#timeskip tokyo revengers

[airbendertendou]

CHERRY TiNTED! ♡ chifuyu matsuno

synopsis : timeskip!chifuyu learns something about you from the past... it changes things.

cw : non-sexual bathing together , mutual pining but theyre both DUMB

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"It's too bad," Hinata speaks as she picks at the frosting on her cake. Her lips poke out absentmindedly as she scoops a glob onto her fork. Takemichi tilts his head with a tap to her shoe — Hinata jumps, as if remembering he was with her. "That [Name] is leaving. That Chifuyu never felt the same. We became close friends and now..."

Takemichi blinks, memories that don't feel like his racing into his head. Flashes of you — a friend of a friend that Kazutora vouched for — and the pinkened, lovey-dovey eyes you always had set on Chifuyu popped into his mind. Along with the pining — from the other side, it seemed. "What do you mean?"

Hinata takes a sip of her drink. "[Name] never made a move because Chifuyu was always going on dates with other people. Took the hint, you know?”

"There was a chance," Takemichi blinks dumbly. Hinata sits up in her chair. leaning closer as her own eyes widen. "Chifuyu has a crush on [Name]. Always has."

The red-head sits frozen for a second before she sinks into her seat, closing her eyes in defeat. "What idiots."

——♡——

Bloody, bruised knuckles greet Takemichi when he comes back. He's panting and staring up at the sky, then at Chifuyu. The blond holds his hand out, pulling Takemichi up with a grunt. "All good?"

"Yeah," Takemichi breathes. His memories come back with a blink — past him decided to run his mouth again and couldn't put up a fight. "Thanks. Did I win?"

"Oh, yeah," Smiley pops up. His grin seems to widen — Takemichi thinks he's laughing at him. "Won big time. Always do."

Chifuyu clicks his tongue, looking away before slinging an arm around the timeleaper. "Let's get patched up. See you later!"

It's with alcohol stinging his cuts and a cold, pre-boiled egg on his eye that Takemichi remembers. There was a drink — your favorite that Chifuyu always brought home ; there was an ice cream — one that matched the color of your eyes.

You — he couldn't fight well, but maybe he could change your future. Make sure your heart is accepted ; your pining and Chifuyu's finished.

“Chifuyu.” Takemichi holds onto his shoulders. The blond blinks, eyes wide and confused. Michi sighs, “you have a chance with your roommate. You always have.”

He walks away, leaving Chifuyu confused. “Roommate…?” Something must’ve happened in the future, he thinks with a finger held to his chin. Chifuyu nods to himself, I’ll stop it!

——♡——

The shower is running when Chifuyu finishes getting ready. He waits on the spritz of his favorite cologne — he waits, for what, he's not sure. His shoes stay by the door — socks fresh on his feet as he runs a hand through his hair.

"[Name]?" He taps on the bathroom door softly with his knuckles. "I'm heading out now."

"Sure you don't want to join me first?"

It's something you always say — sly, flirty invites that he always denies. Chifuyu smirks, tugging on the sleeves of his shirt. Little did Chifuyu know, the sound of the shower muffled your sniffles and hiccups. He didn’t know then, but now—

Takemichi’s voice echoes in his head.

Turning on his heel, Chifuyu welcomes himself into the warm, steamy bathroom.

The curtain slides open, revealing you with your mouth agape, staring in shock. Chifuyu slots right under the shower, the water drenching him and his clothes. He lets out a sigh, cupping your cheek. “Why are you crying?”

“I’m not,” you deny. Your nose scrunches as you sniffle, “s’the water. Why are you in here with your clothes on?”

Reddened, lithe fingers shake as they unbutton the top he’s wearing, slinging it onto the bathroom floor with a plop! His pants and underwear go next — you avert your eyes quickly. Chifuyu chuckles, “why are you so shy now?”

“Didn’t think you’d actually get in here,” you mumble. Blinking as his hands latch onto your hips, you frown. “What about your date?”

Chifuyu doesn’t think as he says, “want you more.” He’s fighting the urge to bury himself into your neck and take a nibble — your body wash smells so good and you look divine.

“What?”

“[Name].” It’s said with a loud, exasperated laugh as Chifuyu’s head falls back. “Do I have to spell it out for you?” One hand shoots to your cheeks, gripping them softly as he connects your eyes. “I like you — so much. I want to share a room and go on grocery store dates and get so lovesick it’s annoying. Got it?”

Your eyes are wide and almost pink as you speak through puffed cheeks. “Got it.”

——♡——

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[kkurisuac]

𝐆𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞

Pairing: Mitsuya Takashi x Fem reader

Warning: spoiler from the manga, yelling, depression

Of course, here is the English translation:

"Taka? We don't really talk," I replied to Takemichi's question.

"How is that possible?"

"Taka doesn't want to talk to me. During our last conversation, he told me it would be better if we broke up."

"Mitsuya-kun said that to you?" Takemichi was completely surprised.

"I was also surprised when he said it. Taka has been depressed since Draken's death. I understand, and I don't blame him for it, but he doesn't let me help him."

"Do you think he would be willing to talk to me?"

"Try it," I advised, and returned to Luna.

Even if Taka doesn't want to see me, I will never leave him alone. I'm here almost all day, waiting for Taka to come out and hug me like he always does.

Draken's death affected all of us, but especially Taka. I truly understand his feelings since I've been by his side and watched him suffer. I'm trying to help him, but if he doesn't let me, it won't work. It never crossed my mind to leave him now, even if he said hurtful things to me. I know he didn't mean it, but it still hurt a bit.

Taka went to talk with Takemichi, but afterward, he went back to his room and locked himself in again.

"What did he say?" I asked Takemichi.

"He's preparing for the competition, so he won't join our gang," he replied, and I just nodded.

"By the way, Takemichi, what are you wearing?" I asked, looking at the four boys.

"This is our gang uniform for the Thousand Winters! I came up with it!" Chifuyu said proudly.

"What?" I asked, laughing because both the name and the logo were quite lame.

"Y/n-san, why are you laughing?" Chifuyu looked at me confused.

"Nothing, nothing," I said because I didn't want to hurt Chifuyu by saying how lame it all was.

"Y/n-chan, take care of Taka-chan," Hakkai looked at me.

"You don't even need to ask," I smiled at him.

I went back inside and helped the two girls study. They are so worried about their brother, but Taka doesn't notice this either. I hope Takemichi's visit helped a little.

It was getting late, and the two girls had already fallen asleep, so I thought it was time to go. Before I left, I saw some light seeping through the door of Taka's room, so I peeked in through the small gap.

I hate that he's acting this way with me. Just because he's not in a good state right now doesn't mean we should break up. Why would he even think of that? We'll only break up when I also want it, but until then, I'll be with him no matter what.

"Y/n, what are you still doing here?" he asked without even looking back.

"I thought I'd check on you before I leave. But I'm going now," I said, heading towards the door. He didn't even say hi or anything. He doesn't need to be this cold.

After school, I hurried to Taka's place to try and talk to him alone. Although I think I'll be the one talking while he listens. At least he's not yelling at me like he did at the beginning.

"Taka, can we talk?" I asked as I entered his room.

"Y/n, what are you even doing here? I told you we should break up." he said without looking at me. Of course, he can't look me in the eyes.

"Yes, you said that, but I don't remember agreeing to it. This relationship won't end until I say so."

"Why are you so stubborn?"

"Because I love you and I won't let go of what's mine." I sat down next to him, but he kept on drawing.

"It would be better if you left too."

"Sorry, but that's impossible, Taka."

Taka didn't react, just kept drawing, while I sat next to him trying to gather my thoughts.

"Taka, do you need a model by any chance? I'd gladly take on the role." I offered, and even he stopped for a moment.

"I don't need one." he replied coldly.

"I offered this to help you, not as your girlfriend. At least let me help you with this if you won't let me help with anything else," I said, slightly angry. His behavior was starting to really irritate me.

"I still don't want your help," his indifference made me so angry that I started yelling at him.

"Takashi, do you not remember who I am? Don't you remember when we did this together?" I pointed to the tattoo on my finger, which had his initial. "Have you forgotten how much we love each other? I understand you, Takashi, but enough is enough!"

"Y/n-"

"And don't say anything like go away or whatever! I'll stay with you until you apologize for how you treated me!" I declared to him. He looked at me, surprised, not knowing how to react to my outburst, but it was better this way. He had already upset me enough; he shouldn't mess with my nerves anymore.

I sat next to Taka, waiting for him to say something, but he just sat there in silence. I managed to stay quiet too. It was hard, but I somehow did it.

Since I didn't plan to go home, I took one of his shirts without his permission, put it on, and lay down on his bed to sleep. He just watched what I was doing but said nothing.

With my eyes closed, I tried to sleep but with no success because I was too angry. I thought Taka would do something immediately if I stayed quiet since it's not my habit to keep my mouth shut.

"I'm sorry, my love," Taka whispered while stroking my face.

"I didn't want to make you this sad, but I thought it would be easier if you weren't around either. Give me a little more time and I'll make it up to you for everything I've done. I love you," he kissed my forehead.

