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Rurouni Yahiko Chapter 54: The Prodigal Son Strikes Back

The identity of the Prodigal Son has been revealed. He can now enact his revenge against the Minakatas.

The rest of the chapters of my Rurouni Kenshin fan fiction are available here. Enjoy.

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Immediately after Yahiko Myojin's loss to Satsuki Sakaguchi in their "friendly" sparring match at the Sakaguchi Dojo...

"BANZAI! (HOORAY!) BANZAI! BANZAI!" cheered the kendo students of Musou Madden Ryu after witnessing their amazing blonde bombshell of a foreigner teacher show that upstart kendo master from Tokyo what for.

Abelia La Cerca got caught up in all the cheering too, but instead of "Banzai", she repeatedly shouted, "VIVA SATSUKI!" over and over instead.

"I wouldn't celebrate if I were you," said Genzo Sakaguchi, the grandfather of Kyoko and Satsuki Sakaguchi (A.K.A. May Brooks). His arms crossed. His sourpuss face glaring at every one of his embarrassing students who got defeated by a teenaged kendo master from Tokyo and their own blonde gaijin (foreigner) English teacher.

A collective shudder and multiple groans filled the dojo as past memories of endless drills and grueling training filled the minds of all these Musou Madden Ryu students.

"Man, it's true what they say. They grow up so fast," whispered the pompadour-wearing Sho Kojima to Kinta Minakata.

Sho wore a haori and hakama with flowery colors so loud they looked like they belonged in a parade or festival. After all, he didn't wear colors. He wore flavors.

Kojima then reminisced, "I 'member when Satsuki-chan was just a wee lass. Look at her now. She's even better at naginatajutsu (glaive technique) than many a native practitioner I've personally seen."

Kinta could only nod, but more in agreement with his Master Genzo's sentiments over the pathetic state of the Musou Madden School's students (that he overheard) rather than with Sho's own praise of May Brooks (which fell on deaf ears).

He found it unacceptable that these so-called men were this terrible at swordsmanship. Were they so weak that they'd force women and children like Satsuki and Kyoko to act as bodyguards for the Minakata Family due to their incompetence? Had they no shame?

Meanwhile, Miss May Brooks herself noticed the intense stares of her two seniors and waved at them thusly.

May Brooks walked towards them with quick thumps of her socked feet on the wooden floor. She and Sho then greeted each other with respectful bows.

"Whaddya think, Sho-sensei? That Tsunami wasn't half-bad, right?" Satsuki said with a wink. "It looked as fast as one of your Tidal Waves, innit?"

"Not bad. Not bad at all. You still need to work on your close-range slashes like the Mangetsu Tsuki O Nari (Full Moon Slash), but your sense of maai (range) is superb as usual. You flogged him like a racehorse. Although I expected more welts from him."

"Blimey, he's a slippery one, he is. I was so gutted that Joshua-kun (Yahiko-kun) avoided so many of my strikes! He even left me gobsmacked with that last technique of his! It was mint! "

"...Uh, you're speaking gibberish again, Satsuki-chan."

"You wot, mate?"

Kojima sighed and scratched his cheek, smirking. He then said, "Are you havin' a giggle?" to the best of his abilities, with the words coming out more like, "Aru yu habingu a giguru?" thanks to his accent.

This seemed to wake Miss Brooks up. "Oh. OH! sorry guv'na! I mean, sorrymasen, Sho-sensei!"

With a chuckle, Sho patted May's golden-haired head like he would a cat.

"Good job. Just don't forget to work on your defense. That last exchange with that samurai kid almost gave me a heart attack. I thought you'd lost for sure."

Satsuki pouted adorably. "Stop treating me like a kid, Sho-sensei!"

***

Rurouni Yahiko

A Rurouni Kenshin Continuation Fan Fiction Story by Chester Castañeda

And now back to your regularly scheduled Japanese soap opera at Chinatown.

Disclaimer: All characters used in this fanfic (save some others) are the rightful property of Nobuhiro Watsuki, Shueisha, Shonen Jump, Viz, Sony Studios, Fuji TV, Studio Gallup, Studio Deen, and ADV. This disclaimer also covers all the other copyrighted materials that are far too many to mention here. Don't sue me please, I'm very poor.

***

Chapter 54: The Prodigal Son Strikes Back

***

Back at the Sakaguchi Dojo...

The juvenile-in-appearance Abelia La Cerca—the poster child of neoteny herself—asked Kinta, "Do you think Satsuki is good enough to take on the likes of my brother? Or the rest of the Brigands Guild?"

"If it were up to me, the Sakaguchis would not be placed anywhere near the Brigands Guild," Kinta answered, which surprised Abelia. He usually spoke much terser than that.

"Did you see me beat Joshua-kun, Kinta-sama?" May Brooks asked while blowing kisses at the morose swordsman. "I dedicate that fight to you!"

"It was splendid, Brooks-san," he said flatly, which made May pout.

"Call me Satsuki instead, Kinta-sama!" said May. She then "went there" after spotting Abelia, the "little girl" whom she'd only met for the first time then and there.

"Aw, and who's this? A new family friend? Is she going to be another member of the Sakaguchi Family?" she asked with twinkling, shining blue eyes.

"Q-Que paso? (W-What's happening?)" stuttered Abelia, her hazel eyes wide open and her face paler (than usual). "Who is this again, Kinta-sama? How does she know you?"

"Hello there, luv. What's your name?"

"Eh, hola! I mean, hello! My name is Abelia. Abelia La Cerca." Miss La Cerca bowed to Miss Brooks.

Brooks herself reminisced how her "Grandpa Genzo" rescued and adopted her as part of the Sakaguchi Family. She even got a Japanese name added to their family registry and everything after she was orphaned and stranded in Japan as a child.

Was this La Cerca girl a newly adopted daughter or granddaughter of the Sakaguchis?

"Aw, you're such a cutie," said Satsuki, who resisted the urge to pinch Abelia's cheeks.

The shy Señorita La Cerca pouted, moved behind Kinta, and tugged at his shirt.

Satsuki's jaw then dropped as she looked at Kinta, Abelia, then back to Kinta and said, "Oh no. Kinta-sama, don't tell me...!"

Kinta raised an eyebrow at the blonde in askance.

"Don't tell you what? What do you mean, Satsuki-chan?" Sho asked for Kinta's sake.

With tears in her bejeweled eyes, Satsuki said, "Blimey! Is she Kinta-sama's love child? Who's the mother? How could you betray me... uh, us this way, Kinta-sama!"

Kinta didn't do things like face-fault or drop face-first into the ground in exasperation—he was more the straight man than the idiot in a comedic sense—so thankfully Koijma was there to do such things for him.

"Now wait a damn minute! Abelia isn't Kinta's love child, you blonde bimbo! Jeez!" Sho decried for Kinta's sake, the corners of his mouth quivering as he resisted the urge to smirk, smile, or laugh out loud.

Then, with tears in her eyes, Abelia told May, "¡Ay, perdone! Señorita, por pabor! (Pardon me! Please, Miss!) I'm actually 20 years old!"

Everyone just stared at her afterwards, which led her to murmur, "Madre mia (My Mother)," under her breath.

Abelia appeared prepubescent, so she could pass herself off as half that age.

However, she actually lied about her age. No, she wasn't younger than 20 years old. She was older than that. As old as her brother Cain Merrick, in fact.

***

Several weeks later, at the Yokohama Chinatown...

Kinta Minakata had just confronted his alcoholic banker uncle, Tatsuya Minakata.

They were inside one of the offices of an affiliate company (a money trader outfit) that their front company, the Minakata Pharmaceuticals and Foreign Trade Corporation, bought out like the burgeoning zaibatsu (megacorp) that it was.

These offices crawled with bodyguards made up of police escorts, personal security guards, ex-samurais or ronin, ninjas, and even outright mercenaries-for-hire.

Uncle and nephew talked about the shady business dealings of Tatsuya's father and Kinta's grandfather, Toshiro Minakata.

About how, as a hatamoto-class samurai in direct service to (and thus only answerable to) the Tokugawa Shogunate, he took advantage of his position to supply opium to China during the Opium Wars of the 1830s to the 1860s.

He then invested his drug money to build the family fortune, seemingly taking cues from the rising Japanese middle-class full of merchants and businessmen.

Normally, samurai were closely associated with the middle and upper echelons of the warrior class. They trained as officers in military tactics and grand strategy.

As a decorated military veteran given the task of dealing with Chinese trade at the Port of Nagasaki during the Sakoku (Isolationism or Locked-Down Era of Japan), Toshiro not only policed the seas against Wokou (Dwarf Pirates). He also approved of practically government-sanctioned opium delivery to China that he and his family profited over for decades.

During the Tokugawa Era, samurai didn't need to build their wealth since they were privileged from the start. His peers called him greedy and corrupt. However, Toshiro was actually being as cunning as a fox.

In the height of irony, Toshiro established a pharmaceutical company that truly utilized the full potential of his family fortune from the Sengoku Jidai (Warring States Era) onwards, with the business doing double duty as the manufacturer of high-quality opium and laundering all that money back by making western-style medicine available to the Japanese citizens.

Toshiro basically used his spy history and connections, coded language, and secret intelligence tactics to pull the wool over the Shogunate's eyes and profit over China's own misfortune against western superpowers.

Then, before he could get caught with all his multimillion yen drug dealings, the Bakumatsu (End of the Shogunate Era) happened. The Minakatas were able to keep all their ill-gotten wealth as isolationism and the bakufu (shogunate) ended, with them easily handling the transition from one government administration to another.

The samurai class ended but they were able to transition as part of Japan's new ruling class, the oligarchy.

Meanwhile, even though Kinta Minakata was part of the Shogunate forces as the Mimawarigumi Battousai, his family didn't suffer from them choosing the losing side of the war.

Like with Hajime Saito of the Shinsengumi, he (and his family) ended up in good political standing with the Meiji Goverment exactly because of his strength and reputation.

Ironic, seeing that the likes of Takamori Saigo—an actual Ishin Shishi (Royalist)—ultimately got betrayed by his own allies despite being in the winning side of the war.

***

Yahiko was supposed to do some more sparring and training at the Sakaguchi Dojo in general and with May Brooks in particular when he caught wind of the recent news.

Their sparring session was canceled in favor of a trip at the nearest Chinatown in Yokohama.

From his conversations with May/Satsuki, he found out that the Minakatas were being targeted by a foreign mercenary group named the Brigands Guild.

This Brigands Guild had apparently closed in on the Minakata Family, leading to an emergency meeting filled with all their personal bodyguards, including the Sakaguchis.

Several of which were martial arts students from the Sakaguchi Family itself like Kyoko, Satoru, and Satsuki.

Should he interject himself into their personal business though? Yahiko was mostly interested in the Battousai Group, not the Brigands Guild.

The samurai kid shook his head. There would come a time when he'd end up face-to-face with Kaede Morinaga's Battousaigumi.

Then again, Kaede mentioned that Minakata also had connections with Shogo Amakusa's Hidden Christians as well.

She called him Amakusa's Kagemusha (Shadow Warrior) or something. She also called him a traitor to their cause.

Maybe Kinta was a past member turned enemy of the Battousai Group? Regardless, it was something worth checking out down the line.

For now, if Myojin could help his new friends out with the strength he gained from his adventures with his old friends—the Kenshingumi—then he would do so.

Besides which, what would Kenshin Kamiya (nee Himura) do in if he were in Yahiko's shoes right now? Would he not interject himself into other people's business for the sake of helping out?

Yahiko had to do this because Kenshin would do the same. He'd help out anyone in need before him in the best of his abilities, even to the point of self-sacrifice.

The young lad chuckled in remembrance of how Kenshin's stubborn nature when it came to sticking his nose into other people's business was how he was able to save him from a lifelong debt to the yakuza.

This strong sense of justice was what made Battousai Himura such a fearsome figure during the Bakumatsu.

Personally, it wasn't in Myojin's nature to pry into the affairs of others like some sort of interloper with a savior complex, but... maybe sometimes, being like Kenshin was the right thing to do.

So that was what Yahiko did. He became as Kenshin-like as he could muster while undergoing his Musha Shugyo (Warrior's Pilgrimage).

Involving himself with the Sakaguchis and Minakatas should also help him with his kendo training. Kind of.

There was no better way to sharpen his skills when it came to kendo than by roughing up some criminals and foiling the plans of gaijin assassins.

This was how he ended up tagging along with the Sakaguchis as the Minakata's extra security detail while one of the heirs of the fortune, Kinta, discussed disturbing family secrets within their Chinatown offices.

He thusly snuck into the room next to the offices where uncle and nephew were having a meeting of the minds, with them hurling accusations, dirty laundry, and skeletons in the family closet all the while.

He'd feign shock regarding how the Minakatas gained their wealth—though political connections, abuse of authority, and illegal drug dealings around the time when Japan limited its foreign trade—but his exposure to the likes of Jusanro Tani and the yakuza had long ago awakened him to the ugly truths of the Japanese elite and its corrupt oligarchs.

Meanwhile, the "empty" room he stayed at actually teemed with family bodyguards, among whom were several "ninjas" laying in wait using camouflage techniques and everything.

There was no way the Brigands Guild could possibly penetrate their impenetrable defenses, right?

***

Back in the offices of one of the Minakata Zaibatsu's affiliates...

Tatsuya reacted well enough to Kinta's probing questions. By physical force instead of words.

He'd already swung a fist at his nephew, who dodged it easily.

Kinta said, "You haven't answered my question. Was the company just a front for grandfather's drug cartel?"

Tatsuya harrumphed and straightened out his crumpled western-style suit.

"I remember the way you'd piss yourself whenever I came home pissed off and drunk. How'd a wet spot would form on your pants. Whenever you were in my way. Whenever you bothered me," Tatsuya, the banker of the Minakata Family, jeered at his nephew.

His sister's son. The son of the black sheep of the Minakata Family.

Kinta's uncle took another swing at Kinta, which made the nephew almost push the uncle to the floor in self-defense.

He would've done it too had he not sensed another fist headed his way from behind him that he had to block using an open palm with a loud smack.

One of Tatsuya's bodyguards—a man as tall as a lamppost—towered ominously over even the infamous Mimawarigumi Battousai, who himself was already taller then the average Japanese man.

This person then backed off, seemingly sensing the bloodlust of Kaita the Sanada Ninja, who'd by then unsheathed blade on instinct.

The camouflaged ninja then sheathed his kunai back and hid his presence.

Kinta grunted in acknowledgement of his uncle's strange guardian. The both of them then eyed each other warily.

So Tatsuya brought with him some extra insurance. Or protection.

Something about the lanky bodyguard's face left Kinta unsettled, though. He couldn't put his finger on just what.

"I don't care if you're the Mimawarigumi's version of the Ishin Shishi's Battousai. To me, you'll always be my younger sister's bratty li'l kid," said Tatsuya with a dismissive harrumph.

Kinta frowned as his uncle grimaced at him in kind. Tatsuya's sister, huh?

A memory floated in the surface of his mind. That of a mother he never knew who brought dishonor to their family.

"Don't you forget that, you insipid pissant. Learn your place," said the sneering Tatsuya, who smoothened out his ruffled western-style three-piece suit. "We could've banished you along with your shameful mother. Have a bit more gratitude, you ingrate!"

Kinta's mother and Tatsuya's younger sister had a name though.

The Black Sheep of the Minakata Family. The daughter who was disowned by her own mother and his grandmother, Grandma Mieko.

Kinta's estranged mother.

Her name was Aoi Minakata.

"Hearing" her name in his mind left him with a complicated feeling in his heart. Or several feelings. A mixture of pity, guilt, longing, betrayal, and shame.

Kinta's father was the husband she cheated on with a foreign dignitary. The man who, in turn, killed that same gaijin and then took his own dishonored life to save face and his family's honor.

Save face? More like take the coward's way out.

His name was Azuma Minakata (nee Akahori).

Under the bushido ideal, if a samurai failed to uphold his honor, the only way to regain it was by seppuku (ritual suicide).

It was just like his belligerent Uncle Tatsuya to air out the family's dirty laundry when confronted with the skeletons in their closet.

On the other hand, Kinta did force him to do so by accusing their beloved patriarch, his grandfather Toshiro Minakata, of being a drug lord who laundered all that blood money into legitimate pharmaceutical and medicinal businesses.

Their family fortune sat on a throne of lies, greed, and corruption.

"Should I go to the authorities instead?" asked Kinta. "Grandfather left quite the paper trail. You and Uncle Kaneda worked as accomplices to his graft and corruption. I'm sure they'd love to investigate one of the Akahoris' connections for crimes."

Tatsuya's scowl ran even deeper.

Nevertheless, Kinta felt like he had to do this. He had to get into the bottom of what the Seiryu Clan was and learn more about the so-called Black Book of his uncle from his father's side, Tetsuo Akahori.

This was the key to solving the mystery and conspiracies behind who hired the Brigands Guild and why they were assigned to take out their entire family. Their privileged clan.

Kinta sighed. His intention was to get dirt on his Uncle Tetsuo and all these clans their families were associated with, but the paper trail the Sanada Ninjas decoded instead pointed him to the skeletons in his family's own closet.

Was it intentional? Was this Akahori's gambit all along?

That son of a bitch. What a goddamn manipulative, magnificent bastard.

Growling, Tatsuya said to Kinta, "Fine. What do you want to know?"

"The truth."

"...Can you handle it?"

"I need to know it in order to protect this family."

Kinta wanted to know exactly what he was protecting here. Warts and all.

Tatsuya spat at the floor and slapped his forehead, brushing his sweaty bangs back. "Dammit, I need a drink."

The Minakata nephew and grandson clarified, "Why is the Brigands Guild after the Minakatas? Is it because of Grandfather Toshiro's drug dealings? Or his connection to the Seiryu Clan?"

The sullen Tatsuya poured himself a bottle of whiskey while his nephew kept staring at him all the while with the eyes of a hawk.

Eyes that reminded Tatsuya of Kinta's honorable-to-a-fault father Azuma, to be honest.

'They're both fools too concerned about honor,' Tatsuya merely thought, but his disdainful eyes practically shouted that sentiment at Kinta. 'Seeing such a holier-than-thou goody-two-shoes in action make me sick.'

A second later and Tatsuya finally spoke.

"Probably Seiryu Clan business," was his uncle's terse reply before gulping down a shot of alcohol and pouring another shot afterwards.

"Who are the Seiryu Clan?" asked Kinta.

"We are the Seiryu Clan, you idiot," answered Tatsuya. "Our secret society was divided into four families in accordance to which region they were from in Japan and what connection we had with the government. Our spy group got dissolved due to in-fighting. The marriage between my sister and your father was supposed to fix it. For all the good it did."

"My father belonged to another clan?" asked the former Mimawarigumi Battousai. "I mean, the Akahoris did?'

"Yes. The Genbu Clan. Then your mother ended up having an affair with gaijin, which severed the ties between the Seiryu and the Genbu. With that alliance broken, the Seiryu is now just another enemy of the Genbu as they... or he... made his move to take over this collective intelligence the clans have gathered through the decades."

"He? Do you mean Uncle Tetsuo?" Kinta asked but more like answered.

Tatsuya nodded. "These assassination attempts on our family members have all the earmarks and fingerprints of your other uncle, if you ask me."

Tetsuo Akahori. The younger brother of Kinta's father, Azuma Akahori.

The wily manipulator of the House of Akahori and the Genbu Clan, which were the spies responsible for keeping tabs with the Ishin Shishi royalists.

Tatsuya laughed a hollow chuckle while swirling the drink in his glass.

"And, as usual, you can't pin anything on him. There's no way we can prove he's behind all this nonsense. He always has his tracks covered, just like how Father used to when he was alive. But it sure stinks to high heaven of him. He probably found a way to hire the Brigands to take our entire family out."

"Why? For what purpose?" the nephew further queried. "What is he after?"

"The same thing Father was after, probably," said Tatsuya. "Your grandfather wanted power. Prestige. Fame. Privilege. Making his mark in this world. Maybe even helping rewrite our shameful family history. It's in our blood, kiddo. And in their blood as well. The Minakatas and the Akahoris are cut from the same cloth."

Oh right. The Minakata name was a stolen one, taken from a dead family of privilege back in the Sengoku Era by a band of roving disgraced ronin (masterless samurai). They were originally ochimusha with their chonmage (topknots) cut off.

These dishonored samurai thieves ended up becoming the ancestors of the current Minakata line, with the original line killed off during the Warring States period. It was stolen valor, plain and simple.

"Tetsuo-ossan could seize power with the Black Book?" asked Kinta.

"From what I understand, our family belongs to one of four spy clans. The Seiryu Clan. The Black Book is nothing more than a record of government secrets used for blackmail. No more, no less."

Under the hands of someone like Tetsuo Akahori, it served as his multitude of clues to every last sin, crime, or manipulation of all the major political figures and dynasties in this country.

His codex of the many schemes perpetrated by the current administration of former royalists.

A Black Book that listed out these politicians' debts to society, just like how a literal black book worked.

"My brother-in-law is a real piece of work," said Kinta's other piece-of-work (or piece-of-something-else) uncle without any irony. "He wants to take all of us out and steal our thunder the same way our ancestors did with the original Minakatas. Imagine that."

"Was it because of some sort of grudge?" asked Kinta, remembering another dearly departed relative from all this talk about Tetsuo.

His Aunt Sakura. Tetsuo's wife, Sakura Noe.

He felt his heart twinge and throb in remembrance of her. His gentle mother figure in lieu of his real, estranged mother he could barely even remember at this point.

He then felt shame wash over him for feeling that way. He shouldn't let his emotions overcome him like that, the same way his passionate mother did that fateful day she got caught by his father cheating on him with her lover from another country.

Unbridled passion and emotion could push a person to do something drastic, like betray his or her spouse. Or country.

Therefore, Kinta pushed such feelings deep in his heart before it could take control of him.

The Bakumatsu was indeed a tumultuous time.

It was one thing for his mother to have an affair with another man from under his father's nose. However, it was a whole other kettle of fish for her to do so with a foreigner around the time foreign relations were strained.

She inadvertently became a symbol of the shogunate's weakness against foreign invaders, leading to bloody revolution.

However, Kinta also thought the Minakata Family immediately disowning her was too drastic a decision. He felt sick at how quickly his relatives banished her for the sake of saving their hides. Their so-called "honor".

Then again, he did somehow owe the Minakatas one for taking him in despite kicking off the black sheep of the family, abusive as they were to him.

His uncles treated him as though he were the bastard spawn between Aoi Minakata and her foreign lover rather than the legitimate heir to the family fortune.

As if reading his mind, his uncle said, "You should know better than to antagonize us, boy. We raised you. We bathed and clothed you. We even allowed you a share of the wealth, the so-called 'blood money' you feel contempt for yet still enjoy because we acknowledge you as a legitimate son of the family."

