Baji is 20 in this oneshot, and Reader is around the same age. This oneshot does not sit in line with any of the Tokyo Revengers timelines (I am well aware of Baji’s plight in the manga and anime. RIP Baji- this one is for you.)
Oneshot contains degradation acts and names, read at own discretion.
If you could describe your boyfriend, Keisuke, in one word it would be ‘wild’.
He had come into your life like a whirlwind, taken your heart by storm, made you fall for him, and next thing you knew you two were dating and fucking all over the place.
It didn’t matter where you were, what time of the day it was, or who was around… if the mood struck him, he would initiate a session… and on the rare occasion that you didn’t want to do it right then, you would have to almost knock him over the head with a bar to get him to listen to you.
It was a weekend afternoon in Baji’s garage and he was working on his motorbike while you were laying on his tool bench in amongst the spanners and spare spark plugs, chatting about random stuff.
Although Baji was somewhat unhinged, he wanted to own a pet shop when he got enough money to buy one, and so you were talking about the animals he would sell there.
“Rabbits?” you asked him.
“Yeah,” he grunted, yanking a piece of something free from the motorbike.
“Cats are fucking awesome, of course I’m gonna have cats,” he grunted, dropping the piece he had pulled free from the bike, onto the ground. It clattered across the oil stained concrete flooring and you rolled your head to the side to see what he was doing.
You just so happened to look at him the second he touched something hot and he yanked his hand back quickly and scrunched his face up with distain.
“Fuck!” He yelled, “fucking bastard.”
“I burnt my fucking hand,” he snapped, standing up and walking over to the sink nearby to run his hand under the water.
He kept cursing and growling things as he washed his hand under the cool water and you sat up then jumped off the bench to come over and make sure he was ok.
“Where did you burn it?” you asked, leaning around his side to have a look into the sink.
“Here,” he showed you and you took his wet hand in yours and pulled it to your lips to kiss it.
He turned his head to watch you and you looked up into his eyes, a lusty gaze flickering in them.
Before you knew what you were doing, you had taken his finger and had gently slid it into your mouth to suck on it.
That was probably not the best thing to do, if you weren’t in the mood for a good pounding- but thankfully you were, because he had grabbed you around the throat and had lifted you up, still with his finger in your mouth, and carried you back over to the tool bench and laid you forcefully down on it before you could even protest.
The sneering grin on his face told you you were in for it now and your core ached immediately.
“Take another finger, whore, I know you can, my cock is 5 times bigger than what I’m about to push down your throat,” he growled sexually, forcing his middle finger into your mouth as well.
You gagged and your eyes rolled back as you took his second finger into your mouth, the tip of it depressing the back of your tongue as he curled it into the opening of your throat.
“Fuck yes,” he snarled, gripping your windpipe and pushing up under your jaw to tilt your head back a little as he fucked your throat with his fingers, slamming them into your spasming tube a few times.
You coughed and choked, your panties getting wetter by the moment as he teased your gag reflexes.
Finally, when he had had enough, he pulled his saliva coated fingers from your throat and looked them over, watching the thick saliva slide down and over his knuckles with a deep chuckle, before looking back to where he had you by the throat still.
You were panting and rasping, sex glazed eyes watching him, waiting patiently for him to just rip your clothes off and take you on the bench.
“Dirty slut,” he sneered, turning his head away a little to spit from the side of his mouth, his long hair falling across his side profile, “let’s give that pussy the beating it deserves.”
Slowly he looked back at you, his fingers twitching around your throat as his intense light brown eyes bore into yours with a heightened sense of urgency now.
Knowing Baji, you knew that begging him would get him to do what you wanted… but if you wanted it to happen quicker, begging him to not do it to you would make him do it in an instant.
“N-No, Kei,” you rasped from under his hand, your voicebox vibrating against his palm, “please don’t, your cock is so huge… I’m scared it’s gonna rip my pussy apart.”
Baji’s mood shifted. He always had a crazed air about him, but in this instance it shifted from crazed to sexually insane and it’s almost as if you could see him calculating all of the positions that he could put you in while he fucked you mercilessly, but it was a question of which would suit him the best.
He paused, his breathing rate increasing while he mentally flicked through his options and selected one.
The second he had picked it, he slapped you firmly across the face with his saliva covered hand, and pointed his finger directly at you.
“You’re gunna take whatever I give you,” he snarled, “now pull your pants off, bitch.”
“No,” you snapped defiantly, knowing this was gonna push him over the edge.
The snarling smirk that graced his face made your pussy throb and you tried not to match his grin, forcing a scowl onto your face instead.
Without saying a word, he reached for the scissors on the bench, flicking them open and sticking one sharp blade through the fabric at the join of your thigh.
Your boyfriend was well acquainted with scissors and, unfortunately, stabbing things with them… so he knew how to stab the fabric and rip it so that it didn’t touch your skin but it gave you a fright all the same, and that extra spike of adrenaline shot straight to your clit and forced a moan from your lips.