It was hard not to smile with happiness. So it was worth yelling at him and being this stubborn.

He can take all the time he needs, as long as he still loves me.

[kazusrightmole]

THE START OF A GOOD DAY

small note: i ❤️ kazutora smm (esp his timeskip version damn i love myself a traumatized man who realized his wrongdoings and strived to change himself for the better 🙏 so have a househusband timeskip kazutora short drabble bc i desperately need MORE content of him in pazuribe🙁🙁)

KAZUTORA halted in his movements at mincing the vegetables on the cutting board when he felt your sleepy figure latching onto him. Once he realized that it was you, a soft hum escaped his lips as he continued doing his task, paying no mind to your figure latching onto him like a koala. You then proceeded to bury your face into his side as you observed his movements with slight curiosity. The golden accessory wrapped around your husband’s finger twinkled in the daylight, indicating that this moment between you two wasn’t an illusion.

You couldn't help but smile at the thought as you looked down at your left hand with pure adoration, the one where it held the other half of the golden ring. The ring then twinkled in response, as if reading your thoughts. Heh, you almost couldn't believe you’d managed to score a guy like him.

Unbeknownst to you, the serene smile never left your face as you remained latching onto Kazutora while watching your husband’s movements in amusement. Your husband slightly hoisted the cutting board and swiftly pushed all the minced vegetables into the boiling pot with the knife.

“Sweetheart, do you mind letting go for a bit? You might get yourself hurt,” Kazutora said with a soft smile, gesturing for you to wait by the dinner table while he prepared breakfast for the both of you. After voicing his words, he soon reached down to softly peck the top of your head before returning to his task at hand, hoping that would satisfy you and that you would sit by the dinner table like he told you to.

Your cheeks grew warm at his affection before you responded to his statement by tightening your grip on his apron-wrapped torso. You silently shook your head in embarrassment as you shifted your face from his side to his back to cover the blossoming heat decorating your face.

Kazutora remained focused on his task. After leaving the boiling pot alone, he shifted his attention to the cooking pan beside it. He then thoroughly mixed the rice in the cooking pan with a spatula while slightly hoisting the pan in the air so he wouldn’t have any trouble taking care of some grains untouched. The natural color of the rice was gradually replaced by golden brown.

“Oh? Flustered now, are you?” Kazutora let out an amused chuckle, despite the inaudible sigh that escaped his lips a moment ago when he noticed that you weren’t planning to let go. He might be a changed man, but that doesn’t mean he wouldn't take advantage of your flushed state.

“Oh, shut up,” you quickly retorted with a sleepy grumble before nuzzling your face deeper into his side and tightening your grip around your stupidly attractive husband.

“Well, you’re always free to try that out later,” Kazutora cheekily responded to your retort in a heartbeat. That familiar, signature grin of his was undoubtedly plastered across his face right now, as you could feel the chuckle reverberate from his chest despite your position.

“..Ugh, goddamnit, Kazutora, you know I don’t mean it like that…”

At this point on, you think it's safe to say that your morning routine with your husband went well, even though you two spent most of your time bickering like children until the rice almost got burned to a crisp—but overall, it was nice spending time with your husband like this as a married couple. Despite this, you admit that you couldn't maintain your gaze on him, as he would occasionally cast a teasing glance your way from the corner of his eye.

However, you find yourself realizing that spending this moment with your husband—behaving like kids while still being two idiots in love—made you realize just how much you were willing to risk everything to see this man happy.

TAG LIST; EMPTY SLOT

— MASTERLIST

[arlertsbaby]

i think takashi mitsuya is a silent lover. he prefers actions over words, and being around you in quiet rather than going out to the bustling streets of shibuya. mitsuya doesn't talk often, he observes those who he is around, if he chooses to be around such people other than you, he likes it, listening.

you two don't have to speak in words to communicate; a shoulder massage and light neck kiss can tell you all you'd like to know about how he's feeling. the glances you two share while making a meal, or watching a show, are enough, you and him think.

within intimate moments you can confirm the atmosphere is similar, how he'll walk in the door from work, and immediately you'll appear from the living room to hug him. he buries his face in your neck, into your hoodie, well his, but after a few months of living with each other, the line between his wardrobe and your wardrobe is lost. after he sets his bag down, he heads to the bedroom to get comfortable, and you follow along behind him.

you always thought he looked good, no matter what; lounging, back from work, tired, he could do it all.

while loosening his tie he turns to look at you and smiles softly before taking it completely off and pacing slow steps toward where you're standing so he can press his lips to yours. he doesn't kiss you immediately, though; he prefers to savor the few moments he has before you two go through with it, his eyes darting from your eyes to your lips. he likes to examine the slight needy look on your face, trying to lean into his, but you find him to be just out of your grasp.

he resolves his teasing when he sees that look on your face turn into something more noticeable than it already is, and he finally leans in to lock his lips with yours repeatedly.

the only sound you can hear in the apartment is the occasional rain patter on the windows and the sound of dogs barking from down below. every day you mentally thank both mitsuya and yourself for choosing to move into a place high up.

your moans are soft as mitsuya continues his slow but steady pace on your clit, he's kissing your neck over and over as his hand moves in your underwear. he's focused, as focused as you can be when the absolute love of your life is making it known so clear that you're making them feel amazing.

he pauses the kisses on your neck to look into your eyes and his hand's pace isn't faltering, instead derived from the heightening reactions you're giving, he quickens his pace, bringing you to the very edge.

just as you think you're about to finish, he stops, and you let out a faint whine at the loss of contact. he shifts his position on top of you, slowly tugging your sleep shorts and underwear down your legs. he looks so handsome like this, you think, no, you know; you take in the way he looks so eager to touch you, yet restrains himself to drag out your pleasure to the max.

he removes his boxers, pants already discarded the side by the time he got into your shared room, and before you know it he's lining himself up with your folds.

a silent nod of approval is exchanged between both of you, and he starts pushing in slowly. you whine slightly louder than usual at the dull pain when he's all the way inside, and he smiles a little.

a few moments pass before he starts to move, slowly thrusting in and out of your wetness. the dull ache transitions into pleasure, and he can tell you're starting to enjoy yourself even more.

mitsuya reaches his hands down in between your bodies to rub at your clit once again. his eyes are looking into yours when he picks up his pace on both his hand and his hips. as your breath starts to shallow, his becomes heavier, and you can hear the quiet deep moans he's producing as he goes faster.

he can tell you're almost there, by the way your moans start to become more audible, more frequent, the way you look up at him while slightly biting your lip, then you begin to say a sentence.

"i love you so much,"

mitsuya had heard the sentence come out of your mouth multiple times before, but for some reason, this time felt different. this time, when you said it, the tone of your voice had become a little more emotional, a little more soft. sure, you always meant it whenever you said it to him, you couldn't recall a single time where you didn't mean that specific sentence.

a few seconds after that moment, when everything is at its peak, and you are too, his hips still and his breathing slows while painting your walls, his face is red, hands tangled in your hair, with a loving smile on his face.

the best moments like these happen in silence, you can both agree.

[nikorun-draws-stuff]

Happy New Year!!!! 🐉

“Year of the dragon huh?”

“Ha, lets make it the year of the twin dragons!”

[thefourthwifeoftengenuzui]

Hiiii bonten Rindou hc???? Pleaseee. Love him frr

To be honest, I intended for this to be almost exclusively for haikyuu… BUT FOR YOU MY FRIEND! *pounds chest* I SHALL GIVE YOU THE RINNY OF YOUR DREAMS. Also you didn’t specify what kind you want so ima give you my finest shit, which happens to be my head cannon prowess. (Totally not because I hate writing dialogue, no,no, that’s so stupid ��) Also important side note: I aint spend days finishing the Tok rev manga not to use it tf outta here. Tokrev and Jjk content is welcomed proudly.

idk if I’ll make a part 2, but on the off chance I do, look foreword to girldad Rinny content.

status: unedited

warnings: cursing, slightly sexual situations (but no smut), mafia bs, blood? Fluffy bullshit, Rindou being a dick hole, the ick, my bad Spanish

💜Bonten Rindou Hataini. Headcannons~💜

The first thing off the bat, I definitely think he is on the demisexual spectrum. I know everyone else be saying that he would be all about just sleeping around like that, but to be honest, I think that that’s more of a Ran thing. I feel like the only reason he would go to strip clubs and shit like that for work, and would actually be really grossed out when people would coddle him. If he was to have a significant other, it would have to be someone he has known for a long time, or from his old delinquent days. My best idea would be a calm friend who would give him the notes from his skipped classes. And in return he’d take them out for food or some shit. Somewhere along the way y’all would just be like, “we’re totally together right?” “Duh, why else would I put up with you.” Yeah he a lil bitch.

