Our Day Off Together | Tokyo Revengers ~ the one when you wake up to see that your husband still remains in bed with you
➤ ft: timelapse!draken, mutō yasuhiro x housewife!fem reader
➤ content warning: fluff, suggestive a bit, tinge bit of angst, mentions of previous arguments, lovesick husbands, reader has kids (mutō’s), reader is pregnant (draken), draken’s part is an AU as well (no tomen gang)
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For months he hasn’t been home, mentally that is. He’s been working non-stop with the Tomen Gang since a few opposing gangs started causing problems in some parts of Tomen’s territory.
You had voiced out to Mutō about your concerns for his health because you can see how tired he’s been but it caused raised voices and tears in your eyes when he dismissed you.
“I care so much about you, ‘Hiro. I don’t want to watch you drown yourself with work 24/7,” you sniffled as you wiped away your tears, “The girls miss you… I miss you…”
You then walked away from him, leaving him in his study room with guilt building in his chest. He loves you and your twin girls with all he’s got. He didn’t mean to snap at you, he’s actually not one to snap at anyone because he’s always been so calm and collected. Work has been beating his ass to the rim and he was blinded by that. He thought that working overtime would eventually bring him back home to be with his family but it only pushed you away.
So he logged off of his computer and left the sea of papers behind to join you in bed but…you’re already sleeping. Tear stains on your cheeks with your nose red as a tomato shows that’s you had cried yourself to sleep. Mutō sighed in guilt once again before leaning down and kissing your forehead with a mumbled, “I’m sorry, my darling.”
The next morning you were greeted with the sun creeping through your curtains. You blinked away the brightness letting your eyes slowly adjust as your mind recapped about last night’s argument. Your lip quivered at the remembrance of your husband’s raised voice making you also sniffle in more sadness.
That was until you felt a warm arm wrap around your waist…
You gasp a bit as you snapped your head towards the familiar person holding you in his arms. You were met with brown and tired eyes with your widened ones because you couldn’t remember the last time you woke up with him in bed and in his arms.
“You’re…you’re home?” you questioned with a whisper.
Mutō hummed with his eyes closed and a nod before cleaning his throat. His sleepy voice you missed so much was music to your ears. “I called Mikey last night…,” he mumbled as he pulled you to face him completely, “…told him I needed time off for my girls…”
He then opened his tired eyes again with a soft smile as he cupped your cheek and caressed your skin with his thumb. “I apologize for raising my voice at you. I don’t like fighting with you, my darling. I’m sorry,” he whispered to you but in a way it was loud a clear.
You smiled and sighed happily as you nuzzled your cheek against his palm. “It’s okay…,” you whispered back, “It just hurt to see you overwork yourself, my love.”
Mutō nodded in understanding before taking your left hand and kissing the diamond rock on your ring finger. Something he does to show you how much he loves you and how devoted he is to you. “I see that now,” he smiled softly, “I’m yours till the end of the week.”
You laughed happily as you leaned up to give him a kiss. Your hands on his naked chest with his cupping both sides of your face made your knees weak. The kiss was slow and intimate as always. He never rushed because he loved how soft your lips were. “The girls are gonna be happy seeing their papa home,” you said breathlessly as you both pulled away from the kiss.
Muto laughed as he gently nudged his nose against yours as a silent way to ask for another kiss. “I know but I want some time with my wife…just for a bit, yeah?”
You giggled before getting pulled into another kiss. You hummed happily as you ran your fingers through his hair pulling him on top of you. The tug on his roots made him groan into the kiss but before he could even engulf you into his arms, two pairs of feet were heard outside your door.
Then lo-and-behold, Muto was cockblocked by his own kids. They barged through the door with happy squeals and faces seeing their papa home. “Papa!!” they squealed together as they jumped into bed with you two.
“There are my girls!” he laughed as he hesitantly rolled off of you. You laughed a bit knowing that he wanted more time with you in the morning but you’d treat him later when the girls are asleep.
“Are you going to our music practice today?” one of the girls asked with puppy eyes that are in fact also his eyes.
Muto smiled at both his daughters before giving each of them a kiss on their forehead. “Yes I am, and…I’ll be home all week so we can have our tea parties together like we used too,” he said making the girls gasped in unison.