Uncle and nephew glared at each other eye-to-eye.

"You know what it is about you that makes me sick to my stomach, you ingrate? Your holier-than-thou attitude. The way you look down on us after everything we've done for you. How dare you."

Kinta couldn't deny that allegation. He'd considered many a night to disavow his wretched, criminal family. Especially now that he had proof of their illegal activities.

His uncle continued his rant.

"Understand that you'd be trash without us and without the Minakata family name. Know your role and shut your mouth. If it weren't for our magnanimous decision to keep you around instead of disowning you, you'd be no better today than my sister's other bastard gaijin lovechild."

The air inside the office felt so thick it suffocated the people inside. As though they'd just drowned in stale air. Thick, humid air.

He also had a name, by the way. The Prodigal Son of the Minakatas banished away along with his traitorous mother.

"Minakata Takuto."

This gave both Minakatas pause.

"W-What...?" trailed off Tatsuya, whose eyes then traveled back to the person who said that forbidden name.

It was Tatsuya's exceptionally tall bodyguard who spoke those words. That name.

How did he know the birth name of Aoi Minakata's bastard son?

The bodyguard chuckled then talked further.

"Takuto, huh?" he said in Japanese with a slight accent. A foreigner's accent he didn't have a few minutes ago when he talked to his boss. "It's been years since I was called that. I have a new name now. Lucas. Lucas Grant. The name my father intended to give to me before he died."

***

In the office next door...

Yahiko's eyes narrowed as he strained to hear what was going on in the other room.

Not because he had trouble hearing the words but more because his mind had trouble processing their significance.

Wait, what? Who was it that said "Minakata Takuto"?

Oh. The guy who said that was Takuto Minakata.

Who was Takuto Minakata? Weren't they talking about a gaijin lovechild from a disowned family member?

Jeez. He felt like a nosy housewife eavesdropping on her quarrelling neighbors as they aired their dirty laundry next door. He felt dirty just listening to all this unsolicited info.

However, he steeled his resolve. He felt something was definitely afoot.

This wasn't merely simple internal drama between family members. It was a power grab by one of their own fellow elites. Possibly by the person whom the Tokyo Samurai Descendant (and friends) had just saved from his own assassination.

Tetsuo Akahori.

Yikes. It saddened Yahiko how he had to protect oligarch nobility whose daily drama directly influenced the state of society and the wellbeing of the Japanese people.

Even though these wealthy people and V.I.P.s—the ones who belonged to the upper-echelon oligarchy of Japan—stunk of the same uppity attitude of Jusanro Tani, they didn't deserve cold-blooded execution.

To be honest though, Myojin was more concerned with how the Sakaguchis were somehow dragged into this mess due to old family ties and historical subservience to the former hatamoto-class samurai family.

This honor-bound sense of duty among past superiors reminded Myojin of the same debt of honor Tsubame Sanjo and her family had over Mikio Nagaoka and his family, even after the samurai class was abolished by the Meiji Government.

Or how Yahiko himself had to serve as the errand boy and pickpocket for the yakuza after becoming an orphaned child of samurai in Post-Tokugawa Japan.

Nearly all ex-samurai families faced such messed-up circumstances ever since Japan's upheaval from the Sakoku Era to the Bakumatsu to the Meiji Era.

Nearly all of them, anyway. Obviously, this wasn't the case for the Minakatas or ex-Ishin oligarchs.

The Son of Tokyo Samurai then heard anguished screams from an ensuing scuffle inside the office next door.

He turned to investigate along with the rest of the alerted bodyguards, only for one of them to unsheathe his saber and slash at everyone present with frightening efficiency.

Yahiko himself drew the sakabatou (reverse-edged sword) in time to block the blade, which wasn't actually a saber but instead a... a... rapier, was it?

A foreign sword forged from a solid metal bar of carbon-rich steel.

He remembered its name from the stolen foreign swords he saw used by the Wokou under the leadership of Shura's maritime nemesis, the Pirate King Hananuma Masakichi Inoue!

'What the hell was going on here?!' thought the flabbergasted young man. 'Who the hell is this guy? Wait… The Brigands Guild! This guy is probably one of the Brigands Guild!'

'Hmmm,' thought The Faceless after his blade clanged against the unexpectedly thick spine of the Japanese sword swung at him.

Once he shed his policeman guise and brandished his rapier, he expected to massacre the room-full of bodyguards and their brittle Japanese-made sabers or katanas.

Only for this teenaged upstart to block his strike with an unusually robust sword for something made of pig metal.

The Faceless realized something else. 'This li'l boy with the weird sword has some fight in him.'

***

Meanwhile, outside the money changer office...

Lieutenant Satoru Sakaguchi told his daughter, "Stay here with the rest of the security guards! Secure the perimeter! The Brigands Guild is probably attacking from the inside right now!"

"Father, wait..!" cried out Kyoko Sakaguchi, but she turned around too late. Her father was gone. He'd left her with the other Minakata hired bodyguards (or secret service).

She considered following him because the outside office perimeter had the patrolling May "Satsuki" Brooks to protect it, but Officer Sakaguchi ordered her to stay regardless.

So she followed his orders like the good daughter that she was.

Kyoko also probably said a few other things, but Satoru couldn't hear her gentle voice amidst their loud footfalls on concrete floor as he charged along with several other Minakata family bodyguards armed with swords, pistols, and rifles as well as the top students of Musou Madden Ryu.

A feeling of déjà vu filled Satoru's gut to the brim. This sneak attack reminded him of the one done to Tetsuo Akahori back in his hometown of Shinshushin.

So much for the 1880s being peacetime in the Meiji Era! What was with all these assassination attempts of top officials one after another?

The aftermath of the Chichibu Riots remained fresh in the minds of the police force, at that. However, they'd recovered enough from the trauma to provide better protection for the Minakatas than they did with the Akahoris.

However, the Yokohama Police Force sometimes refuses police protection to private citizens no matter how influential to the government they were.

Therefore, Satoru had to go there in his own time (and dime) to act as the Minakatas' bodyguard, along with the rest of the family and several of their school's best students.

He wondered if the Brigands Guild were somehow affiliated with the rebel Shogo Amakusa and his Hidden Christians before pushing such thoughts aside. Now wasn't the time for such idle musings.

He had to pursue these gaijin invaders properly so that the casualties here would be minimized compared to the disaster that happened in Shinshu.

He hoped against hope that these so-called brigands weren't a collection of Amakusas in remembrance of how Shogo single-handedly decimated multiple police squads like a one-man army.

That one man Kinta had faced off previously in his Uncle Kaneda's home certainly was Amakusa-like. That person with no face could fight toe-to-toe against the Mimawarigumi Battousai himself.

Satoru would be more at peace if Akahori's bodyguard, Soujiro Seta, were there with them right about now.

If there were members of the Brigands Guild like The Faceless, they'd all be all screwed.

They might as well evacuate the offices and just burn the place down to the ground to rid of these foreign vermin. Or at least fumigate the bastards.

***

Back inside the main office...

Both Minakatas, nephew and uncle, turned as white as bed sheets as they stared at the tall bodyguard before them.

What was once a man that resided in the background had ended up in the forefront of their attention. Like a marble statue that had come to life.

Lucas "Takuto Minakata" Grant bowed at both Kinta and Tatsuya as though this was a curtain call at a theater play and he was one of the actors taking a bow to the audience.

Like May "Satsuki Sakaguchi" Brooks, he was another person with two names and a foreign lineage involved with the Minakatas.

"It's a pleasure to meet you after all this time. You know me as Minakata Takuto, but to my comrades, the Brigands Guild, I'm instead known as Lucas Grant."

They should've noticed him earlier, what with his unusual height, length, and lankiness.

Sure, several other bodyguards with them matched his tallness. However, they didn't match his musculature and thickness.

Especially when he took off his Japanese disguise, his chiseled facial features showing hints of English or even Nordic features mixed with East Asian blood.

Speaking of which, after a couple of seconds of hesitation, the other bodyguards thusly dog-piled Takuto.

Smiling, Lucas grappled and threw the security around like rag dolls. Or little children. They made a mess, crashing into furniture and smashing into walls like they were flimsy matchboxes.

And now that the Minakatas were focused on him, they also noticed his blood thirst. His manic eyes belied his calm demeanor.

The camouflaged ninja from earlier attempted to attack Lucas with knives, only for him to bat them all away with his sheathed western sword, the half-breed foreign invader eyeing him and his cloaked movement in the corner of his blue eyes.

"So you now know the truth about your family, samurai?" said he Prodigal Son of the Minakatas to Kinta Minakata. His half-brother from another father. His mother's bastard child.

Takuto Minakata. Lucas Grant.

"So you're now aware that you belong to a corrupt lineage of crooks and thieves? Or even demons on earth? But maybe you already knew about that from the start. Maybe you're a bloody little devil yourself, Mr. Mimawarigumi Battousai."

Kinta couldn't believe his eyes. Takuto was there. In the flesh. The living proof of his mother's betrayal of his family.

For a change, Tatsuya Minakata was at a loss for words. His little sister didn't only have one brat but two. And now he had come back from banishment to enact his revenge against them.

Against the family that abandoned him and his mother.

Now it made perfect sense why the Brigands Guild was after them specifically.

They weren't just hired guns. They were his hired guns. The (literal) bastard found a way to rise from poverty and fund his revenge against the family that threw him and his mother away like trash due to her betrayal.

Was it the "Grant" family who funded this? Did Lucas find the relatives of his dead father and then waited all this time to get his long-awaited vengeance?

Kinta could've sworn it was Akahori who manipulated events to end up this way though. Call it a gut feeling based on past experience.

'Dammit,' thought Tatsuya. They—the Minakatas—had his sister marry the brother of Tetsuo specifically to avoid ending up in the Genbu Clan's warpath.

Sure, it was also to gain enough leverage for their family, the Seiryu Clan, to take control of the Black Book themselves, but that was to be expected of the politics of nobility.

'All's fair in love and war.'

Lucas grabbed hold of what looked like a book or even a tome as thick as the Christian bible, waving it at the Minakatas' faces like an arrest warrant.

"I have the smoking gun... or guns, as the case may be... of the Minakata Pharmaceutical Company being a 'habitual line-stepper' in terms of criminal activities. Your company wasn't only founded by laundered drug money. It also grew into a powerful multinational conglomerate through illegal marketing and medical practices."

Some of the knocked-out guards started coming to while the others remained unconscious.

Grant had enough presence of mind to beat the hell out of the awakened ones using his thick tome or callused knuckles before they regained their senses enough to be a threat to him.

All the while, he kept on talking.

Even as his fists got stained with their bodyguards' blood, he kept going with his long-winded spiel, spewing venom and bile all the while.

"Even before the Bakumatsu, Minakata Pharmaceuticals had been engaged in bribing physicians and suppressing adverse trial results. Since the 1860s, around the time the Meiji Restoration came about, your wretched hive of scum and its subsidiaries have been assessed with millions of yen in civil penalties and criminal convictions that have been swept under the tatami mat through your influence and connections with the Meiji Government."

With gleaming eyes and a fist dyed red with blood, Lucas asked Kinta again, "Do you support your family of criminals or not?"

Tatsuya had just about enough of his estranged nephew. "You son of a bitch...!" he trailed off, a pistol in his hand that he drew from a hidden pocket inside his overcoat.

"Hey," said Lucas, looking across the barrel of the gun like he would a wall, his glare focused more on the person holding the firearm.

His sweaty, half-drunk uncle, to be more specific.

The Minakatas then noticed the sheathed sword at Grant's side. They had concluded earlier it was another straight-bladed saber like the police officers had, but that was an optical illusion.

"Don't insult my mother like that. Call me the bastard all you want, but don't you dare sully my mother's name by calling her a bitch, Uncle Tatsuya."

Lucas then unsheathed his humongous sword.

In light of how tall he was, the sword did look like an ordinary saber when he held it. But only because it was proportional to him.

To anyone else who wielded it, it would've been obvious it was an extra-large sword.

The Prodigal Son of the Minakatas brandished a "hand-and-a-half" sword. Otherwise known as a bastard sword.

***

Right inside the next room...

As their swords clashed again, The Faceless got a better look at Yahiko's weapon that didn't break apart as easily as all the other brittle katanas and sabers that surrounded him.

'What an unusual Japanese blade. The sharp end is at its inside curve like a scimitar or scythe yet this boy uses it like a blunt bat or steel pipe.'

Curiouser and curiouser.

The Faceless donned a new mask before falling into his fencer's stance, which meant he shifted into his fencer disguise or perhaps even personality—the honorable duelist gentleman, Duke John Rathbone.

Rathbone embodied The Faceless' his extensive knowledge of western martial arts. The same honorable Englishman that took on the likes of the Mimawarigumi Battousai to a draw, with their matching skills in swordsmanship.

Yahiko went into basic neutral Chuden-no-Kamae (Water Stance) instead of his favored aggressive Jodan-no-Kamae (Fire Stance) in reaction to the somewhat unfamiliar sword style of this person before him.

He had to. Unlike when he dueled against local ronin, former samurai, or May Brooks, the thin, tall man before him fell into a stance he'd never seen before.

This masked man was probably one of the so-called Brigands Guild that was after the powerful Minakata Family of Yokohama.

One of the foreign invaders coming to the shores of Japan in order to fulfill the bloodthirsty desire of revenge by an abandoned half-gaijin child born from the Bakumatsu Era.

Where had Yahiko seen this situation before? 'Is this Lucas person the Englishman bastard version of Yukishiro Enishi or something?' he thought.

With a flourish, Rathbone then introduced himself to Myojin, saying in accented Japanese, "Greetings and salutations. My name is Duke John Rathbone of the Brigands Guild. Prepare yourself. En garde."

'Rasubo...?' thought Yahiko, unable to put into words the syllables of Rathbone's foreign name since Japanese lacked the sounds needed to pronounce it natively.

The teenager then saw the Duke move his lead sword hand like a metronome or a probing, one-handed Tsuki (Throat) strike, startling him.

This was the first time he'd seen the stance, but it looked somehow… familiar.

There was something hypnotic about the way the deceptively thin rapier blade swung to-and-fro from Rathbone's ready position.

Yahiko did probing swings of the sakabatou at the seemingly half-hearted thrusts of the tapered but strangely dense blade.

Little did he know the sword used high-grade steel instead of the katana's lower-grade steel mixed with powdered carbon during its smelting process.

Myojin whiffed on a strike that Rathbone baited him into doing, but countered with a cross-wrist Hadome (Sword Halt) to shield him from a mid-range stab to the heart.

He then stopped short of doing a Hawatari (Sword Crossing), turning the aborted counter into a feint that allowed him to sidestep and parry another thrust.

His sweated bullets and gulped hard, unable to find an opening to hit the fencing master without him getting countered with a stab in turn.

For one reason or another, he couldn't time him as well as he did the long-ranged strikes of Satsuki Sakaguchi.

Yet something nagged him at the back of his mind. Those constant thrusts timed with stomping footwork—where had he seen them before?

Did they remind Yahiko of Hajime Saito's Gatotsu or Hiratsuki? No, that couldn't be it.

Or maybe even someone like the elusive Aoshi Shinomori and his Ryusui no Ugoki (Water Flow Movement)? 'Nah.'

The Faceless smirked to himself inwardly, wondering, 'How far can this pup go?'

Rathbone and his pendulum of rapier strikes then started controlling the distance, mastering Yahiko's timing, and setting the boy up to hit him without getting hit in return.

The same thrusting sword served as John's shield too, parrying every attack attempt from Yahiko and thrusting afterwards, thus the samurai boy couldn't commit to any full-force attack.

Measured aggression. A swordsmanship clinic.

It felt like Myojin was swinging Kenshin's reverse-edged blade at a ghost. That somehow stabbed back.

A phantom nest of scorpions. A million suicidal bees with their stingers at the ready.

'God dammit,' thought the nicked and cut Yahiko, gritting his teeth.

What had he been practicing endless drills and sparring for if not to take down mercenaries like these?

He could barely dodge all this thrusts and slashes to his person, his wrists already raw from all his bare-skin blade blocks.

In Japanese, Rathbone told the bleeding Yahiko, "I have seen the best that Japanese swordsmanship has to offer, and you're not it."

***

Back at the main office...

Kinta himself fell into his modern iaijutsu or iaido stance that the Mimawarigumi confused with the Hitokiri Battousai's classical battoujutsu stance, moving in front of his uncle to protect him from, well, his own bastard half-brother.

His bastard half-brother with his bastard (or hand-and-a-half) sword, to be more specific.

The hand-and-a-half sword, by the way, was a late 19th Century term. Before that, this weapon type was only known as a "bastard sword", which referred to any blade that was an "irregular sword" or "sword of uncertain origin".

Meanwhile, the French "épée bâtarde" and the English "bastard sword" originated in the 15th or 16th Century.

Elizabethans used terms like "short", "bastard", and "long" to focus more on blade length. As for any sword that could be wielded by two hands, they called "two-handed".

By the 20th Century, the "long sword" or "long-sword" term referred to the rapier in the context of Early Modern or Renaissance Fencing.

Regardless, Takuto sneered, wielding his lengthy medieval, double-edged straight sword made of pure high-grade European steel.

"So you've chosen your side. So be it, big brother. I'm a little disappointed in you, though."

"Little brother," said Kinta in kind, pausing as though balking at the "aftertaste" those words left in his mouth.

Did they taste bitter as medicine? Or did they have a surprising sweetness to them that left him longing for a long-lost family member?

Perhaps even both. A bittersweet flavor.

Regardless, Lucas couldn't tell. The Mimawarigumi Battousai had quite the poker face.

Lucas continued. "I've been watching you all this time. You seemed like a stand-up guy. Certainly an honorable samurai when compared to someone like Cain Merrick."

He chuckled to himself. "You're one of the good ones, Minakata Kinta. However, you've chosen to protect criminal masterminds. The representatives of Japan's Oligarchy. But of course you'd do so. You're also one of them."

"That's enough from you," said Tatsuya, who then fired his pistol at Lucas Grant's face to preemptively assassinate the assassin.

Lucas ducked from the shot, the bullet grazing his shoulder as the cold bite of supersonic steel drew blood.

He then rose up in one fluid motion, his gleaming eyes leaving a streak of blue as he swung his bastard sword towards his Uncle Tatsuya's neck to give him a taste of the cold bite of his own (superior) steel.

Kinta himself reacted almost as quickly, even before any shot was fired, his wide eyes noticing Lucas' muscle twitch fast enough to activate his hair-trigger twitch reflexes and let his katana fly from its sheath.

The Mangetsu O Tsuku Nari (Full Moon Slash) from Kinta's curved blade clanged hard against the upward strike of Lucas's straight longsword, thus turning it more of a Hangetsu O Tsuku Nari (Half Moon Slash) instead.

Because Kinta's inherited sword, the Akatsuki (Red Moon), was forged using steel melted from the stolen weapons of the Wokou pirates as well as the swords of European invaders, it used the same grade of steel as his little half-brother's bastard sword.

'Just like Cain Merrick said,' thought Lucas. 'His sword is made of high-grade steel. It's sharp enough to cut apart European swords. But more importantly, his strike was able to block my own even though he has the shorter, thinner sword.'

The reverberation from the vibrating swords sung a solemn hymn of Cain and Abel that reached the two brothers all the way to the bone.

'He really is the Kagemusha. A true-blue samurai. The last of his kind.'

The floorboards splintered beneath their feet, the wood shards flying across the room.

Tatsuya himself tumbled to his posterior from the strength of the diametrically opposed blows, his second pistol shot veering wildly to the ceiling.

To Kinta, Lucas said, "You were the chosen one between the two of us. The favored son. Or grandson. Or nephew. I understand. Even if you ended up in a family of criminals, why would you abandon them after they've given you all of your precious privileges and political influence?"

The clash of blades neutralized their respective strikes, so Kinta couldn't do his signature quick follow-through that would've turned into a second Full Moon Slash, otherwise known as the Blue Moon Slash.

Kinta realized one more thing as he sheathed the Akatsuki back to its scabbard in anticipation for another attack. His gaijin half-brother stopped the Full Moon Slash with a one-handed slash from his heavier bastard sword.

Lucas wielded a heavier sword (48 inches or 120 centimeters) approaching twice the length of his katana (24 inches or 60 centimeters) with enough power in one hand to cut the Mimawarigumi Battousai's strongest attack in half or quarter strength.

"Unfortunately for you, that means you're now my target. Understand that this is nothing personal between you and me, big brother. I want your family dead. You're just collateral damage. Sucks to be you, bro."

***

At the gates of the moneychanger affiliate office...

Kyoko Sakaguchi considered disobeying her father's orders to follow after him, with the reassurance that Satsuki remained there patrolling the surrounding area with her naginata (glaive) in tow.

A festival occurred from beyond the gates across Chinatown. From what Kyoko had heard among the locals, it was for the Dongzhi Festival or a celebration of the Winter Solstice.

The parade would've served as the perfect cover for a team of international assassins in masks and costumes.

They would probably otherwise stick out like sore thumbs, but then again they were also capable of donning subtler disguises. Like the shinobi of yore in Ancient Japan.

She closed her eyes and tried to calm herself down.

Her excited hyperventilation ironically suffocated her rather than give her lungs the right amount of oxygen, her breath forming puffs of white smoke like from a kettle or a steam locomotive.

She then overheard the following conversation from several of the Minakata bodyguards beside her.

"Ugh. Why do we have to baby-sit the lieutenant's daughter? Jeez."

"I'm fine with it. She's kind of hot in a girl-next-door sort of way."

"She's just a kid, you pervert! And it's not like her stick-up-his-ass father would approve! He'd cut you down like he did that guy back in his hometown."

"Ha! I can wait. Just like Genji Monogatari (Tale of Genji)!"

"Shut up. That's enough from you two. She'll hear you."

She opened her eyes and chanced upon the bodyguard that leered at her from head to toe, making her cover herself by reflex.

The other bodyguards had the courtesy of looking away and pretending not to see her, which was a courtesy that the shameless man could not afford her.

Realizing that she'd noticed his gaze, the man winked at her and licked his chops. Like an eager wolf to a lamb.

The leering, creepy man reminded her of Keisuke. Not in appearance but in action.

'Ew. Gross.'

Something about the face she made must've made him realize the error of his ways, because soon enough, he looked away and whistled an off-tune folksong, his back turned at her.

She heaved a sigh of relief. In the past, she would've wilted like a freshly picked flower left on an empty vase over such male attention, which she heard gave them the wrong idea.

At least that part of her personality changed for the better.

However, on the flipside, sometimes a disapproving frown, a look of disgust, or an outright "No!" wasn't enough for men like him to take the hint.