Any way, as for him as an adult, all I gotta say is “Mmmm Papí ¿quieres una besito?~”. Like Jesus Christ man has no right being this freaking fine. Sexy Jellyfish ass boy

Yakuza Daddy🥵. This man will spoil the everlasting shit outta you, and go to Walmart for his own shit. But had does it in the most obnoxious way possible. He gets you a necklace? “Hey babe, gotchu this, your old one was musty af, take better care of your shit.” Awww you want a new dress? “Sure babe, but just know that thing barely covers shit, and will be gone by the end of the night.” You want something just random? “Wtf am I a walking ATM? No, pick it tf up, I’m buying it, you can’t stop me. Quit arguing before I buy you 3 more.”

But when it comes to himself? Yeah he only indulges in suits and Jordan’s. Other than that, he has an avengers shirt he had since he was 12 and a pinball machine. That’s the extent of his possessions. Well that and the watch you got him for his birthday, but shhhhh he can’t let you know he cares ewwwww.

Man is literally the biggest (for lack of better word) Tsundere. Like Top three in anime. Like you got 1.Kageyama 2.Sasuke 3. Him. Like manz would rather die than say he cares. His love language is quality time and gift giving, so he’s more show you he loves you, but won’t say it first. The kinda mf that when you say I love you to them say, “Yeah I know, I love me too if only there was someone out there who loved you.” Like manz is so obvious I wanna kiss him to shut him the fuck up. (I think I have a type.) like bro the me love you tf?

In terms of icks there is one thing I no for fact. This mf wears socks to bed. And not the cute fluffy kind. The musty ass crusty socks he wore all day, then stepped in water, and now you gotta deal with it while yall cuddling. I hate this mf.

On a more serious note, because of his Bonten Bs, he doesn’t have a lot of time for us. So we make time. His time. We just barge in during his meetings, lay across his lap, watch TikTok’s, while everyone (him) are just looking like “is this bitch serious!?” >:|

Anyways, because he’s so busy all the time, the majority of what he wants to do when he gets home is just to sprawl out on the couch and just stay there. You can cuddle with him too or whatever he doesn’t mind🙄. But fair warning, he’s the kinda dude who is only ever in the mood for either ww2 documentary’s or like deep sea documentary’s. Like mf has the same movie taste as my dad, I can’t with him. It’s a good day when you can convince him to try something actually entertaining. And you know what he picks? The Fucking exorcist. He’s an asshole. The kinda dude to pretend he’s unfazed, but his left leg physically won’t stop shaking.

speaking of movies, I know I say this every time, but scream Halloween costumes. Yes. Give me Rinny as ghostface please, I’ll freaking sell my soul. Especially if it’s not the robe but one of the like dry fit and leather harness- *incomprehensible pterodactyl noises* 🥵

anyway back to cuddling, his go to position is literally the Hakari and Kirara thing. Like this mf will always have a hand on your ass. He doesn’t like PDA but this? Yeah you can’t stop him. He is an ass guy, it’s just where his hand naturally gravitates.

I cannot explain the urge to play daddies home by usher every time I see him. Like he and my baby daddy Gojo have partial custody over that song. Like bro. Yes.

Tbh I don’t see him having a big wedding. Or any wedding. I think his thing would be just handing you his debit card and saying “pick some shit out. No, don’t worry bout the price I’m rich for a reason.” And after that yall just elope to some tropical place across the planet for like a month.

speaking of travel it’s a pretty common thing for you. Just that it’s always last minute. Like bro don’t even give you time to brag to the your friends. Man just pulls up 10 minutes before y’all need to go to the airport and says, “get ready, we’re going to France. How long? Idk a month? Boo hoo bitch. Stay home then. Mhm that’s wtf k thought”. Manz is such an ass but you gotta love a walking wallet.

My last thought I’m gonna share is how he physically won’t use nicnames. Like babe is the physically most he can bring himself to do. Maybe baby. He gives himself the ick every time he thinks of doing anything else

all in all, he’s the one who is always there for you, and expects the same. He’s a great guy, under all the stress and yakuza bs. Treat him well, or I’ll treat him better😤

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ sorry this took me so long to write, I’m working on another request too, and more importantly, my final exams for collage, love that. But even do, if you liked this, please like and request something, and I will definitely be posting. Love y’all so much, I’ll see yall later.

[strawbxrryanime]

Every Timeskip/Version of Mitsuya Takashi SHOWCASE

LMK IF I MISSED ANYTHING, and keep in mind these might be used for some writing ^^

TOKYO MANJI MITSUYA

SEWING CLUB PRESIDENT MITSUYA

TIMESKIP MITSUYA 1 (First Timeskip)

TIMESKIP MITSUYA 2

SUKUNA (TIMESKIP MITSUYA 2 VER.)

TIMESKIP MITSUYA 3

TIMESKIP MITSUYA 4

TIMESKIP MITSUYA 5

TIMESKIP MITSUYA 6

FIREWORK FESTIVAL MITSUYA

BLOODY HALLOWEEN MITSUYA

CHRISTMAS SHOWDOWN MITSUYA

MOEBIUS MITSUYA

CAPED SHIRTLESS TOKYO MANJI MITSUYA

[klarificwrites]

Pairing: Timeskip!Kazutora Hanemiya

cws; soft!fem reader, Kazutora is a little mean, trifling men, light angst, crying, spanking, making out, knee-grinding, oral sex (receive), Kazutora is IN LOVE with your tits, vaginal penetration, fingering, they fuck outside and in the car

# Kazutora can’t control himself under professional circumstances when other guys are trying to get as his woman.

First fic, be kind and give constructive criticism!

Today was a very important day, and great step in your real estate career. This was your first open-house, a chance to reel in potential customers and get a profit from the houses they buy off of you. Typically, you were a shy and soft-spoken girl, therefore big events where interaction was so important, seemed out of character for you. It took months for you to actually woman-up and do an open-house. Prior, you had canceled two appointments. If it happened a third time, you were informed that a suspension would be placed on your license.

So, with the support of a loving boyfriend, and stressful days of planning, results pushed through. The hardest part of it all was advertising. If you didn’t excel in endorsement, chances of this opportunity being fruitless was high. “What if little to no one shows up?" It was a thought that clouded your conscious often, and Kazutora would put in overtime to reassure you. Directly, he would approach you, giving comforting words, and playing an assistant role. He handed out your business cards at his job, informed his ex-gang affiliates, constantly posted about it on his socials, and propped signs up in nearby neighborhoods/avenues.

His dedication was contagious, and only made you strive to orchestrate a pleasing open-house. In the end, it was all worth it. At least a dozen people (excluding three of Kazutora’s friends) came to get an overview of the facility—majority of the lot being married couples. You were hesitant to chat, social anxiety almost besting you.

Hands clammy, heart raising, and nerves rapid. You were pacing back and forth behind the house. Although he talked big, Kazutora also began to feel slightly nervous. He wasn’t a fan of stranger-crowds, anything could happen, but he knew he had to prepare himself for that. So, with a level head, he told you, “Y/n, calm down. We’ve practiced and come this far—it’s time to preform.” He wore a soft, stern look, capturing your attention. Smiling, he spoke again, “Baji, Chifuyu, Takemichi, and I, are all here to show our love. Just handle your business.” Words of affirmation from your lover was all you needed to hear, unfortunately.

Kazutora watched from afar as you giddily conversed with the trio of dogs, who lurked in the skin of taller, immoral males. A smile painted over your glossed lips, pretty whites on display, charming every visitor they come across. Your pearl necklace, earrings, and a silver bracelet complimented the black, long sleeve, bodycon dress adorning your figure. The silver flats you wore tied everything together to make you appear as an occupational woman (which you were.)

Although your professional attitude and exchange of words came with the flow, in sand color eyes, it was clear your lack of sociability made you oblivious to certain things. A key reason as to why you missed the way each of those males eyed you like famished hyenas—a savory piece of meat, ready to be ravished.

———

"The price for this modern house is actually on the lower scale, considering the advanced architecture. As you can see, this living room, the dining and kitchen are quite large. It has two floors—3 if you count the basement. There’s a master bedroom upstairs, and 4 others room to go with 5 bathrooms—one in the basement. I highly recommend this for a bigger family. Outside-”

The shorter male of the bunch cut you off, “I’ll definitely look into it. But, I was wondering..” Perking up at his impending question, you simply smiled, dismissing his rude interruption. Pools of e/c rested below long, luscious lashes. A winsomely plain look stirred the man’s appetite. The contents of a smirk threatened to spill over his mouth. “Do you happen to live in this area? I’d like to have multiple options of contact, so in case things can’t be said through the phone, I could come meet you sometime?" Snickers rumbled from the other men, causing you to awkwardly join in.

Politely clasping your palms, "I'm sorry, but that is confidential information.” The man’s face dropped. “Surely you’ve seen my signs and cards. Contacting me via email or my business number is the only way we can stay in touch! That is unless we absolutely have to meet, but it would not take place at my residence, rather a public setting or your place.”

"Aren’t you quite the professional?" Suyuka teased, moving behind you, his black curls hair bounced with every stride. You followed him curiously, up until he disappeared from your peripheral vision. When out of sight, he exaggeratedly ogled at the way the outline of your ass protruded the material that stopped a few inches above your knees. The other men snickered at his actions, you awkwardly joined in, clueless of you being the butt of the joke.