“Dirty whore, you’re gonna get it. Look at you. Pants all ripped up… disgusting,” he muttered, then licked his lips as he gently placed the scissor blades against your skin and snipped your panties off.
“S…stop,” you almost moaned, the cool air of the garage hitting your hot, wet pussy.
Baji had seen the state you were in and smirked.
“You say stop yet look at you, dripping wet like the slut you are. Tell me you want my cock, TELL ME!” he demanded, putting pressure on your windpipe again.
“I…” you choked out, your breathing becoming noisy from the narrowed space.
“Say it, bitch!” he barked.
“I… I want your cock,” you wheezed out, “Baji, I can’t breathe…”
“Where! Tell me where you want my cock,” he demanded, “say it and I’ll let you breathe.”
“In my pussy, please,” you gasped out.
He released the pressure on your windpipe and you sucked a welcoming breath in, the extra oxygen in your system making your clit tingle with the enriched flow of blood to the area.
“You even said, please,” he sneered, grabbing your legs and forcing them wide open as he took his place at the end of the bench and let go of one of your legs to unzip his pants.
His cock had swollen to its maximum and had been forced to remain in a cramped position for far too long.
It was time for it to be freed.
So with one swift movement, he unzipped his pants, yanked his boxers down, and prepared to enter you…
But you had other ideas.
Sure he was worked up. But so were you. And you wanted to world’s best pounding.
So to make your punishment better, you quickly placed the heel of your foot (of your free leg) against his chest and pushed him hard, forcing him to step backwards.
He didn’t step as far back as you had hoped he would because his grip on your other leg had tightened and had stopped him from being separated from you.But the look in his eyes, as he looked up at you, post chest push, told you you were in for it now and you tried not to giggle with glee.
“The fuck was that for?” he barked, cock twitching with need.
“Felt like it,” you replied nonchalantly.
Felt like it? FELT LIKE IT?!” he snapped, “well I feel like fucking the life outta you, bitch, huh? How about that?!”
You knewthat if you didn’t try and fight him off just a little then he would lose interest and you wouldn’t get the pounding you so desperately wanted so you tried to clamp your legs together, wriggling a little to act like you were trying to get away while he fought your legs open and pushed his thick cock into your dripping pussy.
“Kei~,” you moaned sharply as he yanked your body down the bench towards him so he could push his entire length into you, one hand back around your throat as he anchored you down and railed your pussy.
The bench shook, your body shook, and your slick ran down his cock and dripped onto the bench while your eyes rolled back in your skull and you screamed with ecstasy.
“Take that, you fucking slut,” Baji growled sexually, using his free hand to slap you across the face before leaning in to bite at your bottom lip.
You were enjoying his punishment too much to say anything except the occasional crushed squeak, your hands gripping his wrist as he pushed into your throat.
“More,” you croaked out amid a muffled moan.
“More?” he sneered, “you sure are one degradation loving bitch, ain’t ya?”
“Fuck me,” you gasped, “Fuck me until my guts fall out, just ruin me.”
You had been well and truly lost to the moment.
You didn’t care what you were saying, lust and horny thoughts had taken control now, so everything that came out of your mouth after that was born of those ideals.
Baji slapped you, bit you, hit you, and called you dirty names as he crushed your windpipe while you both got ever closer to climax.
The squelching noises coming from your pussy were driving him insane and finally, as your body shook and his name rolled off your tongue amid pleasured cries, he came, his aching cock finally releasing his thick white cum into you.
With a deep groan he let go of your throat and grabbed a hold of the side of the bench to stop himself from collapsing to the ground.
He needed that release.
His mind felt clearer.
His body felt light.
And he stepped back and pulled out of you then pulled his pants up and turned back to his bike.
You lay there, taking in ragged breaths as you stared at the ceiling and felt his cum trickling out of your well worked, happily satisfied pussy.
“Oi,” he finally called to you, still looking at his bike as he pulled something else off it.
“Mmm?” you hummed in a wasted voice.
“Just come,” he said again.
You sat up and slowly let yourself down off the bench and wobbled over to him.
“Get on my back,” he said in a quiet voice.
You did so, squatting down and flopping your upper half over his back with your arms over his shoulders.
He turned his head and kissed your arm gently.
“We’re gonna go shopping as soon as I get this bitch ass bike working again.”
“Why?” you asked, lying your head down against the back of his neck.
“Because you need new shit and I wanna treat you. You deserve the best,” he said calmly.
“I can’t go out like this!” you exclaimed, lifting your head quickly.
“I’m gonna give you my Toman jacket to wear. Just strip off and I’ll put it on you.” He stopped what he was doing briefly to turn his head back to look at you. “I love you,” he added softly, a rare vulnerability showing through.
“I love you too, Kei,” you replied just as softly, gently hugging him around his neck as he turned to kiss your lips.
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