Different scenarios, drabbles, headcanons, and multiple part fics with Tokyo Revengers characters.
Reader insert | female reader | MDNI
Smut | Fluff | Humor
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Kakucho didn't know if you really meant to say those words. You could change your mind any day. But he couldn't hold back. Not now.
Desire clouded his thoughts as he stepped into your room. All lights off, the only source of light coming from the windows.
Your form under the thin blankets enticed him; you were relaxed on your bed, sleeping peacefully, not a single worry in that pretty little head of yours; Kakucho silently chuckled at the thought. He saw the silhouette of your curves, and they called for his touch.
Pieces of clothes dropped to the floor as he neared your bed, leaving nothing but scarred and tattooed skin to see on Kakucho. He was afraid that his ragged breathing could wake you up as he got closer and closer to your resting figure. Slowly he crawled over your body, careful not to disturb you. Kakucho observed your delicate features, your closed eyes adorned with lashes that caressed your cheeks and your soft lips... he sighed. You looked ravishing.
Small puffs of hair left your lips, those lips he so much adores to kiss, as your chest moved. He didn't realize how his own hand ended brushing a wild strand of hair out of your face. You shivered a little. He wanted you so bad; every day, the pull towards you was getting stronger, so much that he even asked you out of desperation that stupid question. And you? You, with so much love in your eyes, told him yes. A yes, he still doubts right now.
With unsure hands, the red-eyed man pushed the blankets covering your body away. Kakucho's sudden intake of breath was the only sound in the room. You only had a flimsy nightgown on and no underwear... As if you knew he would come for you. As if you waited for him. Rough hands wandered up your legs, rolling up the smooth fabric of your gown. You shuddered; Kakucho stopped and checked if you had woken up. Nothing, you were still deep in your slumber. He smiled, knowing how much you would enjoy his next actions, but sadly, not as much as him.
Kakucho nuzzled his head in your plush thighs, leaving a trail of kisses up to your entrance, nibbling here and there on your soft skin. An urge filled his body, and without thinking, he pressed his teeth on the tender insides of your thighs. Marks, marks, teeth marks, his marks on you. Like an imprint of his name on your bare skin. He groaned at the piece of art he created. A soft moan escaped your lips, but Kakucho wasn't paying attention to that. Too preoccupied with the sight of your wet hole, already beginning to drip under his gaze. The tightness in his pants only blinded him more. Kakucho succumbed to his appetite for you.
Overcoming his inhibition, Kakucho gave a first tentative lap to your core; tongue painfully slow drew a straight line on your gaping hole. His taste buds sparked back to life at your taste; your sweet nectar was the food to this starved man. Because as soon as his mind processed it, he hungrily dove right back in. Smearing his cheeks and chin, using his own lips to open your own. Kakucho reached your small bundle of nerves and sucked as hard as he could. Your scream of surprise interrupted his task, but he didn't stop. On the contrary, large hands pinned your struggling hips down so he could keep going. So you were awake now; your hand clutched on his dark hair, only earning a guttural moan from the man.
His name fell from your lips; Kakucho didn't know if you wanted him to stop, to keep going, or if you were trying to talk to him. Honestly, he didn't care right now, too drunk on your flavor to care.
You had been sleeping when a current of electricity coming from your lower parts brought you out of your slumber. An unconscious cry broke out of your throat as you felt something and heavy and wet on you. Automatically your hand flew to the source only to land on soft strands of hair. You tried to move it, separate yourself. But all efforts were in vain. He clutched with so much strength, and as if he sensed your intentions, his laps grew in intensity. Shaking, you looked down and saw a black mod of hair and a muscled back you would recognize anywhere. The cries of his name only competed with the squelching sound Kakucho produced on you.
Flat tongue against your bud, pressing and moving, switching between your bud and gaping hole. His wet muscle exploring, scouring, tasting every single drop you offered him. Kakucho felt your muscles tense; your moans cracked as his name on your lips lost sense. You were close. He focused his ministrations on your clit. His lips wrapped around your bud, applying pressure as his tongue swatted at it. Kakucho let his tongue circle your clit at a relentless pace, and then he felt it; he heard you. A cry of his name. You gushing juices drenching him, your muscles clutching as your legs locked him there. You were shaking; your legs couldn't stop twitching. If it weren't for his firm grip on your hips, you wouldn't have been able to withstand so much.
With a final lick to your sensible core, he drew out a whimper from you. You had to push his head away; it was too much. You didn't even notice your trembling legs locking him there. Kakucho had to pull them off of him so he could move. Climbing up, he clashed his lip against yours, arms resting at each side of your head—his body pressing down yours.
"Did you know I would come?" He murmured against your heated skin. Short pecks were being delivered to your collarbone.
"I was hoping for that," you sweetly stroked his face, "You surprised me, though." you giggled.
"I'm sorry, Doll. But you said I could have you whenever I wanted," Kakucho saw the satisfaction on your face as you hummed approvingly, surrounding with your arms his sturdy form.