The male’s taller build moved closer to your rear, inches away from rubbing against you. Feeling the abrupt hover of a warm figure, you stumbled forward, tripping over your own foot. A hand roughly clasped the section of your left wrist to prevent your fall. “Calm down, Miss Y/n. No need to be so jumpy..” Suyuka taunted, closing in toward your face, and pushing h/c strands behind your ear.

Moving away, “I’m sorry, I’m quite clumsy. I’ll be careful!” You embarrassingly giggled, rubbing your wrist. Of the other two, the ginger-head male advanced forward. Swiftly, he took your hand, emitting a squeak from you. “There you go again, Miss L/n!” The ravennette laughed. Raising your punier hand, the ginger kissed your wrist. A blush splotched your face—one of humiliation.

You were growing more uncomfortable by every passing moment. The constant laughing was honestly unsettling, especially when you didn’t get the jokes. Nevertheless, you decided maintaining decorum was the moto. So, overreacting in a setting like this was unacceptable. You decided to formulate your next words carefully. At least you tried.

“Um..Sir..” “I hope I’m not interrupting anything. I really need to talk to you, Y/n.” Peering over, you immediately removed yourself from the sandwich you were in. Despite the evident irritation on his face, just meeting those brown eyes brought you relief. “Kazutora..”

You walked forward, before pausing at passive aggressive words. “Ehh.. So quick to leave your precious customers?" The orange-haired man pouted, bringing a hand to grip the gray jacket surfacing his heart. Flustered, “Forgive my incompetence, I’ll try to be quick!” You apologized, bowing your figure.

Kazutora clicked his teeth, it was so clear they were taking your naivety and generosity for granted. He was aware that his woman was generally charismatic. That’s why you’re his woman. Even in public men would admire from time to time, however none ever approached. No one dared to, at least when your boyfriend accompanied you. A 5 foot 9 man, with tattoos and a cold gaze stirred many of the path.

Wrapping his slender fingers around your left wrist, Kazutora hurriedly dragged you out of the building.

You found yourself at a familiar spot, behind the house. The black and blonde locks on his head whipped at the wind’s command, his white blazer ruffling. Leaning against the exterior wall, you said, “Thank you, for coming over there. I was having trouble handling them.” You admitted sadly, averting your eyes to the ground and your hands intertwined at your lower back. Nervously, you rocked back and forth on the balls of your feet.

He observed the roundness and jump of your breast after every movement. Kazuora considered the clothing a curse and blessing all in one. ‘They were probably looking at ‘em too..’ He unconsciously scowled at the thought. Noticing his silence, you lifted your gaze, long lashes batting pretty e/c irises. Taking note of the transition on his face, you began to feel even more sad, under the impression your meek demeanor was pissing him off—possibly disgusting.

Sensing the burn in your nasal, you could tell you were about to cry. From the way your eyes watered, Kazutora was quick to react, “Why are you crying?" He questioned, empty optics swirling in curiosity and concern. 'I'm not crying!' You wanted to shout, but the words dwelled within the back of your throat. Before you could even speak, tears were trickling down your face.

Now, you were frustrated. Unable to explain yourself without crying, your most self-hated trait. Squeezing your eyes shut, you hung your head low, and brought your hands to cover your face. 'Weak..I'm so—'

Without giving you any time to think, Kazutora ripped your hands away from you face, and engulfed you into a kiss. It took you a split second to recuperate. It was a slow and sensual kiss—at first. Kazutora took the initiative of entering your mouth. Upon infiltration, his hands moved to your waist. This encouraged you to shift yours into his bi-colored hair.

His warm muscle asserted its dominance, causing you to groan as your tongue grew tired. Detecting your tongue’s growing idle, before it completely limped, he sucked it, earning a whimper from you. Then he shoved his tongue further into your mouth, in the process his big hands slid from your waist to rear, giving the fat a nice grip. You both grunted in satisfaction, the feeling caused another wave of wetness to pass through your pussy, the closeness of your bodies gave you the opportunity to feel Kazutora’s boner on your abdomen. He was completely rock.

Tapping his shoulder, immediately he pulled away. A string of spit connected your tongues before it broke. The departing had each of you panting for a chance of oxygen. Staring at you through half-lidded eyes, from his point of view: your neat hair now had few fly aways: tear streaks were all down your red flushed face: tongue lolled out in exhaustion: hands rested above his chest: drool leaking out the corners of your mouth: and unshed tears in doe-glassy eyes, full of delicious desire that he was ready to devour.

He loved that lewd look on you. It was so…tempting—and beautiful. Bringing his thumb to wipe the spit off your face, he placed it on the center of your tongue. Slowly, the corners of his lips jerked up, “You’re so perfect for me..” Your boyfriend whispered lovingly. Kazutora was a man of few words, so whenever he voiced sentiments like that, you burned it into your core memories.

Whenever you immersed in intercourse, it was usually making love, as Kazutora knew you were worth more than a quick fuck. Almost every session you’d cry, the insecurities you saw in the mirror were ones he worshipped like a shrine. Every quality you thought to be negative of yourself were his favorite. It felt good to have someone love you as much as he did.

In the midst of it all, you were able to devise your next words. “Thank you, Kazutora.” You smiled, pulling him into a hug. The transpiration soothed stress you didn’t know you were harboring. Bringing his hands to your shoulders, he lightly pushed you away, hands staying in place. You looked up in confusion. “Is something wrong?"

"I'm not done," He deadpanned, causing you to shift up a brow. Kazutora averted his gaze to your breasts, a small smile bubbling. Your face heated at the realization. Like a fume, steam blew from your ears. "E-Eh?! You want to do that here? What if someone sees us!?" You cried, hands waving in panic.

He simply chuckled, moving forward, and wrapped his arms around your waist. Without hesitation, hungrily, one hand slid up to grope you, forcing a squeak from you. Then there were two. He couldn’t get enough of moving them in circles, it was so entrancing. He loved it.

Your face burned fiercely. The feeling of Kazutora’s eyes piercing into your fondled breasts, and occasionally your face was too much! “K-Kazutora..are you sure we should do this right now? I have to—" The man ended your words with a small peck. "Don't worry, I'll try to make it quick. I just couldn't help it."

You hummed in confusion at his words, awaiting an answer. The innocent tilt of your head sent a throb to his cock. Even with your slightly disarrayed look, Kazutora thought you looked, 'So fucking sexy.'

His mind then wondered to prior events. The way those men dared to ogle and touch you, as if you were there for exhibition. As if you weren’t his.

Kazutora’s optics darkened, sending a chill down your spine. You couldn’t make out his thoughts, not a clue of what was going on in his head. At least until he hooked his index finger beneath the hem of your attire. The pause in his actions and the gaze at you—all a silent question of consent. Without any control over your body, your head moved in a tentative nod.

He used both sets of fingers to scrunch your dress just above your bust. You found yourself practically exposed. The floral, blackberry-colored set adorned your imminent nudity. Your gaze was shyly trained on your silver flats, one forearm pushed under your bra cups, and one shoved between the valley of your chest as it held up a curled finger to your lip. Unknowingly, the position of your arms accentuated your titties even more, making Kazutora’s mouth drop into an ‘O.’

A satisfied smirk spread across his face. Your boyfriend proceeded his earlier motions. He ripped your arms away for your body, a gasp slipping past your oily lips.

He pulled at the your left bra strap a few times. The gesture made your left tit jump up and down. Kazutora loved lightly teasing in the beginning, an opportunity to see the growing frustration on your pretty face. You only shut your eyes in response, disappointment and lingering sadness in your face. After a couple more times of him watching the movement, you whined pathetically. With a chortle, he said, “Fine, fine. I’ll stop.” He made it seem like you were the one who wanted it, but he wanted it bad.

As he pulled the bra to your dress’s level, he enjoyed the sight of the fat straining upwards, until they finally fell free—the kinetic reaction induced a mind-boggling turbulence for Kazutora. The revelation in cool air, made your nipples rise, and your boyfriend didn’t waste a second. You watched in real time as he promptly took your left nipple between his lips. You moaned in pleasure, the suction felt so good.

He brought his right hand to fumble with the sensitive part of your other tit. Kazutora latched so desperately, as if he was trying to discover a flow of milk. The consistent contact made you arch your back off the wall, left hand balled up in a fist as your right hand muffled the small cries bubbling up your throat. Every pull deepened the ache between your legs.

At some point it became entirely unbearable. So, greedily, you tightly rubbed your legs together, in need of a comforting amount of friction. “Getting needy? Let me fix that." You felt your legs being pried open, then a dull edge rubbed against the dampened spot of your panties. Had you not been stuck between, a rock hard man and a building, your body would've simply dropped. Gripping Kazutora's white shirt for support, your back arched in even further. "Ah-Ahhh..!" "There she is!" He grinned, rolling his joint around to gouge a reaction.

