"Will you help me achieve my sex bucket list?"
Reader x tokyo revengers boys
Warning: there will be smut
(The characters do not belong to me, this won't follow the plot of the manga or the anime
I found the picture of the cover on Pinterest)
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Just a quick heads-up before you dive into the chapter — the race in this chapter is inspired by the movie Tres Metros Sobre El Cielo. In the movie, the race is called "Siamesas" because the riders are tied together back-to-back with a belt. Here's a reference image from the movie to help you picture it better:
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Izana slipped seamlessly into position beside the other riders.
Smoke curled into the air from the exhausts. Tires screeched. Someone revved their engine too early. The atmosphere was electric, charged with danger and adrenaline.
I sat up straighter behind Izana, my eyes scanning the chaos.
There were about 15 riders on the starting line. To my left, just a few bikes down, was Rindou. He hadn't noticed me. His shoulders were tense, his eyes locked ahead like he was trying not to feel anything at all.
Behind him, the girl I'd seen earlier stepped forward, dark hair whipping across her face in the wind. Without a word, she settled behind Rindou, with her back to his, and pulled a belt into place, securing herself tightly to him. Rindou didn't even flinch.
My breath hitched at the sight of them.
I didn't know what stung more: that he was racing, or that he was letting another girl be so close to him.
"You got a belt?" Izana asked me, turning his head slightly. I blinked, pulled out of the spiral. "No."
Without hesitation, Izana reached down and unbuckled his own belt. In one fluid motion, he slid it from the loops of his jeans and held it out to me.
Our fingers brushed when I took it. The contact was brief. Nothing, really. But it sent a shiver skittering up my spine.
Was I really about to do this?
I swung my leg over the side of the bike and stepped off, the gravel crunching beneath my shoes. I was tempted to look in Rindou's direction again, but didn't. Instead, I turned, settling my back against Izana's on the bike.
The heat of him was immediate. My movements were steady, but my hands shook as I looped the belt around us both, knotting it tight just above our hips.
"Make it tight," Izana said. It wasn't a suggestion. "I did," I replied flatly.
The closeness was unbearable. Unforgiving. I could feel the shift of his breath against my shoulder blades, the shape of his spine pressed to mine. No space. No distance.
My gaze wandered again. A few spots down, I spotted Draken's unmistakable silhouette, tall and broad and quiet, and Baji, who grinned like a man who welcomed danger. But just beyond them...