Regardless, the double pony-tailed girl gripped her grandfather's sheathed sword tightly as she clasped her hands together in seeming prayer.

She vaguely remembered "Grandpa Genzo" talking about the Fuyutsuki (Winter Moon) and how their family inherited it from a legendary samurai's old pair of Sengoku Era swords.

Technically, the present Fuyutsuki wasn't the original Fuyutsuki but what was left of a tachi (ancient Japanese long sword) and wakizashi (secondary short sword) named Kogetsu (Little Moon) melted together to form the extra thick steel spine of the current version of the sword.

Unlike the Ship of Theseus—where all of the original boat's parts were replaced, so it was questionable whether the ship could still be considered the original or a brand new ship—the Fuyutsuki was a brand new sword born out of melting an ancient longsword and its short sword companion into one sword.

Like the reverse Ship of Theseus, almost. The separate ship made of the wood taken from the old Ship of Theseus to build a new boat altogether.

It was through the Fuyutsuki that Kyoko gained the confidence to go through the strenuous swordsmanship exercises required to master Musou Madden Ryu. It served like her grandpa's helping hand for her personality flaws.

Like a cane or crutch, almost.

Incidentally, the Ship of Theseus was one of the topics she learned from the personal bodyguard of Tetsuo Akahori, Soujiro Seta.

She wished Soujiro was there with her now.

Even though they weren't the same age, he wasn't that much older than her and he was the only boy a shy girl like her could talk to ever since Keisuke… made her family limit her interactions with boys her age.

Soujiro never looked at her that way. She could trust him.

He was instead enamored by the daughter of the Akahori Family. The hauntingly beautiful girl with porcelain white skin and snow white hair: Rin Akahori.

Just to be clear, Soujiro never looked at Rin with lewd eyes either. The gaze he gave her was one that Kyoko wished she'd get from a man she cared for in return.

Loving, caring eyes instead of the dirty gazes from lustful men that made her feel filthy and exposed.

By the way, Rin was the one who taught Seta about the Ship of Theseus, among other western ideas and literature. In turn, he brought the subject up to Kyoko.

Kyoko sighed and stared into the cold, moonlit sky. Soujiro had Rin. Kinta had... her Big Sister Satsuki.

No one within Satsuki's age range could beat her in long-range weapons combat, especially when she found her range.

The blonde bombshell turned adoptive daughter of the Sakaguchi Family proved herself a sharpshooter with a bladed stick. She might probably be the strongest female practitioner of Musou Madden Ryu, even.

Quite unlike Kyoko, though. She only started studying the family martial arts for the sake of protecting herself from the likes of Keisuke. For self-defense.

Someone as gentlemanly and reputable as Lord Kinta deserved having a foreign goddess like May Brooks as a wife instead of her: The lowly daughter of a Yokohama cop and a soba restaurant cook.

Satsuki and Kinta belonged together. Like an eastern prince meeting up with a western princess. Like an "East meets West" sort of deal.

All four of the security detail at the front gates of the office then heard a loud bang from above them. It sounded like it came from the roof.

"Huh? Was that a cat?" said the perverted security guard from earlier, scratching his cheek.

Another guard walked to the courtyard to get a better look at the top of the building.

The leader of the guards warned, "Careful now. The Brigands Guild is a tricky band of mercenaries. Don't be surprised if they have some flying freak shows with them."

Kyoko vaguely recalled the briefing she, her father, and the rest of the hired swords and guns got from the longest serving bodyguards of the House of Minakata.

So far the assassins had with them a man who used a poison-coated sword, a man with a thousand disguises, a huge burly lumberjack with a battle ax, and one other weird member.

The one who used grappling hooks and whirling blades to attack. The supposed lone pure Japanese member of the Brigands Guild.

Another shot that sounded like a firework rang out, followed by the scream of a fallen comrade.

A rope spear plucked itself out of the guard's chest, which gushed a fountain of blood.

Startled, the two remaining bodyguards took out their pistols.

The black-clothed man spun around like a whirling dervish, his blades gleaming in the moonlight before staining the sky and ground red like it was the Bakumatsu all over again.

"Who the hell are you? Identify yourself!" said one of the guards.

The swinging, kicking, and slashing shinobi rebutted, "Dead men don't need to know my name."

The guard presumably in charge barked out, "It must be him! The tumbling ninja with the rope spears! Shoot at him! Blast him to hell!"

Gunshots fired at the flipping and jumping ninja in dark clothing and an elaborate gas mask with goggles on it.

"Hey, he speaks Japanese! Are you Japanese?!" demanded the man who winked at Kyoko earlier, his pistol firing in the darkness. "You traitor. You're a ninja from Japan, aren't you? How dare you betray this country and ally yourself with foreign invaders!"

The goggled brigand harrumphed. "I have no allegiance to this country. My only allegiance is to myself."

The leering man ran out of ammunition and got his neck punctured with a rope spear while he fumbled to unsheathe his sword. He then slumped to the ground, gurgling.

The remaining bodyguard told Kyoko to run inside and get help before he himself had rope wrapped around his neck.

The Brigands Guild mercenary then used his body weight to lift and pull the guard up to hang him from the branch of a nearby tree.

Kyoko gulped, resisting the urge to flee. Her whole body screamed at her to run and hide.

She was the one who insisted to go with her father regardless instead of stay at the dojo with the rest of the students.

'Father. Grandfather. I'm sorry. I must fight.'

She just had to do it. She felt compelled to do so. Perhaps more for her sake than even for the sake of safeguarding the Minakata Family.

Before the guard could reach all the way up to the branch, Kyoko charged and let her Fuyutsuki sword fly from its scabbard, cutting down the rope and saving the man's life.

As the bodyguard's body dropped to the ground, she sheathed her sword back in a fluid motion. Just like how she practiced it countless times against straw dummies.

The goggles of the acrobatic man gleamed in the darkness before more rope spears flew from his wrists with a flick of his arms through a strange mechanism of some sort attached to the side of his hips.

With her heart in her throat and her hand firmly grasping the handle of her grandfather's refurbished ancient sword, Kyoko aimed for those contraptions in particular as she dodged the spears and dashed towards the strange man in black.

She proved elusive care of the ingrained sidesteps that she practiced to perfection care of the Young Moon Slashes she constantly avoided when sparring with Satsuki and her long-distance attacks.

The invader ended up within range of her slash.

Thanks to Grandpa Genzo letting her borrow his Fuyutsuki, she was able to finally do a perfect Mikazuki O Tsuku Nari (Crescent Moon Slash) at the ninja.

She had yet to do a Hangetsu O Tsuku Nari (Half Moon Slash) or Mangetsu O Tsuku Nari (Full Moon Slash) though.

As an amateur swordswoman, every other slash below the Crescent Moon Slash, like a Young Moon (Waxing Stance) or Old Moon (Waning Stance) Slash, she could do.

Darn it. Someday, she'd do a Full Moon Slash and show the rest of her family she wasn't the deadweight.

Today was not that day though.

As she prepared to cut through the rope spear devices attached to the brigand's hips, his body rolled along with the slash, the Fuyutsuki cutting nothing but air.

"Eh...?" she said before she got slashed apart from behind by the somersaulting ninja.

The cut would've been deeper had she not shifted her weight and changed stances from Waxing Stance to Waning Stance.

This allowed her to follow-through her missed strike with a Crescent Moon Slash to the rear that deflected the blade that almost cut all the way to her spine.

***

To Be Continued...

I'm still not over having to rewrite Chapter 52 from scratch. Regardless, I promise to be more careful in saving my work in the future so that I won't pull a Sisyphus and keep on rewriting things I've already written! Dammit!

Also, it needs to be said. Ever since Nobuhiro Watsuki wrote a continuation of RK involving the Hokkaido Arc, this story is now an "Elseworlds" kind of story set a little after the original ending of RK.

Danke, Abdiel

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#arashi #24hr tv 2019 #frisbeee guinness challenge #ohno satoshi #sakurai sho #aiba #ninomiya kazunari #matsumoto jun #jun can still proclaim their prowess due to early single being a frisbee shape #and sho joking that their core of their group formation was for the sake of flying disk #sakumoto you two dorks~~#sho-kun THAT hair~~

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Chapter 5: Sparks fly

chapters: 5/15 pairing: miya osamu x f! reader genre: romance, angst, fluff, inarizaki shenanigans wc: 6.5k summary: miya osamu does not dare set fire to his heart. it burns anyway.

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Miya Osamu is not quick to anger except when it comes to his idiot brother.

But Kaiyo is sorely testing his patience today.

“What do you mean you invited her along our trip?!” he demands, chasing her around the counter in her store as Atsumu films his antics on his phone. Osamu doesn’t even care that Shin-chan and Sho-chan are both gawking at the spectacle of all the adults in their lives behaving like children, because Kaiyo is interfering with his life in the most infuriating of ways yet again and she’s not even the least bit apologetic about it.

“Pfft!” she sticks out her tongue to blow raspberries.

He grabs at her fruitlessly as she hops about his shop, nimbly dodging his attacks. “Come back here, you gremlin - ”

“Why can’t I invite my friend on a trip?” she wheedles, blinking doe-eyed at him.

He does not buy her act, not when she’s responsible for tossing Ichika almost literally into Kita’s lap, not when she’s responsible for engineering Sakusa’s first meeting with Asami - never mind the fact that the two couples in question are very happily married with children to boot. He does not appreciate such interference, and yet Kaiyo irrepressibly grasps every chance she has to toss him on the tracks of the marriage train.

“Cos you’re tryin’ to set me up and I don’t appreciate it - don’t think I can’t see what you’re tryin’ to do - ”

“It’s not like I asked her to marry you?!” Kaiyo squawks, using ‘Tsumu as a shield. “Why can’t I have a friend on the trip? She’s friends with all of us, and she mentioned she’s never had much opportunity to leave the city, so why shouldn’t she come along with us?”

“Because -”

“It’s not gonna be awkward if that’s what you’re worried about. She’s gonna have her own room and it’s not like I’m asking you to babysit her - she’s a grown adult, and not Sho-chan.”

“ - gonna play with ‘Asami-chan, don’t wan’ Uncle ‘Samu -”

“Because -”

“Kaiyo’s right - ‘Samu, you’re complainin’ so much you’re gonna give Kaiyo the wrong idea - ”

“- the right idea you mean -”

“Uncle ‘Samu, y’know your face is turnin’ purple - wait lemme take a photo and send it to Ma-kun -”

“ENOUGH!”

Four pairs of eyes turn to stare at him.

Seething waves ease into ripples of resignation. There isn’t actually any good reason why you shouldn’t be invited along other than the fact he sees through Kaiyo’s transparent attempt at trying to set him up with you, and even he wants to stomp his foot and pull out his hair in frustration - very much not helped by the fact that Atsumu is just watching him with that ridiculously cheesy grin - there’s nothing he can do but give in to Kaiyo’s scheming.

“Fine”, he says, grinding his teeth down. “Have it your way.”

Kaiyo whoops. He resolves to conveniently sell out of her favourite onigiris for a week at least.

It’s not that he dislikes your company. Far from it, really.

Contrary to his protests, he likes spending time with you - who else is he going to debate with about the best way to choose tuna, or the best knife to use in the kitchen (Kaiyo was very pleased when you realised you’d always worked with her family knives). Bad days are better when you smile at you from across the counter, he can’t help but chuckle under his breath when you send him videos of Kombu-chan scaring your other neighbour’s dog away from your door before trotting back to you smugly for some treats.

You’re his friend. Nothing more, nothing less.

He’d like to keep it that way.

Back in his high school days when his teammates would chat idly about their preferences in a partner, he’d share that his type would be someone who’s kind, generous and sweet, preferably someone who’d like food as much as he - ‘Tsumu laughed at him and shouted that what he wants is some boring, goody-two shoes glutton - Aran and Kita thankfully always stepped in to throttle him and remind him to be respectful before Osamu could even throw the first punch and beat him into the dust.

He’s not blind. He knows you’re what he wants, if only he were looking.

You’re not the first girl Kaiyo has tried setting him up with. But every single date he begrudgingly goes on inevitably ends with him breaking out the cliched it’s not you, it’s me. His singlehood is probably the only thing his okaa-san is more disappointed in him than Tsumu.

“‘’Tsumu already spawned two monsters, ‘ka-sannn.”

“The more the merrier, Osamu”, she’d always reply. “Surely you can;t blame me for wantin’ my sweet, sensitive boy to be happy - ”

“I am happy.” he’d insist. “Don’t worry about me.”

He’s going to rub it in Atsumu’s face on their joint deathbeds at the age of one hundred and eight (because either going to meet their maker first is a scenario too terrible to imagine) that he’s had a happier life. He already has everything that makes him happy - his restaurant, the first sprouting into the second before branching out into the third. He has his crew, he has ‘Tsumu and Kaiyo and the kids practically eatin’ him out of house and home, he has his customers who stream in and out of his store with bellies full of food, hearts full of joy.

He’s happy.

“Do you ever miss any of this?” he asked you once, jutting his chin out at the expanse of his restaurant, all forty something wooden seats occupied, orders flying in and out of the kitchen while a hungry line snakes out of the front door.

“Only sometimes”, you reply, looking as if you’ve bitten something bitter.

But he’s seen the notes you scribble in the dog-eared notebooks you tote around, on cooking techniques that you learnt from your father and his father before him. He’s seen you record with painstaking care the findings of experiments you two have been conducting in his kitchen to the amusement of his staff.

“Really?” he asks.

“Hmm…there are little things that I miss about it now”, you reply slowly. “Seeing people smile is…kinda nice.”

The clouds clear. The sun peeks through.

But then something sours in your expression when you drop your gaze down to the knife you’re holding. He does not miss the slight tremble of your hands nor the faint lines of scars running up your forearms to your elbows. “What happened?” he’d asked you about it once.

“I was five and kinda clumsy”, you replied, as if it explains everything.

It doesn’t. It only makes him want to pound something into the ground.

He digresses.

His restaurant makes him happy. It’s all that’s needed to make him happy.

After all, he has no desire to be like Atsumu, inviting a storm into his life when he’s unprepared to weather it out. Commitment - he doesn’t want to be responsible for another broken heart. It’d be easy to date around or get married, but what’s the point if he’ll just be a terrible partner, with his long hours and demanding career. He won’t even contemplate children. There’s no time for that when he already has three restaurants under his belt, delicate green saplings he’s determined to nurture into grand, old oaks.

“You are crazy for taking him back”, he tells Kaiyo bluntly the night she begged him to accompany Atsumu for drinks with her brothers, fearful that her newly returned husband might be maimed from the encounter.

She answers with a wry shrug.

“He’s already left you. Twice, in fact, unless you broke your head and forgot all about that.”

He’s been there in the wake of her heartbreak at the hands of his twin brother. First, he had to beat ‘Tsumu black and blue until he learnt his responsibility to the daughter he put in her belly. Second, he had to hold her together when ‘Tsumu left until she welded the broken pieces of herself back together. Despite having her heart broken again and again, she still keeps taking Atsumu back.

“He asked me to jump off a cliff with him” she explained when he remonstrated with her.

“How romantic.”

“Osamu!” she huffs. “You’ll understand one day when it’s your turn to fall in love.”

“Never.”

“You wait and see”, she teases.

He’s about to retort that he’ll never be as ridiculous as she is but he’s interrupted by Atsumu stirring from his drunken stupor from a night out with her brothers, all determined to drink him into alcohol poisoning.

“I’m here”, she goes to him as Atsumu murmurs her name. He looks away when she takes his brother’s hand.

Perhaps she’s finally found domestic bliss with Atsumu, who now seems to be the epitome of a family man. But Osamu isn’t convinced that he can do better than his brother. Outwardly, despite their identical faces, they seem like polar opposites. Atsumu is loud mouthed, Osamu is soft spoken. Atsumu is a dick, Osamu tries his best to be polite. But as Shinsuke has always noted, they share the same DNA, the same genetic sequencing, built from the same material.

How different can he truly be from his twin?

Atsumu’s not the only one with with a fraught marriage. He’s consoled patrons both young and old when they come in with their faces glum, caused by cheating spouses, deadbeats, partners who vanish without a trace. He’s seen what marriage has done to his own friends - Gintama’s in a loveless union with someone who treats him like dirt (just leave already, he says, but his friend only shrugs), and Suna - well, less said about that disaster, the better. Kita has a rock solid marriage, but that’s because he’s practically a god with no faults of his own.

Osamu, on the other hand, has so many flaws of his own. It’s only prudent that he not gamble with someone else’s happiness. Kaiyo can do so with hers, it’s her life, her prerogative, but he’s not going to subject some innocent third party to the ticking time bomb tucked inside him, hardwired to explode.

“‘Samu!”

Something twists in his gut when he finds you waiting on the train platform. Your hair is askew and you’re wearing probably the ugliest flannel shirt known to mankind in an attempt to look like a farm girl, but the bright smile on your face when you catch sight of him is contagious, and he can’t keep happiness from spreading like wildfire, greeting you with a smile of his own.

“I’m so glad you’re here”, you say. “Here, take my suitcase for me. I nearly died lugging it here.”

He stumbles under the weight of said suitcase when loading it into the train and curses aloud. Kaiyo only gives him a thumbs up though Atsumu makes a show of clapping his hands over Shoma’s ears. “What on earth did you pack for this trip, the entire combini?” he demands, when he locates your seats - next to each other, courtesy of Kaiyo, of course.

“Presents for the kids!” you reply, rifling through the huge container of things you’ve deemed necessary for a week-long trip. “A castella cake for Kita-san’s granny, Kaiyo mentioned she has a fondness for that. And I know it’s customary to bring fruit as presents for our hosts, but I figured they get better produce out in the farmlands so I popped into the department stores to get some expensive mochi and sweet treats, hopefully they’ll like that.”

“I hope they don’t like it too much or they’ll end up with a mouthful of cavities”, he says drolly, shaking his head at your generosity.

You roll your eyes at him before admitting sheepishly. “I…didn’t know what to bring for them. I’ve never really gone on a trip like this before. So I may have overdone it.”

“I’ll eat it all if they can’t finish it.”

You smack his shoulder. “That’s your motive for being discouraging, you sneaky bugger”, you accuse him.

“You’re still gonna give me one anyway”, he says, unrepentant.

Despite your outrage, you still plop a sweet into his palms and he settles back in his seat, satisfied. The train trundles on, its swaying lulling you to sleep, your head finding a pillow on the shelf of his shoulders. It’s only to be expected, because you stubbornly hung around the restaurant til closing last night despite having a night shift the night before. He wraps his jacket around you because it’s the decent thing to do, and does not even mind when you mumble incoherent nonsense and drool against his sleeve.

(Okaa-san raised one of ‘em right, at least)

“Aww”, Kaiyo coos, leaning over the top of the seat like a student on a school trip. “How adorable.”

He expects her to snap a photo or do something that would set his teeth on edge, but she sticks out her pinky finger at him. “I offer a truce to my favourite brother in law.”

“I’m your only brother in law.”

“C’mon! It’s a generous offer! I solemnly swear I won’t try anything on this trip”. She pouts when he only glares at her. “What!” she squawks, indignant. “Why don’t you believe me?!”

He’d stand up to throttle her, but that’d mean waking you up from your much needed nap so he tucks you against his shoulder securely before settling for a cat-like swat of Kaiyo’s hand.

“Cos you’re a bundle of trouble”, he states flatly.

“I forget how stubborn you can be sometimes”, she groans, wiggling her pinky insistently. “C’mon, I won’t push but promise me you’ll be a good friend to her and help her enjoy this trip? She deserves that much at least.”

“I’m not an asshole. I was gonna do that anyway.”

Her eyes dance with amusement. “And I promise to behave, if that helps you relax.”

While he’s inclined not to trust her, he links his pinky with hers. “Don’t push her over the mountaintop in some misguided attempt at matchmaking, that’s all I’m sayin’” he quips.

“C’mon”, she yelps, outraged. “I wasn’t even in Hyogo when Ichika decided to fall off that damned mountain, and I was just tryin’ to give Kita a gentle push in the right direction - ”

She trails off as he gives her a look, knowing that she’s not helping her own case.

“Promise you’ll be good”, Osamu warns.

She rolls her eyes. “I’m always good.”

“No interfering”, Osamu says firmly.

“No interfering”, Kaiyo parrots, pouting.

“Swear that you’ll stop your matchmaking attempts on your idiot husband’s life.”

She snorts. “I swear on my idiot husband’s life.”

“Hey!” Atsumu protests, but he’s distracted when Shoma wordlessly starts pasting a whole sheet of food stickers on him.

Fortunately, you continue snoring despite the commotion, even as the train pulls away from the city grid, concrete blocks of apartments and shops giving way to sloping green fields and hills that rise out of the earth. He settles back into his seat, careful not to jostle you, going through orders and paperwork on his tablet until the lightbulb shining overhead is overshadowed by dawn’s arrival.

“I don’t understand why you take so many night shifts”, he grouses as he walks you home.

You hum. Previously, you might’ve told him to just stop coming by the combini which he does without fail, at least once a week, but he always claims that he needs a breather after the intense mornings he has, rushing to the fish market at the crack of dawn, arranging for rice to be cooked, stocked to be boiled, all before it’s even eight o’clock in the morning. So now you just accept his complaints with equanimity.

Today though, summer is well and truly dying. Fall takes its place so the mornings are a little lazier, the sun rises a little later. You stop at the end of the road where the sidewalk ends, and morning traffic begins, tilting your face to the sky.

“I like seeing the sun rise”, you say softly. “I wonder what today brings.”

As the sun climbs over the horizon, spilling its light across the sky like fire in pink shades and gold hues, he takes hold of your shoulder, shaking you gently awake. “Wake up”, he murmurs, snorting under his breath when you squeeze your eyes shut. “It’s too early”, you grumble, but still, you obediently blink open your eyes.

“The sun doesn’t seem to think so”, he jokes, offering you a sip of hot tea from his thermos flask as you rub the heels of your hands into your eyes until like the earth, you slowly awake.

“G’morning ‘Samu”, you murmur.

The greeting pulls at the knot in his gut, though his heart is light with a feeling he does not recognise yet. “Good morning”, he replies, taking the liberty of brushing the hair out of your eyes, tucking it behind your ear. “Thought you might wanna see the sunrise.”

“I see it quite a lot these days”, you laugh, but when you turn your head, your mouth forms an adorable o! and he chuckles as he changes seats with you.

“I thought you see it quite a lot these days?” he teases as you press your cheek against the glass.

“Shhh. It’s so different out of the city”, you whisper, breath fogging up the cool window, obviously spellbound.

He wants to steal a bite of your childish delight for himself. “So what do you think of it?”