Yes, you were a woman of few words in the public eye. The Y/n most people knew was duteous and soft. Not exactly confrontational, taciturn of things going on in your personal life, and only ever reaching out to check on loved ones (except Kazutora, as you shared an apartment). Basically only ever acting when necessary. However, you were actually quite the opposite in private. You were a very vocal woman in bed. Thankfully, Kazutora was the only person to ever know this. You didn’t mind performing foreplay and experimenting new kinks. However, Kazutora was the one who’d usually introduce things of the sort

“Ah—ahh!” Kazutora felt his dick jump with every bounce and moan that came from you. He wanted so baldly to take you down right then and there, but he controlled himself, which even surprised him. Even though his hormones were running rapid, he was being considerate of you. The fact that you would still have to enter the building and wrap up the function, refrained him from fucking you too sloppy. The least he could do was let your appearance remain de—

“Tor..Ahh..! I-I’m so close! Ah, ah! ‘s so good~!” You squealed between moans. Almost every moral Kazutora considered flew straight out the window. Just as you were at your climax, in one swift motion you were bent over, face pressed to the wall, and knees locked. “H-Huh, why’d you do that?" You pouted dejectedly.

A harsh slap to your rear caused your body to jerk forward. "Ouch! That really hurt!" Kazutora ignored your complaints, falling into silence again. As you were using the wall to push yourself up, you felt a tug at the back waistband of your panties. The fabric advanced upward until it was buried into an uncomfortable place within your lips and cheeks. Endeavoring to catch up to the band, you arched your back as deep as you could, leaning on the tip of your toes, and a struggling expression on your face. Your hands clung to the wall for support, palms flat on either side of your head.

This made the globes of your ass and labia on full display. “I bet this is what those untrained scumbags were imagining doing to you.” Your boyfriend mindlessly blurted. “What-” A strike shot through the same area on your ass from earlier. Briefly, your knees unlocked. “Don’t move or speak unless I tell you to.” The tone was so demanding, it left no room for retaliation. You could feel the hairs stand up on the back of your neck.

Even worse, the limbs below you started to tremble from resting on the tip of your toes for too long. The lower part of your back had commenced a pain as well. The moment your heels met the ground and your back rested, the palm of a hand met the red print on your right cheek. You didn’t understand the sudden change in Kazutora’s demeanor. One minute you both were sensually making out, now he’s spanking you for no reason.

Pulling your panties out and aside, Kazutora brought his ring and middle finger to your sore pussy. Absent of any warning, two digits were shoved inside of you. The in and out notion fulfilled any desiring nerves you had. “Ah! Ah! Ah—Kaz-” Smack

He watched the skin of your right ass cheek vibrate upon impact. You flinched at the sting. “Didn’t I tell you not to speak?" He whispered into the shell of your ear, roughly groping your right tit. You slapped a hand over your mouth, sealing off any vocabulary other than “Uh” and “Ah.”

Your gummy walls molded into the shape of Kazutora’s fingers, sucking them back in whenever they retracted. “You liked it, didn't you? The way those men eye-fucked you. The way they were ready to strip you, and share you. I know you liked it." Was he trying to humiliate you? If so, it was working.

You uttered no coherent words, only mewls, harboring any retorts and your current shame. His words had a great affect on you—given your attachment, and it was a lot to take in. Did your “loving” boyfriend of 7 years actually view you as a slut with no sense of dignity? Was it your fault? Had you obliviously dishonored him so horribly that you deserved this? Are you really that weak?

His fingers curled upward, hitting your g-spot, and his thumb pressed down on your clit. In the same breathe, he sent a long, tight pinch to your nipple. “You want more right? Speak…Y/n!” Only cries came out as your legs failed you. Instantly, he supported your body as your knees buckled, causing his previous actions to halt.

The man gave you a moment to rest as he prepped. The right side of your face remained squished against the freshly painted exterior. Your lips parted as you panted for significant breaths of air. Behind you, Kazutora was in the process of whipping his dick out, white blouse pushed above his V-line

The tip was so red, veins protruded along the skin. Looking at it, he was surprised he was able to control himself for this long duration. Precum covered the entire upper half of his wide 8-incher. Kazutora’s body wasn’t exactly lanky, instead tough from fighting in his glory days. Nevertheless, when you first had sex, his size definitely shocked you. “Fuck.. Y/n this what you do to me..” Your lover muttered, using his free hand to send two pump to his length, a groan slipping past his lips.

You were still trying to recover and process your thoughts, so your dazed state prevented you from acknowledging anything he’d said or done. It was only when you felt that familiar tip at your entrance that you were brought back to Earth.

“W-wait not here- Ughnn, ah!” In one fell swoop, he stuffed every inch inside, balls deep. The wetness of your vagina allowed for easy, yet tight access.“Hgnn~” Your boyfriend groaned, a hand coming to grip your left boob. It stung so damn bad. Of course his fingers somewhat warmed you up, but it was a foreign replacement. Anytime you and Kazutora had sex, he’d try to take it slow, but right now he was impatient.

Your back was forcefully condensed into a dip. Due to his rushed penetration, your eyes were blown wide, tears edging at the corners. “You’ve..gotta l-loosen up..if you wanna feel good,” His broken dialogue was proof just tight you were. “H-hurts…” Your voice was so small he didn’t even even catch it in his pussy-whipped state. Smack

You yelped in pain. “Didn’t I tell you not to speak?" He reminded, receiving a whine from you. He sent a deep thrust inside you, hitting the deepest root of your cervix. You let out a broken moan. After that, he brought both hands to your hips, and started fucking you.

The pace was slow, giving you a nanosecond to adjust. Then the speed gradually increased, his thick head constantly brushing up against your core. It hurt so bad and felt good. But, for the most part, your vaginal opening was hurting because of how brash he was behaving. Yet, you kept your mouth shut and trusted the process. Additionally, trying to avoid him hitting the same bruise for speaking.

The squelching of your pussy was music so his ears. “Your so wet and tigh—ttt…so glad this is mine.” Kazutora groaned, sending another slap (this time to your left cheek) to watch the turbulence of your ass. You clenched harder, a result of the pain turning into pleasure.

His sac slapped against your cunt, countless strings of entangled, sticky, white fluids accompanied every pull and push. Your boyfriend’s head was thrown back in delight as bleached strands stuck to the sides of his temples. The requited colliding of your hips left you in a state no better than his.

“Ah! Ah, ah! nghhh..!” He was literally hollowing you. Your pupils were beginning to roll to the back of your head, drool descending from your tongue. “Ughh..keep throwing it like that! Wish you c-could see how vulgar you look…!”

“Miss L/n! We’re ready to end the event! Where are you?”

A feminine voiced called from a distance. Both you and Kazutora’s heads snapped left, but the person hadn’t come around the corner yet. “Ba-babe! What are we gonna do?"

It would be extremely bad for business if anyone from that house found your man buried balls deep inside you, tits hanging, and dress scrunched up near your neck.

Kazutora shushed you and emptied you of his cock, fumbling to sheathe it away in his black suited trousers. You did the same with your panties, bra and dress—well you tried. Much to your dismay, it took less effort to remove the clothing than to put it on. The damned one piece just would not fix itself over your hips! Noticing your struggle, Kazutora’s mouth animatedly dropped, his eyes white with a look a disdain.

You wore a worried expression. Before you could successfully get the clothing down, your legs were lifted off the ground. Kazutora hoisted you up bridal style with little struggle and took off running. “Where are we going!?" "To the truck!"

———

Once at the vehicle, you were both crammed into the passenger seat, barely covered bottom propped up on his lap. Kazutora took desperate breaths of air. Staring at the way he tiredly threw his head back against the seat, jaws flushed, and the bob of his adam’s apple after every gulp made you realize how hot he must’ve looked taking you from the from the back—and that you’d cause him trouble—again.

Frowning, “I’m sorry,” you chirped, staring at your lap. Perking up, he looked at you through the car mirror that he never let up before getting out. “For what?" You corrected your posture, head still hanging low. "I.." You trailed off, squeezing your eyes shut. There it is again. "I could…tell you were so mad earlier—at me!" Tears flooded your eyes. "I'm sorry ughh! I-I didn't like the way they were handling me..I was just so scared—I didn't know what to do! I'm sorry for being so defenseless!"

Kazutora stared at you fondly, processing every word that left your mouth. He felt so damn guilty. Pressuring and discouraging you on your big day was not his intentions. Today was supposed to be about you and he made it about him. You had no reason to grovel and snivel for forgiveness. That was the last thing he’d want his future wife doing.

You felt long limbs snake around your waist and pull you close. “No, don’t do that. Don’t say sorry.” Your lover started, turning your head to meet his gaze. “You’ve got no reason to beg and bow for anyone’s forgiveness, not even mine—especially not me. It’s my fault. I had no reason to take my frustration out on you. If anything I should’ve suckered those scrams the second they entered the door. Baby, you can do no wrong to me, so you’ll never have to atone for anything. I’m sorry if I made you feel weak or like an embarrassment. You’re nothing less than my woman—and my woman isn’t neither of those things. I love you, Y/n.”

You turned to straddle him, the narrow space putting pressure on your thick thighs. “I love you more, baby!” You wailed, wrapping your arms around his neck. Kazutora embraced you back, the crook of his neck holding your final wave of tears. You pulled away, offering a closed-eye smile to him, “Thank you, Kazutora-!” You jerked up at the feeling of a growing bump beneath your clothed cunt.

