Tokyo Revengers Smut+Wholesome

Sending gifts (Mikey ver)

You knew he was an important person, but that didn’t mean you didn’t miss him — especially on the days where he was really busy with the gang, returning home when you were already asleep and leaving before you’d even woken up. but you know he’d come straight back as soon as you told him you missed him.

mikey was in his office when he received your first message, his drowsy gaze glancing over to his phone before he’s picking it up when he sees your contact name — paying no mind to whatever plan sanzu is currently spouting about beside him. to anybody else, mikey’s face would remain stoice, but only you would be able to pick up his tells — the way he tilts his head to the side, propping it up on his fist as he scans over your body, all dressed up and pretty in the lingerie he’d gotten you as an apology for being so absent, and shit—he missed you.

mikey <3 : more :)

whatever sanzu is complaining about is going right over mikey’s head at this point as his eyes become heavier, pure desire in his half lidded gaze when he receives another pretty picture a few seconds later. he can see the peek of your puffy clit between your folds and the needy twitch of his cock in his slacks has him swallowing heavy, jaw clenching before he leans back against his chair when he reads your i miss you.

“you can deal with it, sanzu. do whatever you want.” his command is gruff, almost strained when it’s hissed through his teeth and mikey feels suddenly too warm in the space of his office when he takes another long look at your photos, shameless as he drinks in the sight of his pretty girlfriend, and he knows the only place he wants to be right now is sinking into your little pussy, the one he’s been neglecting so terribly the past few days. so he rises from his chair before he’s pulling on his coat and turning to leave with a shallow exhale, trying to ignore the way his cock is throbbing with want.

mikey <3 : don’t touch it till i’m home, baby.