“Mm? Tis pretty” you murmur, gazing out of the window, eyes aglow.

“Yeah”, he replies, voice gruff. He doesn’t realise he’s looking at you, not the sun.

Kita’s waiting for them at the station with a colourful, glittery sign that spells out WELCOME!, the kanji stark against the dull browns and greys of the village parking lot. Clearly the doing of his wife and daughters, but he waves it sportingly over his head, bowing politely when everyone emerges, a little dishevelled from the long train ride.

“Did Asami make that?” Atsumu chortles gleefully, pointing at the banner.

“Yes”, Kita responds placidly. “By the way, you have a sticker on your cheek, Atsumu.”

Between the two former captains of Inarizaki, you snort at how clear it is to see who comes off the worse in that encounter, as Atsumu struggles to peel the bright coloured onigiri sticker from his cheek (Shoma, the perpetrator, holding his mother’s hand, looking as if butter wouldn’t melt in his mouth) and Kita gives one last merry jiggle of the bedazzled poster before setting it down in his van, looking every inch the proud father of three daughters.

You bow politely when he turns to greet you. “It’s nice to meet you”, he says as Osamu lifts your suitcase into the back of his van. You could’ve sworn his lips quirk up ever so slightly as he adds “you must be Osamu’s friend”, and you wonder if you’re left out of an inside joke when he glances at Kaiyo from the corner of his eyes and Osamu chokes, but you’re too distracted thumping Osamu’s back in an attempt to stop him from hacking his lungs out to pay Kita’s strange behaviour any mind. You promptly forget that strange incident when everyone’s loaded onto the truck and starts the journey towards the farm.

Autumn in Hyogo is transcendent.

The maple trees on fire, leaf tips tinted gold. The yellow foliage of gingko trees in the gorge you drive past, the hues of orange and amber of fallen leaves, the rolling hills and vast valleys. You’re almost reluctant to leave the van because you’re still awestruck by the beauty of the Japanese countryside in all its autumn glory, but Osamu bumps your shoulder.

“I’ll drive you out to see it all again, if you want”, he offers, so you step out of the van to take charge of your suitcase and offer the proper greeting to your hosts who’ve so kindly agreed to put you up in the guest house.

“It’s so nice to meet you!” Ichika, Kita-san’s wife chirps, her trio of daughters clustered around her legs. “I hope you’ll be happy here.”

“I already am”, you tell her truthfully, because with views like that, you forget all your troubles, leave your worries behind. Besides, you already feel at ease with Ichika and her family by extension, because her warm manner is welcoming, and she’s clearly someone Kaiyo adores, your friend tossing herself bodily at Ichika, bawling into her shoulder that it’s been too long, I need to kidnap you from your husband, said husband looking both amused and concerned about the imminent disappearance of his wife.

“I’m glad”, she says, when she finally untangles herself from the octopus-like grip of her best friend with the help of Atsumu, ushering you up a slope where your lodgings for the next week await. Kaiyo’s mentioned her best friend runs a guesthouse that’s comfortable and clean in her multiple attempts to persuade you to tag along, but she’s clearly omitted the fact that the minshuku the Kitas own in their vast rice farm has blossomed into a stately property, twelve sprawling rooms with traditional tatami floors, a communal bathhouse, even barbeque pits on the sides for picnics under the stars.

Shoma’s already disappeared with the eldest of the Kita brood, while Shino’s already set up shop in the family room, video-calling Meian Makoto as her Atsumu glowers, until he’s dragged into a conversation with Kita and his brother. Kaiyo disappears off to greet and gossip with Granny, leaving you alone with Ichika, who brings you to your room.

“You have a beautiful place”, you say. “Thank you for letting me stay with you.”

“A friend of Kaiyo’s is a friend of mine”, she replies, and you find yourself beaming back at her, her cheerfulness contagious. “And thank you for your kind words! I always try to have Kaiyo and her family come over for as long as they can in autumn, though it’s a pity Atsumu has to leave early-”

“You’re just happy to get Kaiyo to yourself”, the man in question interjects. Ichika just turns her nose up at him.

“- And as I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted, I personally think the minshuku is at its best in autumn when the leaves change colour and the entire valley looks like it’s on fire. Plus, the harvest is over and we can actually relax, but Shinsuke always disagrees and says it’s best in spring for some reason.”

“The farm is at it’s best in spring when the flowers blossom”, Kita Shinsuke pipes up, warmth evident in his eyes as he gazes at his wife. “You should come back in spring, see the farm transform into a sea of flowers in bloom.”

Ichika laughs, curling an arm around her husband’s lean waist. “We’re both biased in our own ways. I love the farm in fall because that when I first visited the farm - at Kaiyo’s suggestion, no less - and promptly fell in love with my wonderful husband right here - ” Kita promptly turns so red in embarrassment, you wonder if he’s impersonating a traffic sign though he just pulls his wife closer, shaking his head with exasperation - “Whereas he’s a romantic and loves spring best ‘cos that’s when we got married, right Shin?”

Kita sighs but answers stoically - “that’s right, dear heart.”

Even though he’s clearly embarrassed, the look of open affection is clear to see. Then they catch each other’s eye and oh - the magical glimmer of lovelight in their eyes, like fireflies on a summer’s night, makes your heart wrench.

“Oi! ‘Chika, she’s gonna keel over from the journey, can you stop mooning over your husband -”

“Miya Osamu, I swear you’re becoming more and more like your idiot brother - ”

“Hey!”

You’re ushered into your room, alone yet overcrowded with your thoughts. You should unpack, take a breather and maybe take a shower before offering some help to prepare dinner. Surely with so many people on the farm they’ll definitely need help with food and it’s really the least you can do. But as you’re about to leave your room you hear a clatter of something clearly metallic outside your door.

“What on earth - Osamu, did you actually bring your own knives? Do you actually think Granny’s gonna let you anywhere near her kitchen, at least tonight - ”

Miya Osamu clearly shares the same thought as you.

“C’mon, ‘Chika”, you hear Osamu grumble as you emerge from your room. “Let me cook for y’all so I don’t feel so much like a damned parasite - ”

“Absolutely not”, your hostess declares with the manner of an offended kitten. “You’re here for a holiday, which you hardly ever take for yourself, I know that ‘cos Kaiyo always complains that you work too hard.”

“Then what am I supposed to do?” he says mournfully, arms full of sharp knives but still managing to look like a lost child. You find it absolutely adorable.

(put that thought on ice)

Ichika’s mouth stretches wide into a cheshire grin, turning to address you, the unwitting collateral damage in their exchange. “It’s your first time visiting Asago right? That means you’ve not had the chance to see the Takeda castle ruins, and it’s the perfect time to see it in the fall. ‘Samu will bring you, won’t he?”

Osamu just glares as if she’s mortally insulted him.

“It’s okay, I can just stay here and explore the farm”, you demur, but Ichika starts chattering a mile a minute about how everyone else is occupied - the children at the duck pond, Kaiyo disappearing with Atsumu to make out somewhere in the fields (it’s like they actively want to be caught by Shinsuke or something), she and her husband busy with some chores - so Osamu’s the best guide for you, since Granny and I’ll be cooking dinner, he’ll have nothing to do. She doesn’t take no for an answer, something she shares with Kaiyo in common, shooing you off in the direction of the truck, tossing the keys at Osamu’s head which he catches with well honed reflexes, grumbling under his breath.

“Don’t fall off the mountain!” she calls cheerfully. “But if you do - Osamu, you better carry her back home!”

Osamu just mutters something about how she’s in cahoots with Kaiyo, but gallantly opens the truck door, helping you in. “You wanna see the castle then?”, he asks, revving the engine, reversing out onto the road for the second time today.

“I don’t need to”, you reply. “I don’t know what’s around here. I mean - we can do anything you want, I really don’t mind.”

“It’s not about what I want”, he says, patient as ever. “I grew up around here, been dragged up the castle more times than I care to count. It’s kinda nice ‘specially around sunset. We can go there if you want.”

You imagine Osamu as a young boy, one half of a ragtag duo with Atsumu, dirt smudged on his cheeks, scuffed up knees, more considerate than his loud mouthed brother, the reasonable, responsible Miya twin.

“Would you bring me around to your favourite places around here?” you ask meekly.

His forehead puckers in confusion. “My favourite places?” he echoes. “I grew up in Tooyoka, it’s about forty minutes drive away. You sure you wanna visit it? It’s just another sleepy town y’know? Great onsens around the area, but it’s pretty quiet.”

“I’m just curious” you say without offering any further explanation, expecting him to laugh at your odd request but he glances at you, wordlessly confirming that you’re serious before turning the truck northwards, slicing through the mountains, following the road towards the sea.

As he drives, he offers you snippets of stories, how impressed he was that Kita Shinsuke used to cycle an hour through the mountains just to get to high school and was not only punctual, but always the first one to arrive for morning practice, almost always before dawn, and how Atsumu, in contrast, could never wake up for anything except for volleyball practice, leaving you in stitches as Osamu mimics his brother yelling at him for letting him oversleep as passes the bus stop where the twins used to wait for the bus to school.

“Don’t you want to stop to say hi to your parents?”

“Nah, you asked for my favourite places, right? C’mon, don’t look at me like that”, he chortles, carefully parking the truck before leading you down a row of shophouses, stopping in front of a soba noodle shop. The proprietress bursts into a wrinkled smile when she recognises him through thick glasses and marvels over how handsome he’s grown.

(you find yourself agreeing with her)

“I should’ve known your favourite places would revolve around food.”

“You make me sound like a terrible son. C’mon, food first - I’ll visit them later in the week before ‘Tsumu leaves for practice. We had an early lunch, now it’s time for tea”, Osamu argues, ordering two steaming bowls of soba noodles, topped with freshly grated ginger, crisp spring onions and perfectly golden tempura bits.

“Plus, it’s life changing. It’ll teach you the meaning of happiness.”

“Life changing, huh?” you tease, but your eyes widen dramatically as you take your first slurp of noodles. Handmade buckwheat noodles, grown in fresh soil and water, piping hot soup laden with savoury comfort. It feels like a warm hug from a doting grandma or the feel of a sweater fresh out of the dryer, and if you have to eat your words for doubting him in the first place - well, Osamu just grins and orders another bowl for sharing and doesn’t rub it in.

He pronounces the ice cream he drags you to life-changing as well, narrating how he’d stop by without fail after elementary school, leaning his bicycle against the preposterously ugly cow statue they have in front, ordering two scoops of ice cream at least- cycling through all the freshly made flavours. In homage to the season, he orders kuri, jewelled chestnuts in the pale yellow scoop, along with a blend of satsumaimo, the vibrant purple of the sweet potato twirling around swirls of creamy vanilla. In between licks of the ice cream which he so generously let you hold, he tells you about how he’d wander up and down the food street, trying their wares, figuring out what he liked about each and everyone of their offerings, experimenting in his parents’ kitchen on the weekends even though his grandma disapproved.

“We all hate that all witch”, he says matter of factly, as he leads you down the street. “So it’s karma that I’m doing the exact thing she used to scold my ma for.” He switches to a nasal whine - “How could you let your son be in the kitchen, it’s a woman’s job - “, then he deadpans - “well, my ma and I would make onigiris together anyway to bring over to my grandma - I used to wonder what the odds are of her chokin’ on one, but you know what they say, evil just doesn’t seem to die - ”

“Miya Osamu!” you say severely.

He just snorts. “She’s alive and kickin’, so don’t get all huffy on me right now.”

You reach the edge of a park. “So you sell onigiris just to spite your grandma”, you muse as you sit on a swing.

He takes a seat next to you, kicking up sand as he builds momentum.

“Nah, it’s cos’ they appeal to a wide segment of society and I’m raking in money from low margins”, he deadpans as you roll your eyes at the nonsense he’s sprouting from his mouth. “Hey! I gotta use the business school jargon I learnt so I don’t waste the term I spent there before droppin’ out.”

“Sure”, you say. “Not ‘cos you have a soft heart and want to make as many people as happy as possible, with life-changing onigiris -”

“My life mission has been found out”, he replies, drolly twisting his mouth, before you both collapse in mirth, the clear afternoon air ringing with your shared laughter. Your belly aches so much from the combination of too much food and laughter that you’re almost too distracted to hear his next words, whistling in the wind.

“At least - I hope they make people happy”, he says, staring far away as if he’s able to peer through time and space back into each of his little restaurants if he peers past the horizon. “My onigiris, that is”, he adds, as if there’s any need to clarify what he means. “I think they do. That’s all I set out to do in this life.”

You think of his restaurants, filled to the brim with hungry patrons leaving content at the end of a hearty meal. His onigiris, stuffed with handmade fillings, lovingly made with fresh ingredients, each a palmful of rice squeezed loosely thrice, roughly the size of a heart. Simple yet deeply satisfying, the sort of food one eats regularly both for sustenance and comfort.

“They do”, you announce to your audience of one who just looks at you, bemused.

“I’m glad you think so.”

“Well - I mean - ”, you fumble, because you should qualify your statement, stealing a few beats to formulate a response by tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear. Suddenly, you’re shy because perhaps you’ve spoken out of turn, you’ve never professed to be the best at reading people so you’re not exactly best placed to make hasty generalisations about his customers. “Your onigiris”, you parrot his own words back at him, as if there were any doubt what you were referring to.

“They make me happy. They do.”

Then you glance up almost furtively at him, worried that you’ve overstepped. You’re - yes he’s said you’re his friend - but there’s almost something too personal about declaring that the fruit of the craft he’s devoted his entire life to is a source of joy to you. Perhaps it comes off as a little creepy, perhaps he’s going to think you’re rude.

But he looks at you, gaze steady. “I’m glad”, he says simply.

The coil of anxiety tightening in your chest loosens. You hesitate but his open expression doesn’t falter, so you allow your mouth to fall open into a smile.

There’s a gradual build up of children in the park, some even waiting around you - swings are hot property and school just let out for these kids, he explains, as you take his hand, letting him help you out of your seat. He guides you along a well worn path - ‘Tsumu and I used to play tag there, he points to a muddy field as you shudder in sympathy for the state of his parents’ floor, we nearly drowned catching frogs here, he points to a clear stream, water burbling a merry song.

Tori gates flare scarlet in the distance, framing steps cut into the hill. “C’mon”, he urges when your pace slackens. “We won’t make it to the peak in Takeda, but I think this is a pretty decent substitute. Just in time for sunset too.”

You obediently follow him up the steps even though your thighs burn, unused to the exertion. When you reach the peak, he grabs hold to the back of your top, the fabric tethering you to him.

“I’m under orders not to let you fall off the edge”, he says in response to your questioning glance, clearing a space for you to sprawl out on the grass.

You don’t point out that there are barriers ring-fencing you from toppling over. Besides, the peak of this little hill is hardly anything to speak off, barely overlooking the sleepy town stretching into the sea. Instead, you listen to his recounting of how Ichika and Shinsuke’s ill-fated hike up the mountain the ruins of Takeda castle, gasping when Ichika tumbles off the peak (she was too distracted lookin’ at Shinsuke to watch her footing), cooing when Kita Shinsuke carries her on his back to find their way back towards the farm (she sprained her ankle, but I think she still enjoyed that hike).

“What a nice romance”, you sigh.

“I guess”, Osamu says with a nonchalant shrug.

He scoffs when you ask him teasingly if he ever brought a sweetheart or two up here in his youth. “They all flocked to ‘Tsumu, not me”, he says, without a hint of resentment. “Not that I had too much interest, t’was too wrapped up in volleyball in high school. And I guess it didn’t make sense for me to date then, my pocket money’s better spent on food for myself.”

“And now?” you ask. For some reason, your heart crawls its way up your throat, leaving a burning sensation behind.

“Now? I’m busy. Can’t be bothered”, he replies shortly.

Again, you wonder if you’ve overstepped, if you’ve crossed the boundaries that friendships have in place (you’ve had so few of them, you wouldn’t know what’s right from wrong) but he just cracks a wry smile. “Stop starin’ at me, you’re here to watch the sunset.”

Obediently, you follow his lead, tilting your face up to watch clouds gust across clear skies. You bear witness to the extinguishing of the sun’s rays, its gradual dip towards the horizon. The sky starts to darken until fiery orange and gold streaks from the sun’s farewell are all that remains of the day.

“Did you enjoy yourself today?” Osamu asks as you make your way down the hill, back through the town where the truck is parked.

For a split second you close your eyes. You imagine another life where you grew up here in this small town between the sky and the sea. You imagine another life where you were allowed to learn how to kick your legs on the playground swings so you can arc through the air. You imagine being childhood best friends with him, accompanying him as he shyly tells each store owner that their food is oishi! when it deserves praise, following him through tori gates up to the top of the hill where you’d get him to yourself since everyone else would flock to Atsumu. You imagine another life where, on a perfect autumn day like today, you tell him that you like him. You imagine stealing a kiss from him as the sun sets.

You choke.

Your heart thunders against your chest, so hard that you have to press your hand against your ribs to keep steady. Blood rushes through frozen ventricles, a sudden inferno blasting your insides, gasoline churning in your gut. Your brain must have turned into ash, you’ve clearly lost all sense of logic to have such thoughts stray into your mind. You’re a walking cliche, forming a crush on the first guy who’s nice enough to befriend you. You should retreat back in your hole, bury yourself deep enough until the earth caves in and no one is around to witness your shame.

“You ok?” Osamu asks, frowning when he doesn’t get a response from you.

You have to avert your eyes. In the shadows of dusk, the sun leaves its mark, gold flecks in his dark eyes. You need to take a step back, regroup and figure out what’s your next step.

“Yeah”, you manage to say, your mouth bone-dry. “I’m fine. I - I enjoyed myself today. Thank you.”

His lips curve into a smile. “I’m glad”, he replies.

Sparks fly. Fire burns in the night sky.

note: a little early, and i hope you enjoy this chapter too! drop me an ask and let me know what you think!

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broccoliboix5peepeeman · 3 years ago

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What should shoto reaction be if izuku had long curly hair? 🤔

Shoto, making grabby hands: me want to touchy 😳

This quirk was annoying.

Sure, it could've been something a lot worse, but Izuku already had a hard time looking after his hair. Now he was stuck with long, frizzy hair that reached his biceps until he could either book a hair appointment or grab a knife and hack it all off.

He sighed as he finished applying the product Ashido had gifted him. The woman was his saviour at this point; if it wasn't for her, Izuku would still be trying to brush his unruly curls like a maniac.

A loud knock drew him from his thoughts.

'Izuku? Are you okay? Uraraka said you got hit by a quirk and are sulking.' His boyfriend's voice was muffled by the door, but his concern was evident. 'Can I come in?'

Izuku bit his lip and glanced at his reflection in the mirror next to him, before finally relenting.

'Sure.'

Shoto immediately entered the room, looking around for Izuku. The latter watched with anticipation, and when dichromatic eyes finally landed on him, Shoto's concern morphed into confusion, then into something almost... hungry?

'You have long hair.' His boyfriend swallowed heavily.

'Do I?!' Izuku exclaimed, grabbing the annoying curls like he'd only just noticed their existence. However, when Shoto merely raised an unimpressed eyebrow, he sighed. 'I'm sorry, Sho. It's just... it's so annoying, I'm already really bad at taking care of my hair and then this quirk goes and doubles the amount, and I know you probably hate it but-'

'What gives you that impression?' Shoto cut in, frowning. He didn't usually interrupt Izuku's rambling unless he had a valid reason.

'Because...' He struggled for a moment, searching Shoto's expression. 'I'm... projecting?'

'Checks out.' His boyfriend stepped forward and reached out to run his hands through long curls. Izuku couldn't help the way his eyes fluttered shut at the feeling. 'Because I actually love it. Your hair is beautiful, just like the rest of you, and it's so soft and... poofy. I'm going to keep touching it for the next ten minutes, if that's okay?'

Izuku snorted, smiling dopily at his boyfriend before nodding. Maybe having long hair wasn't as bad as he'd originally thought.

'Thanks, Shoto-kun.'

#tododeku #todoroki shoto #midoriya izuku #lovely people #long hair #todoizu #todomido #dekutodo #izushou #AgarJelly writes #a little bit

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dadbodosamu · 3 years ago

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Only You || Only You, Too

MSBY4, Suna Rintarou, Miya Osamu x Cis!Fem! Reader

WARNINGS: gangbang, threesome, double penetration, triple penetration, fisting, dacryphilia, mxm, daddy kink, oral (m+f receiving), anal (m+f receiving), toys, filming, bisexual Miya twins, Bisexual Suna, Bisexual Sakusa, shotgunning, dick piercings, cockwarming, shower sex

12.4k words unedited as always

only you || only you ii || only you iii || only you iv || only you v || only you vi || extras || only you, too

Tagged: @sunascumdoll

“We’ll be there in a minute, doll,” Atsumu said. You nodded even though he couldn’t see you through the phone.

“Okay, I’ll finish getting ready,” you said. “I’ll see you in a minute.”

“Bye, doll,” Atsumu said. You ended the call and walked into the bathroom. You stared into the mirror.

“It’s okay, you got this,” you said, hyping yourself up. “None of the boys would ever hurt you unless you asked for it.”

You jumped as you felt Osamu’s arms wrap around you.

“Ya okay, baby?” He asked, resting his head on your shoulder.

You nodded. “Just a little nervous,” you said. You clenched and unclenched your hands.

“Don’t be nervous, baby,” Osamu said. “Ya’ve already fucked everyone that’s coming.”

“Not at once though,” you said. “What if I end up focusing too much on one person?”

“Ya won’t,” he said.

“What if I get overwhelmed?” You asked.

“Ya’ll say yer safe word,” he said. “Ya remember it?”

“Pineapple or red to stop everything,” you said.

“Ya say either of those words and I’ll kick everyone out and we can cuddle, okay, baby?” Osamu asked. You nodded. “Is everything ready?”

“Towels, water, and lube are already in the living room,” you said. “I took my birth control this morning and I’ve been wearing my plug since you put it in this morning.”

“Good girl,” Osamu said, kissing your cheek. “Daddy can’t wait to see ya filled up with cum.”

You heard a knock at the door.

“They’re here,” you said. You looked down at your white lace lingerie and toyed with the ribbon that tied your sheer robe.

“Want to go let them in?” Osamu asked. You nodded.

Osamu pulled away from you. He leaned in and pecked your lips before letting you go.

You slowly made your way to the front door. You peeped through the peephole. Atsumu, Koutarou, Kiyoomi, Shoyo, and Rintarou all stood there, waiting patiently to be let in. You opened the door, stepping out of the way as the five men poured in.

“Aw, ya look so cute, doll,” Atsumu said, eyeing the white suspenders attached to your stockings.

“Thanks, Uncle Tsumu,” you said, softly. Rintarou pinched your side.