Long story short, he was dragged out of bed immediately after he said that. Leaving you with a kiss and a promise that he will spend the rest of the week with you too.
If your daughters don’t cockblock him again…
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The night prior was rough and so has been the last few weeks. Draken was drowning in broken, damaged, and anything of the sort of motorcycles.
You love that he’s getting customers left and right but it’s taking a toll on his sleep schedule or whatever was left of it. But when you showed up to the shop and saw him still working on the same broken bike, you had to say something. You weren’t trying to scold him it was more in a comforting way.
And when you did say something he blew up on you. You caressed your growing baby bump to comfort yourself as your husband snapped at you. You knew it was the stress talking but his tone of voice was something he never let out on you.
“I don’t fuckin’ understand what your talk in’ about! I’m tryna get this shit done!” he shouted.
“Ken…,” you began to cry to him which shut him up immediately, “I just want you home…a-and to take care of yourself, that’s all.”
Then you left him alone in the shop. You drove back home as you tears kept spilling all while he’s standing in his pool of guilt on his feet. He didn’t realize how absent he’s been especially at such a important time with you guys getting ready to bring a baby into the world. He promised you, you weren’t going to be alone during your pregnancy and here he was. Not home with you.
He closed up shop as fast as he could so he can stop by the convenience story to get you flowers and your favorite take out spot that you’ve been craving since you got into your second trimester but now your nearing the end of it as he just realized. But when he came home it was silent and the lights were off.
You had gone to bed right after you got home. You were already tired just from the pregnancy but having a screaming match with your husband was the cherry on top to that. You had cried yourself to sleep was very much evident on your cheeks. Draken sighed with a soft smile as he caressed your cheek with his knuckles. “M’sorry, sweetheart,” he mumbled before kissing your cheek then going down to your plump stomach. “I’m sorry too, little man,” he kissed your stomach.
The next morning you were disturbed with a violent kick to your rib. You groaned in pain as you rolled onto your back as your little boy began to move around a bit trying to get comfy. He then kicked you again making you wince.
Just as you were about to rub the rib that was nearly kicked out of your body, another yet familiar hand beat you to it. “What’s going on, doll?” Draken asked in his sleepy voice as he moved his warm hand over your stomach.
You looked at him with wide eyes and didn’t say anything at first despite the tinge of pain you were feeling on your ribs as your baby boy kept moving around. “Why are you home?” you asked out of genuine curiosity because it’s been a while since you woke up with him by your side.
Draken locked his eyes with yours. Guilt was washing through his black irises as he intertwined his fingers with yours over your stomach. “Called the guys up last night to cover my shifts for the next week… I’m sorry for yellin’ at you when you were just lookin’ after me,” he said softly.
You smiled softly as you squeezed his hand as a silent way to tell him that you forgive him. He moved closer to you as he kissed your temple and wrapped his arm around you as you remained on your back. “You didn’t have to take a week off,” you said to him as you nudged your nose against his.
“Yes I did… Told you I was gonna be there for ya’ so you don’t feel like your going through this pregnancy alone but I broke that promise,” he mumbled as he played with your fingers with his, “M’sorry, doll.”
“It’s okay, honey,” you said before kissing him softly, “You’re here with me now but I just ask that you take care of yourself too, m’kay?” you said against his lips.
“Yes, ma’am,” he smiled before pulling your face with his warm and calloused hand towards his lips. “My sweet girl, I missed you,” he groaned against your lips as you began to run your fingers through his black hair. “Doin’ so well carrying our baby, yeah?”
Before you could answer he slipped his tongue into your mouth making the both of you moan happily into each other’s mouths. He rolled on top of you being cared of your growing stomach then pulled away from your soft lips to admire you from his position. “Fuck you’re so beautiful,” he smiled sweetly making you giggle, “Can’t wait to make another baby with you…”
Your eyes widened as you laughed a bit more. “Another?! I haven’t even pushed this baby out yet,” you laughed as you pointed at your stomach.
“So? I’ll just knock ya’ up again as soon as I can after you push this baby out,” he chuckled as he leaned down to your lips again. “We’re gonna go for a girl next time.”
Five weeks later, you pushed out a healthy and chunky baby boy, 9lbs; 3 oz with hair as black as his daddy’s. Ken looked at you with proud smile on his face as he held your newborn in his arms at your home. “Our little girl is next,” he winked at you.
