Tokyo Revengers Smut Shots

Karam Is A Bitch (Sanzu)

The hands on your hips held you firmly, Haru's soft kisses pressed to your neck quickly, almost missed. The lights were flashing blues, purples, reds, yellows, all bright and bleary. Almost enough to make your head hurt.

The drinks on the bar were all but forgotten, and there was nothing else to focus on but yourselves.

A low whistle and Haru spun you around, a hand firmly on your hip, the other gripping your hand before pulling you close, pressing another chaste kiss to your lips- he tasted like the whiskey in the broken glass on the floor, and his lips were plump and dry.

"You're beautiful."

"And you're drunk."

His laugh was airy, not like the manic one he'd usually show; it was comfortable and soft. But the way his nails started to dig into your skin made it scary.

"How long?"

"How long what?"

"With Ran?"

"I'm not sure."

He was angry, that much was evident. The dance you were doing had come to a stop, but he still hadn't let you go, instead lifting you up, forcing you to wrap your legs around his waist.

"What did I do this time?"

"Leave me." You answered without missing a beat.

It was always like this. Haru would run off, flirt with a girl or two, make it unclear whether he slept with her or not, and all to just 'liven up' his sex life- as if you weren't enough. So you moved on to the next person: Ran.

Haru's breath hitched at your response, and he almost choked on his spit. The alcohol hadn't left him yet, but he could at least think a little clearer.

"When d-"

"When did I find out or when did I start seeing Ran?"

You've figured him out, and by the time he's sat you down on the counter right beside the drinks, you've pulled the gun from his holster, making sure to drag your fingers across his sides, taking the safety off, loading and cocking it quickly.

"Haru my love, you didn't really think you could get away with that, right? It was just because you were high right? A mistake?"

The gun is right between his eyes, his pupils dilating in excitement. Licking his lips, he slowly grabbed your wrists, pushing the gun further into his head, sure to leave an indent.

"No, but I'm glad you found out as soon as you did."

"Why?"

"Because this is fun."

Haru's smile is sweet, the scars on the corners of his lips stretching. He really means it, and something about it is enticing.

"I could go ahead and blow your brains out any second,"

"But you won't."

"And how are you so sure?"

Haru's smile grows, and he lets go of your wrists, opting to squeeze your thighs, coming closer to you, efficiently getting the gun away from the front of his but moved to the back. Wrapping his arms around your neck, it's like he's using you for support, and looking up into your eyes, he says it so casually,

"Because you love me."

And it really was as simple as that.

Haru leaned in, keeping eye contact, but you didn't drop the gun.

Pressing it further into his head, he let out a low moan, kissing you hard and fast. His hands grabbed at you, trying to peel away your clothes until you pushed him away. You try to say no, but you can't- and he dives in again, going so far as to guide your own hand to push the gun to his neck instead. Like he wanted you to be in control, almost begging for it, but not saying a word.