“Where’s Daddy? I’m surprised he’s let you out of his sight,” Rintarou said.

“I’m right here,” Osamu said, closing the bedroom door behind him. Your eyes traced his bare chest as he stood with his arms crossed.

“You bought this just for us?” Kiyoomi asked, tugging at the ribbon that kept your robe closed. The ribbon untied and your robe fell open, fully revealing your lacy bra and panties. “I’ve never seen this piece.”

“I’ve been saving it,” you said. “Since we first started talking about the gangbang.”

“That’s my girl,” Koutarou said, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. You smiled as he pulled you into him and kissed your temple.

“You look so pretty, Y/n,” Shoyo said, eyes looking you up and down.

“I say we get started,” Atsumu said. He greedily eyed you as Kiyoomi wrapped his hand around the back of Atsumu’s neck.

“Patience,” Kiyoomi said, squeezing Atsumu’s neck.

“Come here, baby,” Osamu said, opening his arms for you. You walked over to him, melting into his arms. “What do ya want first?”

“Can Daddy eat me out?” You asked, looking up at him.

“Of course, baby,” Osamu said. He set you on the couch, kneeling in front of you. He spread your legs, giving the guys a good view of the wet spot at the crotch of your panties.

“She’s already soaked,” Rintarou groaned, palming his cock through his jeans.

“She’s just waitin’ fer us to fill her up,” Atsumu said. He took a seat and unbuttoned his jeans, shoving them down and releasing his hard cock.

“No touching yourself, Tsumu,” you said as Osamu leaned down, pressing his lips to your clothed core. Atsumu groaned as Kiyoomi took a seat next to him.

“She didn’t say anything about touching me,” Kiyoomi said, grabbing Atsumu’s hand and placing it on his cock.

“Can I?” Atsumu asked. You nodded.

“Don’t make him cum yet,” you said as Osamu pulled your panties to the side. You whimpered as he licked through your folds. You clamped your thighs around his head.

“Such cute little noises,” Rintarou cooed, grabbing your thighs and spreading your legs. Osamu sucked at your clit harshly, making you moan loudly.

“Come on, take her panties off, I wanna see her,” Shoyo said, leaning around Rintarou and Osamu.

“What about it, baby? Want me to show everyone yer cute, lil pussy?” Osamu asked. You nodded.

Osamu unhooked your suspenders. He pulled your garter belt off then hooked his fingers on the sides of your panties. He slowly pulled them down and handed them to Koutarou.

“Thank you,” Koutarou said. He held the lace up to his face and licked the wet spot. “Tastes so good, sweetheart, I can’t wait until I can get a real taste.”

“Please,” you begged as Osamu kissed your inner thighs.

“Ya want Bokuto to eat ya out?” Osamu asked, looking up at you. You nodded. Koutarou fell to his knees next to Osamu, spreading your legs out wider.

“Gonna make you cum on my tongue, sweetheart,” Koutarou said. You gasped as he buried his face in your cunt, tongue digging deep into your hole and nose bumping your clit. He ate you out ravenously.

“Kou-Koutarou!” You moaned, bucking your hips against his face. He wrapped his arms around your thighs, holding you in place.

“Feel good, baby?” Osamu asked, sitting on the couch next to you.

“Yes, Daddy,” you said as he pushed his boxers down. You watched as Osamu gripped the shaft of his cock, squeezing lightly.

“Hey, eyes on me, sweetheart,” Koutarou said, pinching your thigh. You looked down at him. “I’m the one making you feel good, pay attention to me.”

You nodded. “Sorry, Kou.”

He sucked your clit softly, rubbing two fingers over your hole. You moaned as he slowly inserted his fingers in your wet core.

“So tight,” Koutarou said. He licked your clit, scissoring his fingers. You moaned as his fingers curled against the spongy spot inside you.

“Right there, right there,” you said, rolling your hips. Your eyes rolled back as Koutarou flicked his tongue against your clit and added another finger.

“Gonna cum on my tongue, sweetheart?” Koutarou asked. He thrusted his fingers in and out of you, making you moan loudly.

“Yes, Kou, make me cum, please,” you begged. He pulled his fingers out of you and wiggled his tongue into your hole. You gasped as your back arched.

“Gonna cum, baby?” Osamu asked, pumping his cock slowly. You nodded as Koutarou dug his fingers into your thighs.

“Fuck, cumming!” You exclaimed as your orgasm washed over you. Your juices gushed out, coating Koutarou’s mouth and chin as he continued to lap at your cunt. You tugged at his hair, pulling him off of your sensitive cunt.

“So, who’s first?” Shoyo asked, eyeing you hungrily.

“I want her ass,” Koutarou said, tugging on the bejewelled plug in your ass. “Wanna see this little hole swallow my cock, sweetheart.”

“I wanna see her little cunt overflow with my cum,” Shoyo said, palming his cock through his shorts. “You want that, don’t you, meu amor?”

You nodded. “I want everyone to cum in me at least once. And no cumming anywhere else except for in or on me.”

Shoyo groaned. “Fuck, you’re such a little cumwhore, aren’t you, meu amor? You wanna be filled up and covered in cum? Why don’t you suck my dick and if you’re good, I’ll cum all over your face.”

“Please, Shoyo,” you said. You got off the couch and got to your knees in front of him.

“If you’re sucking him off, I’m going to take your ass, sweetheart,” Koutarou said.

“Let me get on the couch,” Shoyo said. He sat down on the edge of the couch and motioned for you to come over to him. You crawled over to him and leaned your head against his thick thigh as you stuck your ass out for Koutarou. He came up behind you, holding his phone out as he filmed.

“Hey, sweetheart, smile for the camera,” Koutarou said, holding the camera to show your face. You smiled softly, slowly stroking Shoyo’s cock. “Now take Sho-kun’s cock in your mouth.”

You leaned up and took the head of his fat cock in your mouth. Shoyo easily had the girthiest cock of all the guys, and you always struggled to take all of it down your throat.

“Fuck, so good, meu amor,” Shoyo said as you hollowed your cheeks. You moaned around him as you felt Koutarou pull your plug out.

“Lube?” Koutarou asked.

“Right here,” Osamu said. You heard Osamu moan and glanced over to see Rintarou on his knees between Osamu’s thighs. You hummed as Rintarou bobbed his head.

“Hey, eyes on me,” Shoyo said, lightly tapping your cheek. “You jealous someone else has Daddy’s cock in their mouth?”

“Want Daddy’s cum,” you said, pulling back and pumping his cock.

“Ya’ll still get it, baby,” Osamu said. “Ya know Rin likes to share.”

You nodded and took Shoyo’s cock back in your mouth. You struggled not to gag as he hit the back of your throat.

“Ready, sweetheart?” Koutarou asked, pressing the head of his cock against your fluttering hole. You pushed back against him.

You gagged as Koutarou suddenly thrusted, pushing you further on Shoyo’s cock. Shoyo moaned and pushed your head down, forcing you to swallow around him as his cock slid down your throat. The corners of your lips burned as they stretched around his girth.

“Fuck, take all of me, meu amor,” Shoyo groaned, throwing his head back. Koutarou pulled out of you, only to thrust back in roughly.

You moaned around Shoyo’s cock as your nose pressed into neat, orange curls. You tapped his thigh twice and he pulled your head back. You moaned loudly as Koutarou pounded your ass, balls slapping loudly against your skin.

“Bo, did you even prep her?” Atsumu asked, watching as you leaned against Shoyo’s thigh, whining and whimpering.

“She had a plug in,” Koutarou said. “Prepped enough. ‘Sides, you like when it hurts, don’t you, bunny?” He slapped your ass.

“Kou, harder, please!” You moaned. Shoyo tapped his dick against your face.

“Suck,” he said. “Or at least open your mouth so I can fuck your face.”

You opened your mouth widely.

“Fuck, meu amor,” Shoyo swore. He grabbed your hair and thrusted into your mouth at the same brutal pace Koutarou set.

You felt Koutarou’s fingers dig into your hips as he placed a foot on the ground, bracing himself as he thrusted harder. Shoyo held you down on his cock as you frantically dug your nails into his thighs, lungs burning.

“Yeah, choke on my fucking cock, little bunny,” Shoyo groaned. Your head spun as he pulled you back, finally allowing oxygen to flood your system.

“Open,” Shoyo ordered, stroking his cock. You opened your mouth just in time for Shoyo to cover your face in his thick cum. You moaned as you licked it off your lips.

“Thank you,” you said. Koutarou reached up, grabbing a fist full of your hair and yanking you back. You cried out as he pulled you against him, his muscular chest flush against your back.

“You look so cute covered in Shoyo’s cum,” he said, wrapping his arms around you as he fucked into you. He rubbed his fingers over your clit and you went limp against him. “Gonna fill you up, sweetheart.”

You moaned loudly as he grabbed your breast with his free hand, pinching and pulling your nipple.

“Kou, gonna cum,” you whimpered as his fingers moved faster on your clit.

“Come on, bunny, make a mess for everyone to see.” He slapped your clit harshly, making you yelp.

“Kou,” you moaned, head falling back on his shoulder. His hand left your breast and wrapped around your throat. You moaned as he squeezed gently.

“Cum for me, bunny,” he whispered in your ear. You cried out as you came, squirting around nothing. Your juices leaked down your thighs, dripping onto Koutarou’s strong legs.

“Fuck,” he hissed. His cock twitched as he flooded your ass with his cum. He grabbed your plug before carefully pulling out and shoving your plug back in you. “Keep my cum in you, okay?”

You nodded and fell forward as he let you go. Shoyo guided you, letting you fall against his thigh.

“You still want Daddy’s cum?” Rintarou asked, leaning over and turning your head forcefully. You perked up and nodded, crawling next to Rintarou. Rintarou wrapped his lips around Osamu’s cock, pumping what couldn’t fit as you sat back on your feet, waiting patiently.

“Fuck,” Osamu moaned, throwing his head back. “Fuck, ‘m gonna cum, Rin.”

Rintarou hollowed his cheeks, stroking Osamu’s cock faster. His other hand wrapped around the base of his own cock, squeezing it tightly.

“Cum in his mouth, Daddy, please,” you begged, laying your hand on Osamu’s thigh.

“Daddy, please,” Rintarou said, looking up at Osamu through long lashes.

Osamu groaned and grabbed a fist full of Rintarou’s hair, pulling his head back.

“Open yer mouth,” Osamu grunted. Rintarou’s mouth fell open just as Osamu’s cock twitched. Cum poured into Rintarou’s waiting mouth as you licked your lips. “Both of ya, come here.”

Both you and Rintarou crawled on either side of Osamu. He placed a hand on the small of your back as you kneeled next to him.

“Let me see,” Osamu said, grabbing Rintarou’s chin with his free hand. Rintarou opened his mouth, cum dripping down his tongue.

“Wanna taste,” you said, pouting as cum dripped from Rintarou’s tongue onto his broad chest.

Rintarou pulled you over Osamu’s lap, pulling you into a messy kiss. You crawled over Osamu, pushing Rintarou back against the couch. You straddled his hips and pulled back, gasping for breath. Rintarou’s chest heaved. He was a sight, with his lips swollen and covered in a mix of spit and cum and his eyes heavily lidded as he stared at you. His big hands wrapped around your hips, dragging your bare cunt against the thin fabric of his briefs. You moaned, digging your nails into his abdomen.

“Wanna ride me?” Rintarou asked. “Be a good girl and I’ll fill up your sweet, little cunt.��

“Rin,” you moaned. You felt Osamu’s hands travel up and down your sides.

“Take us both, baby?” Osamu asked, kissing the back of your neck. You nodded as Rintarou bucked his hips.

Osamu pulled Rintarou’s briefs down, tossing them into a pile of clothes in the corner. He guided you up, grabbing Rintarou’s cock and pumping it a few times before carefully lining it up with your tight hole. Osamu slowly guided you down on Rintarou’s cock as you moaned softly.

“Fuck, so soft and warm around me, sweetie,” Rintarou said. Rintarou moaned, tossing his head back and arching his back as he bottomed out.

“Rin,” you breathed, dragging your nails down his chest. He gasped as your nails gently caught his nipples.

“Bounce on my cock, sweetie,” Rintarou said, grabbing your hips. “Wanna see you fall apart.”

You moaned as you lifted yourself off his cock and slowly sunk back down. You whimpered as the head of his cock pressed against your cervix. Rintarou groaned and squeezed your hips.

“Ya ready, baby?” Osamu asked. He pressed on the bejewelled plug in your ass before lightly pulling on it.

“Daddy,” you moaned, arching your back as he slowly fucked you with the plug.

“Lube?” Osamu asked. Koutarou handed a bottle to him before taking a seat next to Shoyo on the loveseat. Both of their legs were spread open and their cocks stood proudly. Your mouth watered as Koutarou’s long fingers wrapped around his cock and Shoyo desperately fucked his own fist.

“You’re drooling,” Rintarou said. “You want something in your mouth that bad?”

You nodded as Osamu shoved three fingers in your asshole. You gasped, bucking your hips forward and clenching down on Rintarou’s cock.

“Someone needs to put their cock in the little one’s mouth,” Rintarou said. Osamu twisted his fingers. Your mouth fell open in a silent moan as you felt Koutarou’s cum leaking out around Osamu’s fingers.

“Atsumu, why don’t you let her suck you off?” Kiyoomi asked, pulling Atsumu off his cock. Atsumu breathed heavily, lips swollen and eyes watering. He nodded and stood up on weak legs. His cock was painfully hard in his briefs. He sighed as he pushed them down, freeing his cock. The tip was an angry red, leaking precum and throbbing. You eyed Atsumu closely before realising what was different.

“You got a new piercing!” You exclaimed. You reached out, grabbing Atsumu’s hip and pulling him closer. There, going right through the very tip of his dick, was a freshly healed Prince Albert. “Is this why you haven’t been around lately?”

“Had to wait for it to heal,” Atsumu said.

“Does it feel good?” You asked, looking at Kiyoomi.

“It feels fucking fantastic,” Kiyoomi said. “You’ll get to feel it soon, darling.”

You opened your mouth to respond but gasped loudly as Osamu buried his cock in your ass.

“Daddy!” You exclaimed as Osamu wrapped his arms around you, pulling you against him. You cried out as every one of Osamu’s thrusts bounced you on Rintarou’s cock.

“Come ‘ere, doll,” Atsumu said, standing next to you. You leaned down, taking the red tip into your mouth. You swirled your tongue around, teasing the new piercing. Atsumu groaned and tangled his fingers in your hair. You gasped around him as Rintarou lifted you slightly, thrusting up into you at the same time Osamu pulled out.

“Fuck, she’s so tight,” Rintarou grunted, digging his fingers into your hips. You moaned around Atsumu’s cock.

Atsumu moaned, throwing his head back as you took him down your throat. Your eyes burned as you gagged on his cock.

“So pretty when all yer holes are full,” Osamu said. “My pretty girl takes cock so well.”

You pulled away from Atsumu’s cock, stroking his length as you caught your breath. Your eyes watered, filling your lashes with tears. Osamu bent you over, pressing you flush against Rintarou’s chest. You cried out as he pushed his cock deeper, stretching you in places he’d never hit before. Rintarou choked as your gummy walls clamped around him.

“Gonna cum?” Rintarou asked, pulling your hair back so you were looking up at him. You nodded as tears ran down your face. You cried out as Osamu reached around you, rubbing your clit. Your walls clamped down as the heat in your stomach spread. You fell limp against Rintarou as you came, gushing around his cock.

“Someone should be sucking my cock,” Atsumu said.

“Does it matter who?” Rintarou asked. “You can use my throat.”

Atsumu glanced over at Kiyoomi, who was lazily stroking his cock. Kiyoomi nodded.

“Fuck, Sunarin, come ‘ere,” Atsumu said. Rintarou shifted, hanging his head off the couch and opening his mouth.

“Fuck his throat,” you said. “He lets Samu do it all the time, he can take it.”

Atsumu guided his cock into Rintarou’s mouth, moaning as his cock disappeared down Rintarou’s throat. You groaned at the bulge in Rintarou’s throat, reaching up and wrapping your hands around it. You could feel Atsumu thrusting in and out of Rintarou’s mouth, his cock stretching Rintarou’s throat. Rintarou groaned around Atsumu’s cock.

You felt Osamu’s hand in your hair and suddenly, he jerked you back, holding you against him.

“Two cocks in ya and yer still focused on another,” Osamu growled, holding you against his chest. You moaned as he reached down, rubbing your clit. “So fuckin’ cock hungry. Sunarin and Daddy not enough for ya? Ya need more?”

“Yes, Daddy!” You cried as he pounded into you. “Want all my holes filled!”

Immediately, the three boys on the sidelines were surrounding you. Osamu pushed your head down and Kiyoomi tapped his cock against your cheek.

“Come on, darling, don’t you want my cum down your throat?” Kiyoomi asked as you licked away a bead of precum from the purpling tip of his cock.

You twisted around as much as you could, taking Kiyoomi’s cock in your mouth and wrapping your hands around Koutarou and Shoyo’s cocks.

“Happy now? A cock in every hole and both hands,” Osamu said. He squeezed your hips tightly, bruisingly. You whined around Kiyoomi’s cock as Osamu pulled out.

“Fuck, her hole’s just gaping,” Shoyo gasped as you pumped his cock. “Don’t be mean, Osamu-san, she obviously needs your cock. Just look at her, one cock isn’t enough for her little holes.”

“Just wanted to take a picture of this,” Osamu said. “Remind her how much she fuckin’ gagged for all this cock.”

Osamu pushed your head, gagging you on Kiyoomi’s cock. Kiyoomi grunted, holding your head down on his cock. Tears ran down your cheeks as your lungs burned.

“Fucking choke on my cock, good girl,” Kiyoomi said. You gagged again and swallowed around his cock. Your head spun. You felt Osamu’s hand on the small of your back. Your lungs ached, begging for oxygen.

Osamu snapped his hips. You surged forward, once again gagging on Kiyoomi’s cock. Rintarou’s cock slipped out of you and the man beneath you groaned.

You couldn’t think. Not only could you still not breathe, but also, Osamu was pounding into you so hard that where your skin met his stung.

You dropped Shoyo’s cock, weakly tapping on Kiyoomi’s thigh twice. He pulled your head back. Drool connected your mouth to his cock. You gasped for breath, only for it to be knocked out by Osamu’s powerful thrusts. You let out a rough, broken moan before Kiyoomi grabbed your hair, pushing you back down on his cock. You swallowed him easily this time.

“Fuck,” Rintarou swore. Atsumu was jerking his cock into Rintarou’s face, moaning and whimpering the closer his orgasm got. Rintarou reached down, carefully positioning his cock so that it slid back in your wet heat. You moaned around Kiyoomi’s cock.

“Rin, fuck, let me cum down your throat,” Atsumu whined. Rintarou opened his mouth, letting Atsumu shove his cock down his throat. Atsumu’s head fell back with a loud moan. He came with a soft grunt, his cum overflowing from Rintarou’s mouth, running down his chin.

“Don’t swallow yet,” Kiyoomi ordered. “Let me- fuck!”

Kiyoomi came without warning, filling your mouth with his hot cum out of nowhere.

“Both of you should share,” Kiyoomi said. He grabbed your hair and pushed you down, your face just inches from Rintarou’s. He opened his mouth, showing off the silvery white cum that painted his tongue and cheeks. You opened your mouth, cum pouring out of it into Rintarou’s waiting mouth. You moaned as cum overflowed over the corners of his plush lips. You leaned down, kissing him deeply. Your tongues worked together, scooping and pushing cum from his mouth to yours and back again. Kiyoomi jerked you up.

“Tongue out,” he said, squeezing your cheeks. Cum dripped from your tongue onto your chest. Kiyoomi shoved his fingers in your mouth, gagging you once more before pulling away. “So fucking messy.”

You finally swallowed the cum in your mouth. Osamu slapped your ass.

“Come here,” Koutarou said, grabbing your chin and pulling your face towards him. “Open your mouth.” Your mouth fell open just as Koutarou’s first spurt of cum hit your chest. You whined as hot cum hit your cheek.

“My mouth, please,” you said, sticking your tongue out. Koutarou groaned and pumped his cock some more. You hummed in contentment as salty, bitter cum hit your tongue and lips. You swallowed and smiled widely as Koutarou covered your face with the remainder of his load.

“Ah, fuck,” Rintarou hissed. His head was thrown back, mouth open in a low moan. His hands wrapped around your hips, squeezing your plush flesh. “Want me to fill you up, sweetie?”

“Please, Rin,” you begged. “Want your cum in me.”

“Fuck— wait just a minute,” Osamu grunted, wrapping his arms around your waist and holding you against him. “Let’s fill her up at the same time, Rin.”

“Fuck, okay,” Rintarou said. You cried out as the rhythm changed and suddenly Rintarou and Osamu were both thrusting simultaneously, both burying their cocks deeper in you with every thrust.

You keened, arching your back and digging your fingernails into Rintarou’s stomach. Rintarou moaned as your nails bit into his skin.

“I’m gonna—“ Osamu’s fingers circled your clit, cutting off your words. Your walls clamped down around them as you came. Your vision went black and you fell limp in Osamu’s arms as heat spread over your body. Osamu was still rubbing your clit, fingers moving so fast you couldn’t focus on them.

Rintarou whimpered as your walls fluttered around his cock.

“Samu, Daddy, gotta cum,” Rintarou said. His jaw clenched as he fought not to cum.

“Fuck, go ahead,” Osamu said. Rintarou moaned loudly as his cock throbbed and twitched. His balls tightened and you moaned as hot cum painted your walls.

“Rin, Rintarou, fuck,” you moaned as he filled you up. Rintarou’s hands tightened on you hips as Osamu continued to fuck you.

“Daddy,” Rintarou groaned. Osamu snapped his hips, balls slapping against your skin as he buried his cock in you.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Osamu grunted as he spilled inside of you. Your head fell back against his chest as he hugged you to him. You whimpered as Osamu pulled out slowly. You fell forward, against Rintarou’s chest.

“My turn, meu amor,” Shoyo said. You nodded. Shoyo carefully lifted you up and sat down on the loveseat, pulling you in his lap. He faced you out, so you could see the room of fucked out men, all watching you as Shoyo spread your legs over his.

“Gonna split this little pussy open, bunny,” Shoyo said, slapping his cock against your messy cunt. You winced as the head of his cock tapped your sensitive clit.

“Shoyo, please,” you whined. You could feel Rintarou’s cum leaking out of you, and you needed someone to plug you up.

“Gonna take it all?” Shoyo asked, popping the fat head in your cum filled hole. You bit your lip. Shoyo’s cock wasn’t the longest, but he was by far the thickest. You’d always had trouble taking him all without copious amounts of lube. “Did you hear me, bunny? You already been fucked stupid?”