…

“Allow me to make it up to you?" He sheepishly smiled, tapping the fat of your ass. "Pervert!" "C'monnn! It'll only take three minutes..plus the windows are tinted, so we've got privacy!" You raised a brow. "Tora doesn't last just three minutes," You spat, crossing your arms over your chest.

"I wasn't talking about me," Your black garment slid up further, "I was talking about you." He smirked, licking his lips at the revelation of your bra. Big palms drew your honkers in wide circles, with no leverage you attempted to control the notion by placing your smaller ones over his, but they only went with the flow.

“Do you see the gifts of your body? Man, I love it, so mesmerizing…" "Pervert! J-just hurry!" You whined, peeking at him through one teary glossy. In a flash, your titties were set free from captivity, and your left teat was between Kazutora's lips. So fast!

"Ah! Not so hard—I can’t..Gah!..lactate!" You blubbered, tangling your hands into his gold and charcoal locks, eyes trained on his swirling tongue. “Anything is possible, Y/n.” You arched your back for what felt like the 20th time today. Heeding the pool of fluid across his crotch section, the tiger took it upon himself to insert his middle feeler. You mewled lesuirely, throwing your head back at the long awaited pleasure. “See how all it took was one finger for such a sound to leave your mouth, I like that neediness!” He grinned childishly at the way you clenched at the simple words.

00:40

Taking in your moans, “Oh? You like that, babe? Don't worry, I'll make you feel even better." Plunging his index finger into you, your body jerked forward. "S-stop doing things so suddenly, you—Ah, ah, ah!"

01:13

“What were you saying?�� The acceleration of his joints was fostering a knot deep in your belly. Every time he shoved them back in, their curve would pin point an extremely sweet spot internally. “N-no—If—Ah, uh-uh..mm! You…do…that, I’ll—Ah!”

1:45

“No! I f—eell it! If you keep doing that my pussy will…ughn!” Cackling at your faltering words, your boyfriend wished you had finished that sentence so he could poke fun at you later. “Don’t you remember “more” and “hurry”? A commander can’t go back her words…! ♡” He smirked, moving closer to your face. Deciding to wrap this things up, the pad of a thumb pressed down on your clitoris, provoking lustful sounds from you. Kazutora observed how the volume of your moans elevated, walls clenched firmer; but the way you flushed your bosom against him and chased for that mutual kiss were clear signs of- “Cumming! I’m cumming..!” You pulled at his white blazer, elbows tucked to your sides.

2:11

“Let me have it,” He whispered, eyes never leaving yours while capturing you in a french-kiss, and grasping your ass. Like a spell, the knot within you unraveled with a wail. Your body violently shook as you experienced the climax, cum soaking your panties that were never completely discarded, and Kazutora’s entire lap. The strain in his boxers was horribly painful, but the vibration you sent throughout his esophagus almost cured the problem underneath his pants.

“Oh no! My inner thigh is all sticky..I can’t go in there like this!” You exclaimed breathlessly, leaning back to look at yourself. With a sigh he ripped his blazer off, paying no regards to the broken buttons. You watched in confusion as he slipped the fabric off. “Don’t panic, I hate dressing up anyways.” The monotone of his voice made you giggle.

“Lift yourself up a bit, remove your underwear too.” Complying, you ridded the underwear to the floor. He tentatively wiped the mess off you. It only took a few seconds, once finished you began to fill the cups of your bra in again. He palmed your boob, “Leave the bra too.” The male said it with such seriousness you didn’t even bother to question it.

———

“How do I look?" You asked, standing outside the open truck door. Examining you from thigh to chest, a glint appeared in Kazutora's eye. "I'll tell you if you do the thing with your tits," He simpered, head propped upon the hand that was supported by his leg. You knew exactly what he meant.

Shyly, you pawed your chest, and moved them around slowly, rolling your areola between your index and middle fingers. The self pleasure induced a grunt from you, "Like this..? Am I—ngh..doing it right..?" "Wrong!" He lied, just buying time to feed into his lust.

“H-huh!? What is it then?” “Just kidding!” You huffed in annoyance. “Be serious! I actually have to look presentable walking in there!” You gritted, pinching your brows together. Wiping the drool from the side his mouth, he waved you off, “Sorry, sorry! I’m serious now! You look amazing, my love, go be great!” He smiled happily.

Nodding, you pivoted to walk off, “But before you go…” Turning back, “Hm?" "Could you please bend over really quick?" He begged clasping his hands together. "Why?!" He timidly palmed the boner emerging from his trousers. "Only a taste!" Exhaling, once again, you stride toward the single step that rimmed the truck, and hopped in front of Kazutora. Your upper half leaned over the black headboard. Tooting your ass up in front of him, you hooked a finger to reveal your soaking pussy, “Make it quick, okay, baby?" You assured, looking back at him. With dry and anticipating lips,“‘K-Kay,” Was the only thing he managed to say.

Spreading your cunt, he licked a long strip along your slit, instinctively causing you to push it up against him. Taking the opportunity, he shoved his tongue inside your hole, swirling the muscle around.

Slurping noises left his mouth, an effort to savor your addictive taste and scent. You futilely attempted to shove his head away. Any time you tried to wiggle your hips away from his face, he’d trail your cunt. “T-Tora..uh! You said a quick taste, get your head out of there! ughnnn..! No—uhh~! No more, plea—uh, uh—I feel it again! My vagina is going to… Agh~! Cumming! Cu-hnghh..!”

[wingo5]

Vet life~

From: dr.hunterfinn (TikTok)

[reiners-milkbiddies]

Got my 15 year old niece into Tokyo Revengers and now she’s fighting ME for MY fictional men 😫😂

[kkurisuac]

𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞

Pairing: Mitsuya Takashi x Fem Y/n

warning: kinda fluff, some angst, childhood friends to strangers to lovers

"I don't believe in love. Why is that a problem?", I asked, because I didn't understand why everyone was so upset about it.

"Because love is wonderful and you have to experience it. But if you don't believe love exists, you can't experience it!" Aki argued for her right.

"Aki-chan is right." Yuzuha agreed with Aki.

"I also agree with Aki-san." Hakkai also said.

"Takashi say you're with me." I looked at my best friend.

"I don't know. I've never felt love so I don't know whether to believe in it or not." Takashi replied which was totally justified.

"Love is like when you feel butterflies in your stomach, you get excited as soon as you see them, in your eyes they are perfect, you just think of them and then you feel happy, you want to see them, smell their scent, hear their voice laughing, see their smile." Aki outlined love.

"Oh, that's love. Then Aki is right, you really have to experience it." Takashi stood by Aki's side.

"Mitsuya as you said that maybe you have felt it too?" asked Aki excitedly.

"Maybe. Maybe there is a special person for me." Takashi said mysteriously. At this statement, we were all surprised and couldn't speak suddenly.

"Is there someone you haven't mentioned a word about? What Takashi?" I asked first.

"I don't have anyone, she's just special to me, but she doesn't know that." Takashi replied simply.

"Then tell her Mitsuya!" said Aki.

"Who's the girl Takashi?" I asked, since he never mentioned anything about her to me. But he just smiled at me and the others looked at each other knowingly as if they knew something.

"What now? What did I miss?" I looked at them all, but they just laughed at me.

"That should be a secret Y/n." Takashi said.

"Since when is it a secret if everyone knows but me?" I huffed, I think rightfully so.

"Don't worry Y/n-chan we don't know either." tried to reassure Yuzuha, but she was clearly lying.

I didn't question it further because I knew they wouldn't tell me. So it remains an eternal mystery to me who Takashi is in love with.

Me, Aki, Yuzuha, Hakkai and Takashi were always together. We did a lot of things together and had a lot of fun. Until I got a job offer overseas.

I was always working for the world to know me for once and I managed to do it. So leaving my friends behind I went to a completely new place without knowing anyone. It was a rough first few months, especially because before I left Takashi confessed his feelings. I couldn't accept them and I couldn't do anything about the fact that he loved me, because I never believed in love and so I couldn't reciprocate the feelings I didn't even know a little bit about. So I started my new life without the most important friend in my life.

So our friendship broke up and I didn't come back to Japan for years because no one was expecting me back. Even though they were very important to me, we couldn't keep in touch and I missed out on everything anyway. But now I'm back after seven years because it seemed like a good idea, but it's not. I don't want to meet anybody.

But I had to come back because I have a job here. It's the least I could do, because I could manage not to meet them, but I have to work with Aki and Hakaki. The ones who are most angry at me for leaving them behind. Okay, Hakkai is mostly mad at me for hurting Takashi. The only person who's indifferent to me is Yuzuha, so it's a bittersweet return.

"So I have to go to the design house alone? But I don't want to go alone!" I said to my manager who was busy.

"Y/n stop being a baby and go." he slammed the phone down on me.

"But-" I would have argued, but there was no one on the other end of the line. I was screwed.

I made my way to the place in agony, hoping to get hit by a car. I knew Aki and Hakkai would be there, but it was going to be embarrassing. I should never have taken this job.

