year. I attempted to snuggle deeper into my 'mattress', before I realized what was under me. Light snoring breathed behind my nape, and I turned my head to discover the tall braid blondie sleeping soundly with me wrapped in his arms. I shift in his hold as quietly and softly as I can, spinning over onto my tummy and directly facing his dozing face. 

'He's so warm...' I felt drowsy again in the homely hug, so my head drooped down onto his brawny chest and my body relaxed once more. But, not for long. 

Poke. Poke. Pinch. 

"Oww...What are you doing?" I lift head to face blondie while still laying in his snuggly embrace. Our eyes met but he remained silent and studied my face with a serious expression. 'He's...Really good looking!' I suddenly noticed as I studied his face also, and the longer we stared at each other the more my face began to flush. I broke the contact first as my face was blooming with blush, embarrassed for my thoughts about his handsome face.