“Wanna take it all,” you said, rolling your hips. Shoyo grabbed your bruised hips, pulling you down on his thick cock. You whimpered as he forced his cock in, stretching your pussy more than it had been in a while.

“Fuck, you’re always so tight around my cock,” Shoyo said, resting his forehead on your shoulder. He pressed a small kiss to your skin.

“Hurts, Sho,” you whimpered. The stretch burned and you almost felt like you were tearing in half.

“It’s okay, bunny, you’re almost there,” Shoyo cooed. He wrapped his arms around you and rubbed your clit slowly.

“She’s gonna fuckin’ rip apart,” Atsumu said. He still greedily eyed your stretched cunt, slowly palming his half hard cock.

“She can take it,” Osamu said. He had Rintarou still laid out on the couch, knees pressed to his chest as Osamu fingered his ass.

“Daddy,” Rintarou moaned. He looked fucked out already, mouth opened and his tongue nearly hanging out. You sighed as Shoyo bottomed out and stilled.

“Good girl,” Shoyo breathed.

“Spread her legs more,” Kiyoomi said. He was sitting next to Atsumu on the other couch. He was slowly stroking his cock, eyes locked to where Shoyo was stretching you.

Shoyo spread his legs, spreading yours with them. You moaned as he spread your folds, showing off even more of your cunt. Koutarou kneeled in front of you, snapping a picture before sitting on Atsumu’s other side.

“You ready, meu amor?” Shoyo asked, holding your hip with one hand as his other rubbed your clit. You nodded. He slowly dragged you off his cock. You whined and whimpered as your hole clenched around nothing. Shoyo guided your hips back down, bouncing you up and down at an average pace. Your head fell back on Shoyo’s shoulder.

You moaned, the painful stretch burning away, leaving only pleasure as Shoyo’s thick cock continued to stretch you out.

Osamu had Rintarou on all fours on the floor, his back arched beautifully and his head held up by Osamu’s hand in his hair. You moaned and reached out to them.

“What is it, bunny?” Shoyo asked. “Tell me what you want.”

“Bring her down here,” Osamu said, placing his hands on Rintarou’s thin waist. “She wants a friend to play with while ya fuck her.”

Shoyo lifted you off his cock, placing you on the floor, facing Rintarou.

“Rin,” you mumbled, cupping his face with one hand as Shoyo kneeled behind you. Rintarou leaned forward, kissing you messily as Shoyo slowly slid his cock in your wet hole.

“Y/n,” Rintarou mumbled against your lips. You moaned into his mouth as Shoyo grabbed your hips, thrusting into you at a steady pace. Osamu pulled Rintarou’s hair, pulling him away from you.

“Ready, babe?” Osamu asked, pressing the head of his cock against Rintarou’s fluttering hole.

“Fuck, yes, Daddy, please,” Rintarou said, pushing back against Osamu. You watched as Rintarou’s head fell, his arms shaking as Osamu’s cock stretched him out.

“Fuck, squeezin’ me t’ death,” Osamu moaned. “It’s been so long, hasn’t it, babe?”

“Too long,” Rintarou slurred, falling to his elbows. “Daddy, please, fuck me.”

You were yanked back by your hair.

“Pay attention to me, meu amor,” Shoyo said, holding you against his chest. You moaned at the change of angle. “You’re the only person I know that gets distracted while taking my cock.”

“‘m sorry,” you said, eyes squeezing closed as Shoyo played with your clit. “Just, wanna watch.”

Rintarou was moaning loudly as Osamu rutted into him. He was barely holding himself up, head only up because of Osamu’s hand in his hair. His tongue was hanging out, drool was running down his chin, and his eyes were starting to cross.

“I need someone to film it,” you said. Koutarou set up your phone, camera pointing at Rintarou and Osamu.

“Now, I’m going to fuck you until you can’t fucking speak,” Shoyo said. He bent you back over on all fours. He grabbed your hips, planting his foot on the floor before snapping his hips. Your eyes rolled back and your mouth fell open with a moan. Your whole body shook from the power of Shoyo’s thrust and you collapsed to your elbows, the hardwood biting against your skin painfully.

“Fuck!” You gasped. Shoyo pounded you, his balls slapping against your skin.

“Taking me so well,” Shoyo said. “You’re so fucking tight and you keep clenching around me, fuck.”

Shoyo grabbed your hair, shoving your face against the floor. You moaned as Osamu did the same thing to Rintarou. You faced each other, both looking as fucked out as the other one felt.

“Shoyo,” you moaned, thighs shaking.

“Go ahead and cum, meu amor,” Shoyo said. “Gonna cum all over my cock, yeah? You like being split open, huh? Imagine if someone fucked your ass while my fat cock split you open.”

You moaned. God, what you wouldn’t give to have someone in your ass right now.

“Oh? You like that? Why don’t we move to the couch so someone can fill your needy, little hole,” Shoyo said.

“Please, please,” you moaned. Shoyo pulled out of you, pulling you off the ground. Rintarou whined and reached out for you.

“Hey, yer fuckin’ me right now, not her,” Osamu said, snapping his hips. Rintarou’s eyes rolled back.

Shoyo sat on the couch, pulling you in his lap again, this time facing him. He pulled you down, spearing you on his cock. You moaned and threw your head back against someone’s chest. You opened your eyes, meeting Kiyoomi’s deep brown ones.

“Omi,” you moaned as Shoyo bounced you on his cock. “Gonna fuck me?”

“We’re gonna see how much you can take, darling,” Kiyoomi said, wrapping his hand around your throat. You furrowed your brows.

“What do you- oh, fuck!” You moaned loudly as someone shoved three fingers in your tight hole.

“Ya can use yer safe word whenever ya want,” Atsumu said, kneeling beside you. His fingers thrusted in and out of you, rubbing against your silky walls.

“Ugh, she keeps clenching around me so tight,” Shoyo groaned, throwing his head back.

Atsumu added more lube to your hole, adding his pinky finger. Kiyoomi squeezed your throat tighter.

“Tsumu!” You moaned. Shoyo slapped your ass. “Sho, your cock is stretching me out so much, fuck me harder, please.”

Shoyo held you in place, planting his feet on the floor as he snapped his hips up, burying his cock even deeper. The head of his cock painfully punched against your cervix as he fucked you.

“Fuck, can ya take more, doll?” Atsumu asked. He twisted his fingers in you and added more lube to his hand and your hole.

You nodded. Atsumu slowly pushed his whole hand in you as you moaned, throwing your head back and clenching your eyes shut.

“Slow, Atsumu,” Kiyoomi said. “Don’t hurt the little one.”

You whined as your rim stretched around Atsumu’s hand. Everyone had stopped moving, watching you, except for Atsumu, who, once his whole hand was in and your rim was stretched around his wrist, slowly curled his fingers inside you. You cried as he made a fist and pushed it deeper, deeper than you’d ever taken anything. Tears ran down your cheeks as his fist snagged against your stretched rim as he pulled it out of you.

“Atsu-Tsumu,” you choked.

“Ya okay, baby?” Osamu asked. You nodded.

“Full,” you breathed. “So. Full.”

You could hardly breathe as Atsumu pushed his fist back in you. You felt like he was in your lungs, he was so deep.

“Takin’ it so fuckin’ well,” Atsumu said. “Ya like having my fist in ya?”

“Want you to move,” you said. “Wanna cum.”

Shoyo reached down, rubbing your clit.

“Ready, bunny?” Shoyo asked. You nodded. He slowly thrusted in you, letting you get used to the sensation as Atsumu matched his pace.

“Such a good girl, taking everything we give you,” Kiyoomi said, tilting your chin up to look at him. “Open your mouth.”

You opened your mouth, mentally preparing yourself for his fingers to be shoved down your throat. Instead, he leaned over you and spat a glob of saliva on your waiting tongue.

“Don’t swallow,” Kiyoomi said, pressing his fingers against your tongue. You gagged as he shoved his fingers deeper, tears gathering in your eyes. “So messy.”

Kiyoomi’s eyes glittered as tears rolled down your hollowed cheeks. Spit ran down your chin as he fucked his fingers in your mouth.

“Fuck, wish I could put my cock down your throat,” Koutarou said, sitting next to Shoyo on the couch.

“You can have her sloppy cunt next,” Shoyo said, slapping your clit. You jumped and moaned. “After I fill her up. Isn’t that right?”

You nodded. “Want you to cum in my messy cunt, Bokkun.”

“Why don’t you jerk me off until you can sit on my cock, bunny?” Koutarou asked. You reached down, wrapping your fingers loosely around Koutarou’s cock. His was nearly as thick as Shoyo’s and almost as long as Osamu’s. He moaned softly as he thrusted into your fist.

“Atsumu, pull out,” Kiyoomi said. You whined as Atsumu pulled his fist out of you. Kiyoomi leaned down, whispering something in Atsumu’s ear.

“Ya still got that dildo, doll?” Atsumu asked.

You nodded and pointed towards the bedroom.

“Top drawer on Samu’s side,” you said. Atsumu stood up and walked into your bedroom as Kiyoomi slotted his cock against your gaping hole.

“Your hole’s just begging to be stuffed full,” Kiyoomi said. “One cock isn’t enough for your slutty hole.”

You shuddered as Kiyoomi pushed into you. While he didn’t stretch you out any, your walls were so sensitive that the drag of his cock sent shivers down your spine.

“Found a bigger one,” Atsumu said, showing off the dildo in his hands. Your face burned. Your brand new dildo was a copy of Osamu’s cock, complete with the piercing that decorated his tip, and used on the nights when Osamu was away at the Hyogo restaurant or when you just needed more.

“That’s definitely Osamu’s dick,” Koutarou said. Atsumu scrunched his face, handing the dildo and the lube to Kiyoomi.

“I morally cannot lube that up for you,” Atsumu said. Kiyoomi rolled his eyes and generously lubed up the dildo.

“Wait,” you said, finally realising what was going on. “Omi, wait.”

“What is it, darling?” Kiyoomi asked, pulling out of you. “Nervous? Don’t be, I’ll make sure you’re stretched enough to take both.”

“Omi…” you said as he pressed the dildo against your hole.

“Colour, baby,” Osamu said. He sat on Shoyo’s other side. You reached for his hand, squeezing it tightly.

“Yellow,” you said.

“I’ll go slow,” Kiyoomi said. “Promise I won’t hurt you, darling.”

You hesitated before nodding. Kiyoomi slowly pushed the dildo inside of you. You hissed as the cool metal from the piercing dragged against your walls. The dildo bottomed out easily. Kiyoomi pushed two fingers beside the dildo, stretching your rim.

“Omi,” you moaned. You fell forward, draping yourself over Shoyo’s shoulders. Kiyoomi slipped another finger in. He pulled the dildo out slowly, pressing the head against your hole. You shuddered as you felt the warm, blunt head of Kiyoomi’s cock pressing next to silicone.

“It’s okay, baby,” Osamu said, leaning over and placing a kiss on your cheek.

“Where’s Rin?” You asked. Rintarou climbed into Osamu’s lap and leaned on Osamu’s shoulder, facing you.

“Hey, sweetie,” Rintarou said, pushing your hair behind your ear. “Everything’s okay, yeah? You know you can tell Kiyoomi to stop.”

Kiyoomi was slowly pushing into you, with both his cock and the dildo.

“Hurts,” you mumbled. The stretch burned up your spine, and tears were starting to form in your eyes.”

“I know, baby,” Rintarou said, cupping your cheek and rubbing his thumb along your face. “Colour?”

“Green,” you said. Osamu looked at you, eyebrows furrowed and frowning.

“Are you sure, baby?” Osamu asked. You nodded.

“I can do it,” you said. Kiyoomi rubbed your back.

“I’m almost there, darling,” Kiyoomi said. “Just a little more, you’re taking me so well.”

Shoyo rubbed your hips with his thumbs.

“You’re so tight, meu amor,” Shoyo said. His cock throbbed inside you. “So good for us.”

Tears rolled down your cheeks once you felt Kiyoomi’s balls against your skin.

“Fuck, look how well her ass swallows me,” Kiyoomi said. Atsumu grabbed your ass cheeks, spreading them out as Kiyoomi slowly pulled out.

“You look so pretty, sweetie,” Rintarou said, wiping your tears away. “You gonna let them fuck you?”

“Yes, please,” you said, arching your back. You let out a high pitched moan as Kiyoomi sank back into you. Your hand shot out, grabbing Osamu’s forearm.

“I’m here, baby,” Osamu said, grabbing your hand and intertwining your fingers. You squeezed his hand tightly as Kiyoomi fell into a steady pace.

“Sh-Sho, move, please,” you mumbled, bracing your hand on his shoulder.

“You sure, bunny?” Shoyo asked, holding your hips. You nodded.

Your eyes rolled back as Shoyo slowly thrusted into you. You were stretched out more than ever with three cocks inside you. Your body went limp as Shoyo matched Kiyoomi’s steady pace. Your head fell forward, resting on Shoyo’s shoulder. You moaned loudly, the heat in your stomach already spreading.

“Fuck,” you whined. You reached between yours and Shoyo’s bodies, pressing two fingers to your clit. You rubbed small, lazy circles. Your walls fluttered.

“Oh, fuck,” Kiyoomi groaned, snapping his hips against your ass. You moaned as your stomach tightened.

“Gonna— gon’ cum,” you slurred, head spinning as Shoyo and Kiyoomi both fucked into you.

“Cum for us, bunny,” Shoyo cooed, squeezing your hips. Your head fell back against Kiyoomi's chest as your vision went white. Heat flooded your body and your walls clamped down around Shoyo and Kiyoomi.

“Fuck me,” Kiyoomi swore, cumming seconds after your juices gushed around Shoyo’s cock.

“Sho, cum, please!” You exclaimed as Kiyoomi buried himself deep in your ass, spilling his hot seed into your silky walls.

“Fuck, just a little more, bunny,” Shoyo said, biting his lip as he pounded into you. Your eyes rolled back as his cock throbbed inside of you. Your walls fluttered, begging him to fill you up. “God, so fuckin’… gah!”

Shoyo grunted as he spilled into you. You sighed as Kiyoomi slowly pulled out, leaving the dildo plugged in you so his cum wouldn’t slide out.

“You have a bigger plug?” Kiyoomi asked. Osamu hopped up, walking into your bedroom.

“How do you feel, baby?” Rintarou asked, pulling you into his lap. He brushed your hair out of your face.

“Empty,” you mumbled. Osamu came back holding a large plug.

“Come here, baby, let me plug you up,” Osamu said. You crawled over his lap, bending over. He slowly pulled the dildo out, replacing it with the plug.

“Do you need anything, baby?” Osamu asked, rearranging you in his lap. He cradled you in his arms as Rintarou pushed your hair back out of your face.

“Want to make Tsumu and Bokkun feel good,” you said.

“Ya don’t have to, doll,” Atsumu said. Koutarou nodded.

“We’re fine, sweetheart,” Koutarou said. “Just watching you get off made me feel good.”

“Yeah, we just call first next time,” Atsumu said, smiling at you.

You nodded tiredly and yawned.

“I need a shower,” Kiyoomi said, stretching his arms out. He leaned over and kissed your forehead. “You did a good job, took me so well, darling.”

“Yer such a good girl, taking everything we gave ya,” Atsumu said, grabbing and kissing your hand.

“You’re the best, taking six guys like that,” Shoyo said, smiling widely. “Next time we should invite a few of your teammates. I’ve been dying to meet Nana.”

“You’re such a sweetheart,” Koutarou said. “Next time, I’ll have you crying over my cock.”

You smiled as the boys got dressed. They all pressed a kiss to either your cheek or forehead before leaving you, Osamu, and Rintarou alone.

“Let’s get you two cleaned up and into bed,” Osamu said, standing up with you still in his arms. He carried you into the bedroom and laid you down before going back into the living room. He laid Rintarou next to you.

You curled into Rintarou’s side as Osamu stepped into the bathroom.

“You need something, sweetie?” Rintarou asked, hugging you closer.

“Feel empty,” you said. Rintarou sat up, leaning back against the headboard.

“Wanna sit on my cock?” He asked. You nodded and crawled over him, straddling his hips. You let out a soft moan as his cock slipped between your cum covered folds. You sighed and wrapped your arms around him, resting your head on his shoulder.

The bed shifted as a freshly showered Osamu climbed on it, holding a damp washcloth.

“Come here, baby, let me clean ya up,” Osamu said, pulling you away from Rintarou. You whined as his cock slid out of you. “Oh, yer not finished yet?”

“Feel empty,” you said as Osamu wiped you down. He carefully pulled your plug out. You squirmed as cum ran down your thighs. Osamu wiped it up quickly then tossed the washcloth into the hamper. With another washcloth, he wiped Rintarou clean before letting the both of you go. You let Rintarou pull you back into his lap. You both sighed as you sank back down on his cock.

“Either of ya want anything?” Osamu asked. “Water or something to eat?”

“Water, please,” you said, relaxing into Rintarou’s hold as he rubbed your back.

“I’m hungry,” Rintarou said.

“What do ya want?” Osamu asked.

“Taiyaki,” you said.

“Seconded,” Rintarou said.

“I’ll be right back,” Osamu said. He leaned over, kissing your cheek before walking into the kitchen.

“Rin,” you said, looking up at him.

“Yes, sweetie?” He asked, rubbing your back up and down.

“Why did you stay?” You asked.

“Do you want me to leave?” Rintarou asked.

“No!” You exclaimed, shaking your head. “I always want you around! I was just wondering. All the other guys got out of here as quickly as they could.”

“The others don’t feel about you and Osamu how I do,” Rintarou said, grabbing your hips. He made small circles with his thumbs.

“How do you feel about us?” You asked. Rintarou closed his eyes as he rested his forehead against yours.

“I’ve been in love with Osamu since high school,” he said. “And I’ve been falling in love with you since the day we met.”

“Rin…”

“If you don’t feel the same, it’s okay,” Rintarou said. “We can forget this happened.”

You cupped Rintarou’s cheeks with your hands. “Rintarou Rintarou, we cannot forget your love confession. Haven’t you noticed that you’re the only one besides Osamu that can call me ‘baby’? Or the fact that no one else is allowed to kiss me on the lips except for you and Osamu? What about the fact that out of the entire group, only you’ve fucked me without Osamu?”

“So, you feel the same?” Rintarou asked. “What about Osamu?”

“Babe, are you blind?” You asked with a laugh. “He was glued to you during the entire gangbang. And he even brought you to bed. If he didn’t feel the same, he would’ve told you to leave with the rest of the guys. Of course he feels the same!”

“Who feels the same about what?” Osamu asked, popping into the bedroom holding two plates, two trays, and two bottles of water.

“Sunarin here has something to tell you,” you said. You lifted yourself off of Rintarou’s cock, pecking his lips before sitting next to him. Osamu propped a tray up over your thighs, setting a plate of taiyaki in front of you.

“What is it?” Osamu asked, propping a tray over Rintarou’s thighs.

“I’ve been in love with you since high school,” Rintarou said, taking a sip from his water.

Osamu smiled widely. “I love you, too, Rintarou.”

Osamu leaned over, tilting Rintarou’s chin up before kissing him softly.

“Me, too!” You exclaimed, puckering your lips. Osamu laughed before leaning over Rintarou to place a kiss on your lips. He pulled away and Rintarou smiled before kissing you quickly.

“Now, you two need to eat,” Osamu said. “I’m going to make some real food for dinner.”

“Taiyaki is real food,” you said, taking a bite of the pastry.

“You need something with more substance,” Osamu said. “Vegetables and meats.”

“Can you make curry?” Rintarou asked.

“Of course, babe,” Osamu said. Osamu pulled on a pair of boxers before going back to the kitchen.

“We should probably shower,” you said. You took a sip of your water.

“Sounds like a good excuse to have shower sex,” Rintarou said. You shoved his shoulder.

“I just got fucked by six guys and you think I’m interested in having more sex right now?” You asked.

“So no shower sex?”

“Of course we’re gonna fuck in the shower,” you said. “You shouldn’t just assume, though.”

You both finished your taiyaki quickly. You carefully folded the trays and set them at the end of the bed.

“Come here,” Rintarou said, pulling you to him. You giggled as you stumbled into him. He intertwined your fingers and pulled you into a bruising kiss.

“Rin,” you moaned as he led you to the bathroom.

“Yeah, baby?” He asked, starting the water before kissing you again.

“Want you,” you mumbled against his lips. Rintarou backed you into the shower, caging you against the cool wall. Your skin prickled where the cool tiles touched.

“My first official act as your boyfriend is going to be making you cum all over my cock,” Rintarou said, lifting you up. You wrapped your legs around him.

“Boyfriend? Is that what you are?” You asked, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Yeah, I am your boyfriend,” Rintarou said, kissing down your neck. “Why, you have a problem with that?”

“Not at all,” you said, smiling. “I like it.”

“Good.” Rintarou slowly guided his cock through your wet folds, gathering your slick on the head of his cock. You moaned as the head of his cock nudged your clit.

“Rintarou, please,” you begged as he teased your entrance. He smirked as you whined. “Rin, I’m going to revoke your boyfriend status if you don’t fuck me.”

“No take-backs or returns,” Rintarou said, pushing into you. You moaned softly as he bottomed out.

“So good,” you moaned, resting your head against Rintarou’s forehead. “Fill me up so well, Rin.”

“I know I’m not as long as Osamu or as thick as Shoyo, you don’t have to exaggerate,” Rintarou said, rutting into you.

“Not exaggerating,” you breathed. “You’re so perfect, Rin, you fill me up so well. You- fuck- you hit that spot inside of me so fucking easily. No one can fuck me like you.”

Rintarou kissed you roughly. His soft lips molded against yours, tasting like taiyaki.

“I- fuck!- I love you,” Rintarou said, pulling back from you. His hips moved faster. You moaned as he hit that spongy spot inside you with every thrust. Your walls clenched as your stomach tightened.

“So soon?” You teased. “Even Osamu waited a few days before telling me.”

“Don’t care,” Rintarou grunted. “Had to tell you.”

“I love you, too, Rin,” you said. You moaned loudly as Rintarou held you with one hand, the other snaking between your bodies as he rubbed your clit.

“Rintarou!” You cried as your walls clamped down around his cock. You dug your fingernails into his strong, broad shoulders.

“That’s my girl, cum around my cock, baby,” Rintarou said. You moaned high pitched as you squirted around his cock. Your head fell back against the cool tiles as your eyes rolled back and your vision went black.

“Rin, Rin, Rin,” you moaned weakly as he continued to thrust into you.

“It’s okay, sweetie, you can take it,” he said, furrowing his brows as he chased his high. “Gonna fill you up, Y/n. You gonna take my load like a good girl?”