I walked as slowly as I could, but still made it to the office quickly. I didn't go in straight away because I needed to build up the strength to face them after seven years. I don't want to see the dislike in their eyes, they are my dear friends.

I can do it, they are not strangers. "Hey." I greeted as soon as I entered and was afraid to look up, but I could feel everyone looking at me. But when I looked up, my eyes met Takashi's. What is he doing here? He was the only one we needed.

"Y/n-chan! You're more beautiful than in the pictures." Yuzuha hugged me and she was the only one who was at all happy to see me, but at least I only have to face three people who don't welcome me here.

"Thank you Yuzuha." I said awkwardly and I didn't know what to do with myself now, even though I didn't know until now.

"You've changed a lot Y/n." Takashi said, which really surprised me, because I thought he would be the only one who wouldn't talk to me. "This is not true. I am the same person I was. But you're all different." I looked at them, but I didn't look them in the eye. I meant what I said, because they really are completely different. I mean, the way they look is not the same as when I left them.

"This is really awkward, so let's get to work. Y/n sit here." Yuzuha said after getting tired of the tense atmosphere.

"Are these your drawings Takashi? These are just wonderful. I mean, it's not surprising, since you used to be talented. But I don't quite understand why we're looking at these now." I said when I saw Takashi's drawings. But everyone just looked at me with big blinks.

"Y/n-chan, you haven't seen these drawings?" asked Yuzuha in surprise.

"No? Should I have?" I asked back.

"So you didn't even know that Mitsuya is the designer of the clothes and you have to work with him?" continued Yuzuha. This can't be true! How could I work with someone for weeks who I rejected years ago and then left behind?

"No… Takashi I'm going to wear your clothes? So that's why you're here?" it occurred to me, what was he doing here

"I bet you didn't read the contract properly." Yuzuha sighed, knowing what I was like. I really could have been hit by a car.

"Maybe I just read it sloppily." I was ashamed, and the others laughed at me. Except for Aki, who didn't even twitch a muscle.

"You're right, you haven't changed a thing." Takashi said.

"Y/n then I would take off your sizes." Takashi said and pushed the others out.

It was very embarrassing to be alone with him, and it made me feel even more embarrassed to have to stand in front of him in my underwear. But I'm a model, so that shouldn't be a problem for me. It wouldn't be if it wasn't Takashi.

"And what's it like to return to Japan after seven years?" asked Takashi, to relieve some tension.

"It's honestly wonderful. I've always loved living here and none of the countries compare to Japan, even though I've been to so many places." I replied happily, because it was the first time someone had asked me about it and I always felt comfortable around Takashi by default.

"Which was your favourite? Although I bet it was Italy." he looked at me, but I couldn't keep eye contact because it was a bit awkward.

"You continue to know me well. I loved every minute of it when I was there. I'm sure you would have loved it too. Although you may have been there before, you're actually a famous fashion designer that only I didn't know about." I immersed myself in the conversation. Takashi always knew how to relax me when I was tense.

"Yes, I've been there with Aki. And it was really amazing." he smiled at me. "We're done." he added.

At least Takashi isn't as mad at me, I mean not as mad as I thought he would be. I thought he wouldn't even look at me. That's a relief, I hope the others will be able to forgive me because we'll be working together for the next six weeks.

"Can I walk you home, Y/n?" asked Hakkai after I got out of the office. I was quite surprised, because I hadn't expected this at all. It was difficult to talk to Hakkai anyway, because he was always too embarrassed, but I got better at talking to him as time went by, but seven years have passed since then.

"If I don't bother you, I will.", I said, afraid of what he would say, because he was always an important friend of mine.

"I missed you so much Y/n-chan." Hakkai said sincerely and I was incredibly happy.

"Don't you hate me?" I asked, surprised.

"No, I was just a little mad at you, but not like Aki-chan." she said. I was really worried for nothing.

"Aki is really mad at me after all this time, even though she would have done the same thing if she were me." I said my opinion which Hakkai agreed with. She was my best friend and I put her through joining our little group of friends. However, for some reason, she didn't take it too well that I had received an overseas offer. We have not been friends since.

"Aki-chan has changed a lot since you left. She's become very jealous since then and has completely abandoned that hopeless love-girl self." Hakkai described Aki, and I was surprised, because Aki was famous for being selfless and childish.

"But why? What happened?", I asked, because I couldn't understand the reason, my ex-best friend couldn't have changed so much for that.

"You and Aki were best friends, you supported her and she tried to live up to you." Hakkai said, and I just listened in confusion. I'm inattentive, but not that inattentive. "And she was always very jealous of you because you got a job in America because of your many years of success here, and she was very upset by that. But this is mostly about Taka-chan." Hakkai told me, and I listened in surprise, because I knew nothing about it. But what does Takashi have to do with it? Sure, Takashi is her friend too, but I didn't hurt him enough to make Aki hate me.

"Takashi? What does he have to do with this?" I asked, increasingly confused.

"Taka-chan loved you first, not Aki-chan." Hakkai said simply, as if I was supposed to understand.

"Because Takashi loves Aki?" asked I, still not understanding what was going on. Okay, maybe I am being too careless after all.

"Aki-chan and Taka-chan are engaged. Don't you know anything?" he asked indignantly that I didn't know that either. That's quite a plot twist.

"How was I supposed to know? But honestly!" I said nervously that he holds me to account, even though he wasn't talking to me.

"Okay, you're right. Then let's start with the fact that you rejected Taka-chan, he was very down, and Aki happened to be right next to him. That's how their relationship started and then they got engaged a month ago." he told me succinctly. That sounds pretty sneaky. Was Aki always like that?

So Takashi and Aki. Interesting couple. How long have they been so close, anyway? Since when does Aki like Takashi? Why is Takashi getting over me so quickly? Aki has always hated me?

The next day, I started the day at Takashi's office to discuss the details of the fundraiser. Takashi always had such a good heart and helped others, I always admired that about him.

After talking to Hakkai a lot last night, I felt much more relaxed between them than I had yesterday afternoon. Although that might be due to the fact that Aki hadn't shown up yet. I would be happy if she would talk to me and we could talk, but I guess that's not going to happen.

As Hakkai told me a few things about the past few years, I realized that I never really knew Aki. Hakkai said things I never knew, even though I was there. For example, that Aki has long been in love with Takashi and was jealous of me for 'taking' her place. I never noticed, because she never did anything to make me notice. But it bothers me that I was so blind and that while I saw her as my best friend, she saw me as the enemy.

However, I can't do anything with this information because I'm leaving again in six weeks. Besides, I have no right to care about Aki and Takashi's relationship, because I'm leaving and they're getting married. But the thought still bothers me. I mean Japan is my home and I haven't been home for a long time, it's bad to think about leaving again.

"I've also been set up with quite a few model guys or actors that I met around that time." I said, after Hakkai had also told me that the last time it had appeared on the internet that he was with another model girl. But it's clear that's not the case, because Hakkai continues to freeze in the presence of strange girls. I remember how long it took him to get to talk to me.

"I saw the latest news where you're at a party and you're going out with another model. Taka-chan was already panicking that you picked someone up there Ame-" Hakkai interrupted after Yuzuha nudged his shoulder. "I mean the news was true?" he corrected himself.

"No. I had a few photo shoots with him, we used to talk at some events, but that's about it. He has a girlfriend anyway." I replied, but sensed something was wrong.

"Well, I didn't expect anything else from you Y/n-chan." Hakkai said happily. "But I guess there was someone else in the picture you might have dated." Hakkai continued. How did we get to my non-existent love life?

"You know me like that?" I asked seriously, but I wanted to end the subject as soon as possible.

"So you still don't believe in love?" continued Hakkai.

"No, because I haven't really felt it yet. But I didn't take it like seven years ago. So I want to experience it now and say I believe in it." I replied honestly, but even surprised myself with that answer. There must be something in that Japanese air.

"Now that we have discussed Y/n's exciting life, we can get back to work. Taka, let's go over the plans again." Aki said, turning to her fiancé, who had arrived in the meantime.

I preferred to keep silent and said nothing, not wanting to upset Aki any more than I already had. Although I have no idea what to think about her because she was my best friend, but now she is a completely different person. Or maybe she's always been like that, I just didn't see it, which scares me a little.

"Takashi would you start with me? Because after this I have an important call I can't miss." I said to the boy after my manager texted me that I had a call to attend.

"Sure, come Y/n." Takashi agreed and helped me get dressed.

All the dresses were gorgeous that were made for the benefit, although I didn't expect anything else from Takashi, as his talent is undeniable, it has been in the past.

"Another job opportunity?" asked Takashi as he adjusted the dress for me.

"Yes. I've been waiting at least six months for this call. If they want me, I can work in Italy for a year and that would be heaven for me." I said excitedly.

"So you're going to live in Italy after this?" asked Takashi, who is aware of my dream to live in Italy.

"If all goes well, yes. My dream would come true and my work wouldn't be in vain."

"I'm sure you'll get the job, and if you don't they'll lose because you're a prize for everyone. Your future husband will be lucky to have you." he said looking at me in the mirror. I saw the bitter smile on his face and for some reason it made me sad to see Takashi like that.