You nodded. Your legs shook from overstimulation and you weakly kissed up Rintarou’s neck.

“Rin,” you moaned softly, kissing just below his earlobe. “Cum in me.”

“Fuck, say my name again,” Rintarou said.

“Rintarou,” you moaned. “Fill me up, please? Please, Rin, I want your cum so bad. I need it in me, Rintarou, please.”

Rintarou groaned loudly as he buried himself in your cunt, painting your walls white. You smiled as he rested his head on your shoulder, breathing heavily.

“You’re a menace,” he breathed, setting you on your feet. Your legs wobbled slightly. Rintarou leaned down, kissing you as he held you against him. “Now, let’s get you cleaned up so we can eat.”

Rintarou carefully helped you wash up before you traded spots. You hummed as Rintarou kneeled down so you could run your fingers through his hair. You leaned down, pecking his lips before helping him up.

“Food’s ready,” Osamu said, poking his head in the bathroom.

“We’ll be right there, baby,” you said, wrapping a towel around yourself.

You dried off quickly and pulled on a fresh pair of underwear and an old shirt of Osamu’s while you gave Rintarou a pair of clean briefs he’d left before.

“Have fun?” Osamu asked, wrapping his arms around you as you entered the kitchen.

“With our boyfriend? Yes,” you said.

“Boyfriend?” Osamu asked.

“Yes, baby,” Rintarou said, pecking Osamu’s lips. Rintarou bit Osamu’s bottom lip as he pulled away, staring at Osamu with hazy eyes.

“I’m okay with that,” Osamu said, wrapping one arm around Rintarou’s waist and pulling him into Osamu’s side. You giggled as Rintarou wrapped an arm around both you and Osamu, forming a small huddle. They leaned down, kissing your cheeks before nuzzling either side of your neck, pressing small kisses against your skin.

“The food’s going to get cold,” you said, giggling.

“Don’t care,” Osamu said, sucking on a spot right below your ear.

“Who are you and what have you done with my Miya Osamu?” You teased.

“Ours,” Rintarou said, nipping at your neck.

“What have you done with our Miya Osamu?” You corrected.

“Better,” Rintarou said, licking over the bite mark.

“We better eat,” Osamu said, reluctantly pulling away from you.

You sat at the table with Osamu and Rintarou on either side of you as you loaded your bowl with the fresh curry.

“Thank you, baby,” you said, leaning over to kiss Osamu’s cheek.

“Thanks, Samu,” Rintarou said, scooping up a spoonful of rice.

“It’s no problem,” Osamu said. You sat in a comfortable silence until Rintarou spoke up.

“So, did you have fun today?” He asked, glancing at you. You nodded, smiling widely.

“Yes! I always love when the boys come over!” You exclaimed.

“I was worried when Kiyoomi brought out that dildo,” Osamu admitted. “I thought ya were going to safeword.”

“It was an experience,” you said. “But it ended up being a good one!”

“I thought I was going to have to kick him out,” Rintarou said. “You looked really scared at one point. I thought you were going to cry. Like, in a bad way.”

“It was overwhelming,” you said, hugging your knees to your chest. “But I trust Omi.”

“Baby, if ya ever feel scared ya can always call for a timeout,” Osamu said.

Rintarou nodded. “No one would ever be mad at you.”

“I know,” you said. “If I felt scared at any point I would’ve safeworded. But I was just a little nervous, not scared. I know Omi would never hurt me.”

“None of us would ever hurt ya, ‘less ya asked for it,” Osamu said.

“I don’t think I could ever hurt you,” Rintarou said, face softening as he looked at you. “Even if you asked. I just don’t think I have it in me.”

“Aw, babe, that’s okay,” you cooed, climbing into Rintarou’s lap. You kissed his cheek softly.

“I guess I’ll be the one to dole out punishment,” Osamu said, stacking the dishes and carrying them to the sink.

You rolled your eyes. “He says that like he ever punishes me. Samu’s just a big softie.”

“What was that?” Osamu asked, looking back at you as he washed the dishes.

“I said you’re a big softie,” you said, louder. “Especially for your baby.”

“Yer right,” Osamu said, smiling softly at you. You slid out of Rintarou’s lap, crossing the kitchen and wrapping your arms around Osamu’s waist. You buried your face in his muscular back.

“I love you, Samu,” you mumbled, hugging him tightly.

“I love ya, too, baby,” Osamu said. He turned in your arms and kissed your forehead.

Rintarou smiled from the table, just watching you and Osamu interact.

“Rin, come here!” You called, whipping your head around to look at Rintarou. He walked across the kitchen, stopping a few feet away from you. “Rin!” You grabbed the elastic of his briefs, pulling him closer to you. You threw your arms around his neck, smiling widely.

“What is it?” Rintarou asked, resting his hands on your waist.

“Dance with me?” You asked, looking up at him with wide eyes. “It’s an after dinner tradition.”

“Of course, baby,” Rintarou said, smiling down at you. The two of you swayed around the kitchen, bumping into Osamu every few steps. Rintarou spun you out, letting Osamu spin you into his own arms. Osamu smiled widely as he held your giggling body against his own. You grabbed Osamu’s hand, spinning him across the kitchen, letting Rintarou grab his hand and spinning Osamu into his arms.

You smiled as the two men waltzed around the small kitchen. Osamu smiled, pecking Rintarou’s lips before grabbing your hand and pulling you between them.

“Hey,” you said, facing Osamu.

“Hey, baby,” Osamu said, running his hands down your sides.

“Hey, sweetie,” Rintarou whispered in your ear. His hands ran up your shirt, running over Osamu’s and resting above them on your waist.

As Osamu ground against your front, Rintarou ground against your back.

“Haven’t danced like this since we won nationals,” you said. You grabbed Osamu’s forearm with one hand and rested your other hand on Rintarou’s.

“Baby,” Osamu breathed, nibbling your earlobe. “Let me feel ya.”

You reluctantly moved your hands, pulling your shirt over your head and tossing it across the kitchen. Rintarou immediately slid his hands up, grabbing your breasts and squeezing them.

“You know, I don’t think we paid enough attention to these earlier,” Rintarou said, licking a stripe up your neck. You shuddered as he sucked your earlobe into his mouth.

“We didn’t,” Osamu agreed, pushing Rintarou’s hands out of the way. Osamu squeezed your breasts before pinching your nipples between his thumbs and forefingers.

“We can always change that,” Rintarou said.

“Let’s get her to the bedroom,” Osamu said. Rintarou scooped you up easily and followed Osamu into the bedroom. He laid you down in the middle of the bed.

With both Osamu and Rintarou staring down at you, you felt a smidge self conscious. You crossed your arms over your chest.

“Oh, no, baby,” Osamu said, pulling your arms away. “Let me see ya.”

Your arms dropped to your sides. Rintarou crawled into the bed as Osamu crawled in from the other side.

“Can I?” Rintarou asked, glancing at your chest. You nodded. Simultaneously, two pairs of plush lips wrapped around your nipples. You moaned at the sudden stimulation, back arching. While Rintarou suckled, Osamu nibbled at your sensitive skin.

“Rin, Samu,” You moaned, tangling your fingers in their hair, pulling them closer. Their lips dragged against your skin, meeting in the valley of your breasts. Osamu reached up, grabbing Rintarou’s hair and pulling him into a heated kiss.

“Samu,” Rintarou groaned as the chef pushed him back on the bed next to you. Osamu sat up, sitting back on his feet on the foot of the bed, staring up at you two.

“Osamu,” you whined, reaching out for him.

“Be quiet,” Osamu said, pinching the soft fat of your thigh. “I’m trying to decide who gets my cock first.”

You got to your knees, crawling next to Osamu and running your hands along his chest.

“Daddy, you never fucked my pussy today,” you said, kissing along his collarbone.

“Ya had how many cocks in yer cunt today and yer still wantin’ mine?” Osamu asked.

“No one fucks me like Daddy does,” you said. Rintarou slithered up next to you, grabbing a fist full of Osamu’s hair and pulling his head back.

“What if I wanted you on my cock?” Rintarou asked. You perked up. “Y/n can even bounce on your cock while I fuck you.”

Osamu groaned as Rintarou tugged his hair, waiting for an answer.

“Daddy, please,” you said, pulling his arm. “We all get what we want that way.”

Rintarou pulled Osamu’s hair again.

“Fuck,” Osamu gasped. “Rin, I want ya to fuck me.”

Rintarou grabbed Osamu’s chin, pulling him into a bruising kiss. Osamu followed after Rintarou as he pulled away.

“Come here, baby,” Rintarou said, cupping your face. He kissed you softly. “We’re gonna make Daddy cry.”

“What the fuck have I gotten myself into?” Osamu asked. Rintarou laughed as he pushed Osamu back on the bed.

“You’re stuck with us,” Rintarou said.

“Forever,” you added.

“Forever,” Rintarou agreed.

“Forever is a long time,” Osamu said, smiling up at you.

“If I love you for every second until my dying breath, it still wouldn’t be enough,” you said.

“If?” Osamu teased.

“I don’t want to be presumptuous,” you said. Osamu grabbed your hips, pulling you on top of him as he smiled at you. He tickled your sides, making you giggle and curl up.

“I love you two,” Rintarou said, straddling Osamu behind you. He wrapped his arms around your waist and rested his chin on your shoulder.

“I love you, too, Rin,” you said, turning your head and nuzzling your nose against his cheek.

“I think yer okay,” Osamu said, resting his hands on Rintarou’s thighs.

“Samu!” You exclaimed, lightly slapping his chest. Osamu laughed loudly.

“I love ya, too, Rin,” Osamu said, rubbing his thighs.

“A rain check on sex?” You asked. “Kinda just wanna cuddle.”

Osamu grabbed your hands, intertwining your fingers.

“Anything ya want, baby,” he said.

“Are you sure?” Rintarou asked, kissing your neck.

“Suna Rintarou, stop trying to seduce me,” you said, smiling as Rintarou kissed your jaw.

“Is it working?” He asked.

“Only too well,” you said. Rintarou’s hand rubbed over your stomach before dropping down under your panties.

“Let me make you feel good,” Rintarou said, rubbing your clit. His other hand squeezed your breast, rolling your nipple between his nimble fingers.

“Rin,” you moaned, letting your head fall back against his shoulder. He carefully moved you, laying you against the bed next to Osamu.

“Just… lay back and let me take care of you,” Rintarou said, hooking his fingers on your panties. He slipped them off, tossing them away before spreading your legs. “Pretty, little cunt. Whose cunt is this, sweetie?”

He spread your folds with his fingers, revealing your swollen nub.

“Daddy’s,” you said. Osamu smirked.

“Hurts my feelings, baby,” Rintarou said, rubbing your clit with his thumb. “I’ll just have to show you who owns this cunt.”

He spread your folds, and leaned down, spitting directly into your hole. You let out a wanton moan.

“Wow, no one would know you were stuffed full earlier with how needy you are,” Rintarou said. He pushed two fingers in your hole, stretching you needlessly.

“Rin,” you groaned. “Gimme more.”

“You want more?” Rintarou asked, adding a third finger. “Tell me exactly what you want, sweetie.”

“Your cock, please, Rin,” you begged, bucking your hips against his fingers.

“I don’t know…” Rintarou said, pulling his fingers out of you. “I wouldn’t want to use Daddy’s pussy without permission.”

“Rin!” You whined, fisting the sheets.

“Daddy, what do you think?” Rintarou asked, looking over at Osamu, who had propped himself up against the headboard and was watching the scene unfold.

“I don’t know,” Osamu said. “I don’t know if she deserves it.”

“I do!” You cried, grabbing Rintarou’s forearm. “Please, please, I’ve been a good girl, Rintarou.”

“You did take me so well earlier,” Rintarou said, ghosting his fingers over your clit. Chills went up your spine as you let out a short, breathy moan.

“Yes, Rin, please touch me,” you pleaded, back arching as Rintarou teased your clit.

“She has been a good girl, today,” Osamu said, interlocking his fingers and putting his hands behind his head. “But she was such a lil princess, letting us do all the work.”

“Should we make her work for it?” Rintarou asked.

“Daddy, no!” You whined. Rintarou pushed two long fingers deep in your cunt. “Rin was a princess, too!”

“Yer right, baby,” Osamu said, reaching out with one hand and brushing your hair out of your face. “Maybe I should make ya both work for it.”

Osamu made a show of slowly wrapping his fingers around the clothed imprint of his fat cock.

“Who wants it bad enough?” Osamu asked. You and Rintarou scrambled around until both of you were laying on your stomachs, facing Osamu’s covered cock.

“I want it, Daddy,” you said, tracing the outline with a single finger. Osamu shivered as you dragged your finger down his length.

“I want it more,” Rintarou said, pressing a kiss to Osamu’s thigh.

“Show me how badly ya want it,” Osamu said. He lifted his hips, pushing his boxers down. Rintarou pulled them down his thick thighs and threw them off the bed.

“Fuck,” you murmured as Osamu’s cock bobbed. It was almost too heavy to stand.

Rintarou wrapped his hand around it and leaned in, sucking Osamu’s fat balls into his mouth.

You whined before leaning up and sucking the dark pink tip in your mouth. You swirled your tongue around, pressing it flush against the familiar cool piercing. Osamu groaned, letting his head fall back against the headboard.

“Fuck, just like that,” he sighed. Rintarou tapped your cheek, signaling for you to lean up.

“Wanna try something,” he said. You nodded.

“Okay,” you said.

“Daddy, can you lay down for me?” Rintarou asked, sitting up on his feet.

“Sure, babe,” Osamu said. He slid down the bed, laying down with his head in a pillow.

“Now you sit on his face,” Rintarou said. You looked up at Osamu.

“C’mon, baby,” Osamu said, smiling at you. You crawled up the bed, straddling his face. He wrapped his arms around your thighs, holding you in place as he tentatively licked up your slit.

Rintarou spread Osamu’s legs apart, pushing his knees up. He leaned down, kissing and sucking on Osamu’s inner thighs, leaving fresh, red bruises on pale flesh. You squeezed your eyes shut as Osamu pressed his tongue firmly against your sensitive clit.

“Daddy,” you moaned softly, running your hands over his chest. Osamu let out a moan as Rintarou pressed his tongue against Osamu’s tight, untouched hole.

“Oh, fuck,” Osamu groaned. His words vibrated against your cunt. You moaned, bucking your hips against his tongue.

“You taste so good, Daddy,” Rintarou said. He licked around Osamu’s rim, moaning softly. Osamu’s hips wiggled, desperate for more friction.

“Think he wants more,” you said as Osamu moaned against your clit.

“Lube?” Rintarou asked, looking up at you. You pointed at Osamu’s bedside table.

“Top drawer,” you said. Osamu wrapped his lips around your swollen nub, sucking harshly. You yelped, digging your fingernails into his stomach.

“Baby, come help me,” Rintarou said, kneeling between Osamu’s legs. You slowly crawled off of Osamu, knees shaking.

“What am I doing?” You asked, kneeling next to Osamu.

“I want you to prep him,” Rintarou said, handing you the lube.

“Me?” You asked. Rintarou nodded and moved next to you.

“I want you to stretch him out for my cock,” Rintarou said, tilting your chin towards him. “Can you do that for me, baby?”

“Yes,” you breathed as Rintarou leaned in. He kissed you softly.

“That’s my good girl,” he mumbled, kissing you again. You pulled away, breathlessly. You crawled between Osamu’s legs.

“Fuck, someone do something,” Osamu whined, thrusting his hips up. Rintarou pushed his hips down.

“No whining,” Rintarou said. “Before I gag you.”

“I think you should gag him anyway,” you said, smearing lube over Osamu’s tight hole. Osamu moaned loudly as you traced his rim. You slowly pushed a single finger past the ring of muscle.

“Fuck, baby,” Osamu moaned, throwing his head back and arching his back. You smiled as you curled your finger against his prostate. Osamu cried out, fisting the sheets beneath him.

“Don’t tease him too much, sweetie,” Rintarou said. “We don’t want him to cum just yet.”

“He’s so tight,” you said, twisting your finger. “Are you sure he’ll be able to take you?”

“Don’t worry,” Rintarou said. He reached out and wrapped his fingers around Osamu’s purpling cock. “He’ll be begging for my cock by the time you’re finished.”

You slowly added another finger.

“‘m gonna cum, Rin, fuck,” Osamu moaned as Rintarou pumped his cock. You prodded at his prostate and his eyes rolled back. “Please, please, wanna cum, need to cum!”

“Uh-uh, Daddy,” Rintarou said, wrapping his fingers around the base of Osamu’s cock, stopping him from cumming. “Not until I’m in you.” Rintarou looked down at you, scissoring your fingers in and out of Osamu. “Cock ring?”

You shook your head. “Never needed one,” you said.

“I’m ordering one as soon as possible,” Rintarou said. “Do you have a ribbon or anything?”

“Check my bedside table,” you said.

“More, please, baby,” Osamu begged. You added a third finger. Rintarou shuffled around in your drawers before pulling out a silky, pink ribbon that had previously been used to tie your wrists. Rintarou carefully tied it around the base of Osamu’s cock.

“Does that feel okay, baby?” Rintarou asked. Osamu nodded. “You look so pretty in pink, Daddy.”

Rintarou leaned down, pressing a kiss to the angry, dark pink tip of Osamu’s cock. His tongue poked out, teasing the metal barbell that went through Osamu’s tip.

“Rin, baby, please,” Osamu choked as you twisted your fingers. “Need ya t’ fuck me.”

“You want my cock, Daddy?” Rintarou cooed, twisting his hand around Osamu’s cock.

“Yes, please, I need it!” Osamu begged. “Need ya t’ fill me up, Rin.”

“Baby,” Rintarou said, ignoring Osamu. “You wanna sit on Daddy’s cock while he takes my cock? See how long he lasts before he’s crying?”

You nodded, pulling your fingers out and wiping them on the sheets. “Which way do you want me, Rin?”

Rintarou thought for a moment.

“Why don’t you face Daddy? That way we can both see him cry,” Rintarou said. “And I don’t want your cute face distracting me while I’m pounding Daddy’s ass.”

You straddled Osamu’s hips, sandwiching his cock between your folds. Osamu let out a soft moan as you rubbed against his throbbing cock.

“Don’t tease,” Rintarou said, pinching your thigh. You pouted, but slowly sank down on Osamu’s cock with a long moan.

“Wait, Rin,” you said, reaching back to grab his arm. “I wanna see you fuck him.”

“Already filming, sweetie,” Rintarou said. He leaned forward and kissed your cheek. “I know you, Y/n-baby.”

“For the love of all things holy, please!” Osamu cried. “Please fuck me, I need it!”

“Fine,” Rintarou said. You gasped as he snapped his hips, shaking the entire bed frame. Osamu’s cock jumped inside you, throbbing against your walls. All three of you moaned lowly.

“R-Rin,” Osamu stuttered, eyes rolling back.

“F-Fuck, Samu,” Rintarou moaned. “So fucking tight around my cock.”

Rintarou tilted your head, kissing you roughly. His teeth clashed against yours and his tongue searched every inch of your mouth.

“Rin,” you breathed. He pulled back, biting your lower lip as he did.

“Pass that on,” he said. You nodded, leaning down and kissing Osamu just as passionately as Rintarou slowly thrusted into Osamu.

You carefully matched his pace, bouncing on Osamu’s cock. Osamu moaned and grabbed your hips.

“Samu,” you moaned as he squeezed your hips.

“Harder,” Osamu moaned. You didn’t know who he was talking to but both you and Rintarou moved faster. You took him deeper, until his cock was threatening to punch through your cervix and Rintarou grabbed Osamu’s hips, pulling him into his thrusts.

You reached down, rubbing your clit faster the closer you got to cumming.

“Not, not gonna last,” Osamu whined. “Please, need t’ cum.”

“Not yet, Daddy,” Rintarou said. “Not until baby cums.”

You slowed your fingers on your clit. Osamu whined.

“Cum on my cock, please, baby,” Osamu begged, pressing his fingers into your flesh. “Please, I’ll do anything ya want.”

“Anything?” You asked. Osamu nodded furiously. “I want you to cry for us, Daddy.”

You pulled your fingers away from your clit and braced your hands against Osamu’s stomach, rolling your hips and clenching around his cock.

“Ah, fuck!” Osamu cried. He let go of your hips and reached up, grabbing the headboard. The wood creaked under the force of his grip. “Please just let me cum, please, please!”

“You heard her,” Rintarou said. “Just cry for us and then she’ll cum.”

Osamu breathed deeply as tears welled up in his eyes.

“Baby, please,” he whimpered, looking at you with teary, blue eyes. “Please, I need ya t’ cum around my cock.”

You hummed as your walls fluttered around him. Your orgasm was barely being held back as your legs and arms shook. Fire burned through your veins as you bit your lip.

“Fuck, baby,” Osamu moaned as tears ran down his cheeks.

“Daddy,” you moaned as you came. You rubbed your clit slowly as you squirted around Osamu’s cock, drawing your orgasm out. Your legs shook as you fell forward against Osamu’s chest. Rintarou reached up, untying the ribbon with one hand.

“Oh, fuck,” Osamu moaned as his hot cum flooded your walls.

“Fuck, gonna fill you up, Daddy,” Rintarou moaned. His thrusts jostled you, forcing you to bounce on Osamu’s cock. You moaned softly, burying your face in Osamu’s neck as his cum was forced out of you.

Rintarou grunted loudly and froze before he collapsed next to you and Osamu.

“Fuck,” Rintarou breathed. “Give me a minute and I’ll clean you two up.”

You hummed as Osamu wrapped his arms around you.

“Take yer time,” Osamu mumbled. The three of you sat in silence, all trying to catch your breath.

“I’ll run a bath,” Rintarou said, rolling out of bed. He walked into the bathroom.

“He’s already fitting in with us,” you said, looking up at Osamu.

“Was there any question?” Osamu asked. You smiled at him.

“Just didn’t think it would be this easy,” you said. “I mean, we’re adding a whole other person to our relationship.”

“If it was anyone else, I wouldn’t be able to do it,” he said. “But Rin… he makes everything feel… not complete, we weren’t incomplete, but he makes everything feel more.”

“I get what you mean,” you said. “He makes us new. Everything is different now.”

Osamu nodded. “Exactly.”

Rintarou popped around the bathroom door. “Bath’s ready.”

You and Osamu both walked on wobbly legs to the bathtub. Rintarou wiped both of you clean before helping you into the bath.

Once all three of you were in, you climbed into Rintarou’s lap and leaned on his shoulder.

“I love you, Rin,” you mumbled, kissing his neck.

“I love you, too, sweetie,” he said, holding you close to him.

“Ya are too cute,” Osamu said, smiling at both of you. “I love ya two.”

You smiled softly.

“I love you, too,” you said.

“Only me?” Osamu asked.

“Only you,” you said. Rintarou playfully pinched your side. “Only you, too.”

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Ride 678: Summer's Kumotarou 3

Pag 2

1: Kanzaki-san is making a very surprised face

2: She's looking behind me

And she's surprised

3: I wonder who's behind me.....

4: There is a shadow....

Pag 3

3: Hair fluttering in the wind....

4: A shadown that I've seen....

that I know really well

5: I recognize it!!

7: His breathing....

Pag 4

1: I can hear it right behind me

Yo, Onoda

3: A voice I've heard before

The voice calling me

4: The voice that's calling me, this voice is....

Pag 5

1: It's Makishima-san!!

Pag 7

4: Makishima-san!!

He's here!! Huh!? How!?

5: My heart is throbbing

It's throbbing

6: Kuha....!! Don't look at me with such honest eyes, sho

….ah

Ah!!

Pag 8

1: Uhm.....

Ah....

What shoudl I say? I don't know

2: He's here, he's here before my eyes

Ah-

I don't know

3: But, I have to say something.....!!

4: Please don't disappear!!

Makishima-san!!

Huh?

6: What's going on, Manager

Why isn't Onoda here yet?

Pag 9

1: Don't worry, sho

Teleportation.... I have no such power

I won't disappear, sho

3: It's Makishima-san!! He showed up 'cause you called him!!

No, I didn't do anything

4: Then how!!

I don't know!! Why do you keep asking me the reason for everything!?

5: He came back

8: To meet Onoda

Pag 10

1: Onoda

2: Yes!!

3: Nice answer....

5: Was the race difficult?

Ah....

6: Was is hard?

Yes

7: Did you run with everything you had?

Yes!!

Pag 11

1: Yeah.... there's no way you didn't run with everything you had

3: Seeing you run from up close gave me chills

5: I was so excited during the award ceremony

9: …... ah

Pag 12

2: You did well

Pag 13

1: You worked hard, Sakamichi

Pag 14

2: Sakamichi....!

3: ….. ah

4: Did you have fun?

Pag 15

2: So many things happened....

Not only this race.... during this last year.....

3: So many thing happened, but....

But still, yes

Everyone supported me, and we got so far together....

5: I had fun!!

Pag 16

1: Oop-

4: Makishima-san!!

Senpai!!

You came back!

Tadokoro-san is here too

Makishima-san!!

5: Is everything alright with your flight!?

Huh!? Ah, well.....

I put it of... sho....

Gahaha!

Pag 17

2: Kuha

3: Yeah, now

4: I have no regrets, sho

6: Ah, right, let me show you the flowers....

Sho?

The flowers they gave me during the award ceremony... uhm, where were they, Koga-san?

In a luggage in the back...

Please take it out, Koga-san!!

Now!?

Pag 18

3: It really was a summer we won't forget!!

4: Waaa, since when are you here, Naruko!!

Since Onoda was looking at that Kumo Saburo and remembering about that day, I think

“Kumotarou”, you mean?

Don't interrupt people's memories!!

Pag 19

1: They're my memories too, idiot!

It's insensitive!! Why are you in our classroom, in the first place!!

I forgot my classics textbook so I came here to borrow it!!

2: I won't give it to you!!

It's alright, Onoda-kun will lend it to me

Yeah, it's okay

Dammit!!

4: This really made me happy, too....

5: The Kumo Saburou, huh?

6: Hmph

That's the wrong name, Naruko

Pag 20

1: Ah, right, Onoda

2: This.... it's that “something something”, I found it in a supermarket in England

3: I got it for you

Something? Some....?

5: This is the movie version of the anime Mogumogurinko, “Rinko's romantic trip in the soil of England”, it was only on sale in England

Its', Kumotarou Union Jack Version, Kumo Nyoro Friends!!

Huh? What?

Pag 21

1: There are so few of these that it's treated as a dream, it's not even available via mail order

It's a very locally limited product, there's even an anecdote saying that stronger people went to England and completed the set

I have no idea what you're saying, sho

2: He even has a Union Jack on his head! Actually in the movie it's only in one cut, but it was made into a three-dimensional figure in response to fans' request

Anyway.... it's rare... sho, that's good

3: I can't accept something so amazing!!

No, accept it, sho, even if I take it back I don't know what to do with it

4: Take it!!

5: Yes!!

Thank you so much for your kind smile!!

6: Ahhhhh

I'm so glad

Wait- gentle smile?

7: Oh, you found it in a supermarket, Makishima-san?

Yeah... I saw that you always put it on your bag, so I got it for you....

Waaaa, really?

7: There are pictures, sho

I'll look at them!!

Pag 22

1: Pfu

2: Heave-ho!

3: I have to put this in order little by little

Once winter passes and spring comes

4: New first years will arrive

5: And we'll be “third years”!!

#yowamushi pedal #yowapeda #yowamushi pedal manga #yowapeda manga #yowamushi pedal translations #yowamushi pedal spoilers #ride 678 #this was so soft and so ridiculously dramatic at the same time i loved it so much ;A;A;A;#only watanabe can write this perfect balance of dramatic and ridiculous tbh i love his mind .-.#i was so soft while reading this chap but i was also laughing the whole time lmao #makishima hugging onoda :((((#but also #makishima's face while onoda was ranting about that thing asddgfhgjkjhk #and also #naruko and imaizumi the whole time #how ware they the funniest duo ever created #are*#i love them so much its always a pleasure translating their idiotic banter lmao

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Cthylla steps back at the shove, eyes narrowed, and then she grins. "Ohhhh you can channel them! Them! I cannot believe-" Kudlak finally stands, "no no no, Kudlak no this is so cool he's come so far I've just about broken him!"

"That's nice," Kudlak huffs and utters a single conjuration under his breath, and a single conjured droplet of red expands into a large oozing red orb encompassing Sho's head, "I'm sorry, Haizono-kun, this situation just turned far too dangerous for you. I know this is gross, but you'll have to endure." Cthylla whines loudly at the sight, "I don't care what you wanted to see from him, I am not allowing this to continue!"

Cthylla watches with a distinct air of disappointment as Sho's shock of white hair disappears within the blood, "ugh, I wanted to meet his Patron; you know ghouls have those here? Demonic Patrons? It's like Cults! But more exciting!" She reaches out a hand but doesn't dare touch it; it's not that she thinks it's gross, but it's a pure conjuration of pure magic at the moment. Real blood can't be conjured out of nowhere, but a manifestation of Chaos made real by the power of a pure-blood sorcerer....that was something. She didn't get to witness Kudlak's true power often these days; he caved to her will so easily for the sake of others, she sometimes forgets how easily his style opposes her own, how he could render her decoy useless for technique and style, if not power. "Don't drown him. Nyarly will be mad if he's maimed but he'll actually punish me personally if he dies...."

Sho wakes up, head still pounding, mouth dry, throat sore. Entire body sore. He feels like he's been hit by a car. As he blinks his eyes open, he groans. The light in the room seems to travel directly through his eyes to where the impact had been. Despite the pain, Sho keeps his eyes open, taking in his surroundings.

He's surprised to find that he's in a bed, tucked under a blanket. When he brings his hand up to his head, he realizes that he's not restrained in any way.

... Confident he won't be able to get away, huh...

Sitting up, he has to hold his head with both hands as dizziness washes over him. He doesn't know if he can even stand like this, concussion enhancing the usual side effect of overusing his stigma.

(( @selfproclaimedmagicalgirl ))

#and Kudlak finally does something! on camera even!#drowned in blood would be an epic way to go out tho

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bukojuiice · 4 years ago

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are you feline what i’m feline? — todoroki shoto

ೃ pairing: cat boy! ┃pro hero! todoroki shoto x fem pro hero! reader

ೃ tags: smut 18+ (the rest of the tags are below the cut!)

ೃ warnings: nsfw

ೃ wc: 3k words

ೃ my nav → my mha writing masterlist → my katsuki bakugo x reader smau

ೃ blessed with a quirk that can temporarily transform any human being into any living thing they want through the means of potions and concoctions, you brew up a cat girl potion to surprise shoto for your second year anniversary. however, some accidents and mishaps happen, and you’re welcomed home by a handsome cat boy instead.

ೃ dedicating this fic to the lovely and amazing @todosweetheart bc her cat boy! shoto art is the reason why this fic exists. thank u for the content u feed us val! 🥰💓

additional tags: use of natural aphrodisiac, cat boy! kink, overstimulation, fingering, kitten/cat play, rough but loving sex)

You had just recently moved in to a new neighborhood with your boyfriend, Todoroki Shoto.

Your blissful domestic life with him was just about to begin and life couldn’t get any better than this. and yet...

sometimes you wish you could do more for him.

The two of you met when you were hired to work at his father’s agency, stealing glances at him by the reception area whenever you came in for work, and coincidentally getting into the same elevator as him. Not knowing that he was woefully smitten with you too. It was only through the probing of your co-workers that you had drunkenly confessed to him at a company party and he had (soberly) confessed to you too.

That was where everything started.

That was how you and the No. #3 Pro-hero got together.

Sometimes, it made you think if you were even worthy of his love.

You were just a hero with a support quirk; with it being used for more science and field-related work as your powers made you manifest and create drinkable liquids that could change the physical appearance of a person (make them invisible, turn them into an animal, or even turn them back into a child or into an elderly person) for a limited time and depending on how strong or weak the solution. This means that through your quirk, you are able to tamper with a person’s DNA through these concoctions without any consequences. It was a powerful quirk, just like magic, yes, but can it be used for offense? Sadly not.

Shoto’s quirk was the exact opposite. Bearing the quirk of fire and ice, he was the definition of perfection. The perfect quirk, the perfect combination of two exact opposite elements, and how adept he is at using both of them. Often praised and hailed by the public for not only being extremely powerful, but also for how painstakingly handsome he is. You were just waiting for some controversial tabloid to talk about the No. 3 Pro Hero and his girlfriend who was way out of his league.

Shoto constantly reassures you not to worry about them, never failing to calm you down with his gentle I love you’s and forehead kisses whenever he sees you tensed up and nervous, and never failing to tell you that you are the light of his life and his strength to continue fighting. and yet, it still worries you sometimes.

Today marks your 2 year anniversary.

The two of you decide to go out on a simple date tonight at one of the best-reviewed restaurants in the neighborhood as the two of you were busy with throwing out the moving boxes and unwrapping your furniture, combined with the hero work that the two of you do during the day. Completely ruling out the possibility of being able to plan an elaborate anniversary date.

But, it was alright. As cheesy as Shoto makes it sound, no day can ever become the worst, as long as he’s spending it with you.

“Ah~ Those crepes were super yummy! Plus, the cafe was really cute!” You beam with a satisfying yawn, the two of you walking side by side, hand holding the other, and his arm wrapped around your shoulder for that extra warmth against the cold summer night.

“Yea. There was a classy vibe to it. That was my first time trying a galette, and I must say that was tasty.” He remarks, turning to you. Your radiant and lively energy was infectious and he can’t help but smile. “Leave it to Mina and Sato to know all the best restaurants, I suppose.”

You nod contentedly and the two of you continue to walk back home in silence. Shoto looks around, taking in the sight and wondering if he could point out any small details about your surroundings that could make you laugh or smile. He notices a small shadow perk up from beneath a bush and he casually points at it. “Hmm? (Y/N), look over there.”

You follow Shoto’s gaze and also notice the small shadowy figure. “Oh?”

The quiet sound of a purr could be heard from the bush. The two of you wait a little bit for the creature to reveal itself. A black cat pounces out of the plant, it’s beautiful green eyes staring back at you. “Meoooow.”

The cat walks up to you and you crouch down, putting your hand out, and wait patiently. Sure enough, the cat nuzzles against it.

“Ahhh she’s so cute.” You observe the cat a bit more and notice it’s femme feline features. Shoto crouches down next to you and pats it’s head. Clearly the kitty seems to enjoy all this attention as she’s purring up a storm. “She is.”

You glance at Shoto and notice how his eyes glimmered a different blue-grey light as he continued to play with the kitten. Pure bliss present in his face. His handsome and soft features make you blush, with the heat rising up to your cheeks, you quickly turn away before Shoto could notice you.

Bingo.

What if you turned into a Cat Girl and made Shoto… ya know…

It was a simple formula after all. You could whip up a concoction, sprinkle in a little bit of natural aphrodisiac and that’s it! The recipe to the sexiest and kinkiest night of your life! Maybe you could show your love to Shoto in a different way than most girlfriends do to their boyfriends no?

“AHAH!” You suddenly jump up from the ground, your boyfriend perks up a little bit in surprise too. You then bring out your phone and begin scrolling through your notes. “Sho-kun! Come on! Let’s get home!” You grab his hand and drag him away. He adjusts his running to your pace, smiling at your sudden burst of eagerness and excitement. “Alright alright, love. Be careful so we don’t trip.”

That night, you told Shoto to not wait for you as you had to brew up some potions for tomorrow as specially requested by a hero from your agency. Although reluctant at first to leave you, he intently watched you work your magic at the little science lab in your house. The smell of the strong chemicals waft around the living room, prompting him to retreat back to your bedroom, but not without a quick kiss (that was about to turn into a make out session) before bed.

“Happy anniversary, Love.” Shoto holds you by the waist, resting his head on your shoulder. The two of you swaying slightly to the non-existent rhythm and this makes you almost want to go to bed with him. “Shall we continue this tomorrow?” He peppers kisses down your neck, you giggle in response.

“We shall.” You turn to him and deliver a kiss to his lips. You pull away before you could even begin to think of yearning for more. “I’m sorry if we had to cut our anniversary short. It’s your day off tomorrow right? I promise I’ll make it up to you.”

He nods first before giving you one last kiss, this time on the forehead. “Goodnight (Y/N). I love you.”

“I love you too.” He pulls away. you watch him leave your lab first and make sure he’s out of sight before you get back to work.

After a few more hours of solving the formula and crafting the recipe for a potion that doesn’t necessarily turn you into a cat, but rather, give you only cat ears and a cat tail, yu bring out a thermos bottle from the cupboard and pour in the liquid solvent along with the natural aphrodisiac. You stir it a little bit before using your quirk to add the finishing touch and to make it a viable and an actually working potion.

“Can’t wait to drink this tomorrow.” You snicker to yourself, as you pour all of the liquid onto the thermos, storing it in the fridge and then proceed to go to your bedroom and finally hit the sack.

“AHH I’M LATE!” You rush out of the bedroom, messy bedhead hair, your hero suit not even fully zipped up, mismatched socks, and your bag tossing and turning, most of the contents falling out, your thermos being one of them. “I’M LATE FOR WORK! BYE! I LOVE YOU!” You greet Shoto who was eating his breakfast in the kitchen, planting him a farewell kiss on the cheek as you dash your way out of the house.

“I l-love you too.” He bids goodbye with a wave, but you weren’t even there to hear it anymore. Shoto’s eyes cast downward, a bit disappointed that he wasn’t even able to greet you properly this morning and how your anniversary date felt so short even though you promised each other you would spend more time together later today.

He then notices your water bottle on the ground. A sticky note that was labeled “Drink me!” was attached to it and of course as every other person would react once they see a note like that,

Shoto thought that was for him.

“SHO! I’M BACK!” You call out to him, closing the door behind you. “Sho~?” You sing-song, peering through the kitchen and the living room but your boyfriend was nowhere to be seen. “Where are youuu?” You continue to traverse through your house, looking for him. You grind to a halt when you notice your thermos bottle on top of the dining table… All empty.

Oh no.

Oh no no no no.

“Shoto!” You call out, your voice cracking with nervousness. You rush to your bedroom, hoping and praying that he was there. Only… for the lights to be out.

“Sho?” Your hand reaches out for the light switch. But, you hesitate. What if a demon had kidnapped your boyfriend and you had to save him!? What can your quirk even do to save him!?

“(Y/N)...” He finally responds. Although his tone was soft and still a bit suspicious, you breathe a sigh of a relief and finally turn on the lights.

The lights illuminate the room to reveal your boyfriend in his usual turtleneck fit that you always ogle at. You look up and down, noticing that this is still the same man you know and love and nothing bad actually happened until…

You look up and behind him.

He’s still the same man you know and love.

Just this time however. he’s a cat boy.

“I drank the potion that you made.” He says ever so casually, nothing ever fazes him as usual. “It had a “drink me!” sticky note attached to it and I thought it was for me.” He continues to speak plainly. You thought you could get out of this situation scotch-free and you didn’t have to explain to your loving boyfriend what had happened to him. That was until he crossed his arms, his feet tapping the ground, and his cat tail waving behind him. “Please explain to me why I am now a cat boy.”

“Well…” You began twiddling with your fingers, trying your very best not to make eye contact with him or else you would end up squealing in delight because of how adorable he looked. “You see, I made this potion to turn me into a cat girl so that I can… ya know… please you and stuff. I saw how affectionate you were with the cat we saw last night so.. I guess you can consider this as my late anniversary gift to you?” You laugh sheepishly, still trying your best not to look at him as his gaze intensifies.

Shoto’s black and white cat ears twitch as he tries to stifle a laugh. “Fine. I forgive you. This will wear off eventually right?” You nod in response and Shoto’s shoulders slump down in relief. He was about to approach you and envelop you in a hug, until his legs wobbled midway and he practically fell down onto the floor.

You rush to him and help him stand up, propping himself on the bed. “Sho… are you alright love?”

He starts breathing heavily, cat ears twitching once again, fingers trembling, lips quivering, and his face as red as a tomato. “(Y/N)... what was even in that potion you made?”

You suddenly remember the aphrodisiac you added to the recipe.

Oh no no no no (2)

Shoto suddenly turns away from you before you could notice the bulge rising in his pants. He covers his face in embarrassment, refusing to look at you.

“I also added some aphrodisiac and some catnip into the potion ahahaha…” You scratch the back of your neck. Shoto turns to you again, his eyes glowing like that of a cat and giving off a smoldering feeling. He shifts your position, gently yet somehow arduously pinning you down on the bed. He steps closer, hands moving up your sides, going around your back, pulling you flush against him. Shoto nips at your earlobe, sending sparks through you.

You bite back a moan as he kisses your neck, his tongue hot, the gentle scrape of his teeth (slightly sharped like that of fangs) leaving you shivering.

The two of you stop for a bit. He breaks the kiss to rest his forehead against yours. Tension coils around him, barely contained energy. As if Shoto is preventing himself from showing you his animalistic and feline hunger wanting to ravage you.

“C-can I-”

Before Shoto could even utter another word, you grab his face and pull him back into a desperate kiss, capturing his gasp and the throaty moan that follows. You capture his mouth with yours, and he responds eagerly, his kiss fervent, all his restraint crumbling at your touch.

He kisses your chin, and you tip your head back as he trails his lips down your neck, murmuring praise.

He lays you down, hiking your shirt up, tossing it to the floor, then deftly unhooking your bra, and exposing your breasts. You giggle and reach for his pants, unzipping the fly and getting a little thrill when you see the huge bulge in his boxers.

You push up his turtleneck sweater to admire his abs and Shoto smiles back at you seductively.

“Like what you see?” He says teasingly, a little quip that he barely does when the two of you make love, his husky voice makes your stomach swoop.

“I can only tell you if you purr first.” You tease back, running your fingers over his cat ears. Shoto feels the tickling sensation build up inside of him, slowly about to give in to his raw animal instincts. While you continue to run your fingers through his cat features, he begins to suck and nibble on your breasts. You feel yourself get lost in his gentle caress, barely even notice him pulling off your panties and sliding them off between your legs. Shoto’s fingers slowly slide into your womanhood, as if testing out the waters. He works them in and out for a bit, then pulls them out, brings them to his mouth, and licks them.

Like a kitten licking its milk.

“Sho…”

You feel the last of Shoto’s restraint break as his cat ears twitch again, you can practically feel the energy crackling around him, and the hunger in his eyes more evident than a while ago. Shoto then braces his arms beside your head, as he slots his hips between your thighs. You rise up to meet him, a low moan spilling from your lips.

“(Y/N)... I’m going to put it in now…”

You bite your lip and nod in confirmation.

Shoto gently sets a slow pace, your head spins at the sensation and the arousal coursing through you, your hips rolling to meet the movements of his cock. As he enters, the thrilling sensation courses through you again and your mind feels like it just melted.

You gently rub his cat ears again, and his cock twitches inside of you, the enthralling reaction resulting in a shudder of pleasure shooting through your body, unlike anything you’ve ever felt before. And that pleasure transmits to Shoto loud and clear from your pussy.

Meanwhile, his breathing was ragged, more wild and animalistic than normal. Which is to be expected due to the potion but… this hot and intense feeling radiating off of him was different.

And you love it.

“I-I feel like I’m losing control…”

As Shoto speaks, he slams his cock into you, making your legs shake and you moaning louder than you should. Everything seems more intense, from his thrusting to the look on his eye.

At this point, it’s getting harder and harder to form a coherent sentence.

“Is it alright if I go faster?” Shoto says softly, you hold his hand in reassurance, unable to respond properly as every intense emotion running inside of you makes you let out hitched and breathy moans instead.

Shoto pulls out halfway, then slams back inside of you, making a loud sticky sound.

The two of you were acting like animals in heat.

“A-ah! Shoto!” You mewl out, each of Shoto’s thrust hitting an undiscovered part of your insides. Spurred on by your voice, his pace further increases, until you’re both moving frantically. You gasp at his intensity, at the weight and heat of his body pinning you down.

“(Y/N)! I’m going to-”

You wrap your legs around his waist, urging him on, and his fluffy tail briefly brushes against you. Shoto’s body tenses up as he prepares to unload inside of you.

Shoto’s body spasms- including his tail. Waves of pleasure flood over you as his semen shoots full-force into your depths.

The two of you gaze into each other’s eyes for a minute before he slowly lays himself next to you, his feline features slowly disappearing as you try to catch your breath.

“L-look they disappeared with one whoosh.” You say in between pants and giggles, Shoto covering the two of you with your bed duvet, chuckling along with you/

“Next time, please label things properly and tell me if you added any sort of ingredient that could increasingly highten my sex drive.” He says with an exasperated sigh, yet satisfaction plastered all over his face as he looks at you lovingly. “I love you (Y/N). Happy anniversary… nya~” He whispers the last few words, shooting you a wink.

Your eyes widen, your mouth forming into an O like that one Chris Pratt meme. “Y-you just said…”

“Let’s h-have a nap and just have some late dinner instead.” He shushes you by planting a kiss on your forehead.

You were about to protest, but as soon as Shoto shut his eyes, you didn’t bother doing so anymore.

You plant a kiss on his knuckles, snuggling closer to him. “I love you too Sho. Happy anniversary.”

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