"I wouldn't be so sure about that, but we'll see. A few hours and we'll find out if I'm going to Italy from here or back to America." I said, a little confused. I don't know what's gotten into me, but I need to get a grip.

"Isn't there an option for you to stay here?" he asked kindly. Was Takashi always this soft with me?

"I've been thinking about moving back home. But you know it's always been a dream of mine to be an international model and finally make it happen. I don't want to give that up just yet. When I have a family I'll move home, but until I have someone to stay for I won't." I explained my choice.

"I didn't say give up, I just said come home." Takashi said. "If six years ago when I confessed my feelings and you felt the same way I did, would you have stayed?" he asked as he looked me in the eye. His question surprised me so much that I suddenly couldn't answer. I don't even know what the right answer is. Why is it so important?

"I don't know… If you had asked me to, maybe, but I have no idea. I never thought about it." I said, confused. I'm not prepared for such questions.

"But I was never an option for you, was I?" he smiled bitterly and my heart ached to see it. I never wanted to hurt Takashi, especially not this much.

"Takashi-" I would have said something, but I couldn't think of anything to say in response.

"We're done." he said and let me go.

Does Takashi still love me? No, that's impossible, Aki is his fiancée. Yet the very thought makes me happy.

The show is in two weeks and everything is pretty much ready. The last few weeks have been great with the others and I already miss them when I think I have to leave soon. But instead I'm enjoying the time I have left.

I thought about spending the day with the others as I have been, but none of them are free. Hakkai has a photo shoot, which Yuzuha of course accompanied him to. And I don't want to be alone with Takashi. Firstly because of Aki, although she's out of town at the moment, I sometimes feel that she's following my every move with Takashi. And on the other hand, I feel like the more I'm around him, the more I hurt him. And it really hurts to see Takashi sad. Besides, I can't really concentrate on the conversations because I'm lost in his beautiful face. And it really bothers me that I can't be near him like I used to. I miss every minute we used to spend together and sometimes I wish he was just my friend and no one would bother me when we were talking. I almost regret I was the person who ever introduced him to Aki. It may be selfish of me to want Takashi for myself, but he was mine.

I thought I'd take advantage of the time alone and go shopping. I hadn't spent time alone in a long time and I'd walk around places I hadn't been in a long time.

It's incredibly nice to be home and I'll find it hard to leave the place again. Japan is my home after all, along with the people I grew up with.

"Y/n? Is that Y/n?" I heard my name and looked around and saw familiar faces.

"Baji! It's been a long time." I greeted the boy.

"Mitsuya said you were home, it sounded pretty unbelievable." he said, surprised.

"Right? I can hardly believe I'm here myself." I said happily. I didn't think he would recognize me after all this time. I used to be friends with them as a friend of Takashi's, but we never spent enough time together to become close friends.

"Baji how long do I have to wait for you?" asked Takashi not seeing Baji talking to me.

"Oh, Takashi." I said happily as soon as I saw Takashi.

"Y/n?! What are you doing here?" he asked as soon as he looked at me.

"I came to go shopping." I replied, perhaps too cheerfully. "But I won't bother you anymore. It was good to see you Baji. Takashi, I'll see you later." I tried to hurry away, because I felt that if I stayed any longer I would be staring at Takashi again.

"Wait Y/n! Would you like to eat with us? We're on our way there, if you're up for it, we'd love to see you." Baji said kindly.

"Yes! That would be great." I said as if I had been waiting for this. I was going to spend the day with Takashi after all. Not that I mind, in fact I'm glad.

"When you graduate, you're welcome to come to America." I said to Baji. "Although I might move back home before you graduate." I added, but only Takashi laughed at my joke.

"Hey! I can't help it that veterinary school is so hard!" defended Baji himself at once.

"Sure, Baji, we believe you." Takashi also replied. We had fun watching Baji try to prove that it wasn't his fault that he was still studying, but he failed, and in the meantime Chifuyu sent him a message that there was an emergency in the shop, so he had to rush off.

"Say hello to Kazutora and Chifuyu too!" said Baiji before he left. And then there was an awkward silence. Suddenly I felt very embarrassed in Takashi's company, but nothing occurred to me to start a conversation.

"Do you need a ride home?" Takashi asked. Oh, I guess he doesn't want to spend time with me. Not that I wanted to, but it hurt a little.

"No thanks. I want to walk around the old neighborhood where we used to live." I said and got ready to leave.

"Thanks, I had a good time." I said and quickly left, not wanting to disturb him. I guess our friendship that we had really is gone.

"Can I come with you?" Takashi stopped me and I was very surprised, but I couldn't deny that he made me happy.

"If you like." I replied and we started our walk together. Maybe I was wrong and he would still like to spend time with me. I really hope that's the truth because it makes me very happy.

Takashi and I walked around the old neighborhood and talked reminiscing. Back then everything was so calm and I never had to worry about what Takashi thought of me and that maybe I should stay away from him. We used to be almost inseparable and I wish that was true now. I don't want to have Aki standing between us all the time, the one who keeps me from talking to Takashi, the most important person in my life.

"I really miss the days when I'd come over to your house after school and we'd talk till late." I said my thoughts.

"Me too, but I miss you the most." he said, and suddenly I couldn't even answer. "I mean our friendship." he corrected himself in confusion. So not only do I miss him, but he misses me too. It couldn't have been a nicer thing to happen today.

"Takashi you know-" I wanted to tell him my thoughts but I was interrupted.

"Hi! Sorry to bother you, but you look beautiful, can I have your number?" a stranger asked and I just blinked wide in surprise.

"Sorry, no." I replied and turned back towards Takashi to continue the conversation.

"It'll just be a few minutes. I can't leave you with this, you're too beautiful for that." The boy continued, not wanting to realize it was time to go.

"Still no." I replied, but the guy was trying so hard he grabbed my hand.

"Dude understand he doesn't want anything from you." Takashi said quite angrily. I could feel him getting more and more tense around me, but I guess he could take it so far.

"I'm not talking to you." he said dismissively, still holding my hand, which I couldn't pull away from him.

"And he's not talking to you. Let her go now." Takashi said threateningly, but the guy felt very brave and hit Takashi. In shock I just watched as Takashi hit him back and the kid fell to the ground, which would have been fine if there hadn't been more of them.

"Takashi let's get out of here" I took the boy by the hand and we started running with five other people following us. Why do people like him have to find me now? Even Takashi is húrt becuse of me for being too pretty.

We ran all the way to a small alley and shook those idiots off.

"You know, I was in a gang. I was gonna take care of them." Takashi said while still hugging me for the small space.

"I know, but I didn't want you to get hurt any worse than that. Look what happened to your face anyway." I said looking at his wound.

"It's no big deal, as long as you're okay." he smiled sweetly.

"I'm sorry. I only attract trouble." I said regretfully.

"Then maybe I should be around you all the time to bail you out." he said jokingly.

"You'd just be holding me back. Look, I'm the reason we got saved this time." I said, looking him in the eye. Were his eyes always that beautiful?

"And you got us into this because you're too beautiful." He said and I blushed slightly at his praise, though it didn't change much because I was already red enough from his closeness.

"Takashi." I said his name as I leaned closer to him. This isn't right, and I still want to kiss him.

"Y/n?" he pronounced my name so nicely that I said the first thing that came to mind.

"I love you." I said and kissed my childhood best friend who was engaged to be married. I'm a terrible person. Yet I enjoy it and I never want this moment to end.

"We mustn't!" I said as soon as we parted and got out of the situation as fast as I could.

What an idiot I am! How could I say I loved him and kissed him? I mean he didn't disagree either, but it was still wrong. I shouldn't be feeling this way about Takashi at all, yet I can't wipe the smile off my face. I really am in love with Takashi. I don't know how long, but this is the worst possible timing, because I don't stand a chance.

I didn't sleep all night and I didn't go to work, pretending to be sick. I can't face Takashi like this, let alone the others. It's a good thing Aki isn't here, because just the thought makes me ashamed. She may not be able to stand me and wish me to turn up, but I'm not her. I'm ashamed to feel this way about a friend's fiancé and kiss him to boot. But I don't regret doing it. I really am a horrible person! I just left Takashi after what I said.

I have no idea what I should say to him after that. I mean, I couldn't deny it anymore, but I'd never ask him to leave Aki. I can't stand between two people who love each other. But I feel like I can't clear things up until I talk to Takashi, and that'll be painful. I'm not going to hurt him now, I'm going to hurt myself, because I don't want to reject him again, but I can't give him a home here. We live too different lives and I doubt I can make Takashi happy at the moment.

With so many thoughts in my head, I couldn't sleep, so I left for Takashi's at 2am and just hoped that Aki wasn't home yet.

I stood in front of the door for a few minutes because I was afraid of what would happen if I rang the doorbell. I finally did with great difficulty, but my adrenaline was pumping.

"Y/n? Everything okay?" Takashi asked as soon as he saw me on the other side of the door.

"Can I come in?" I asked, trying to see if Aki was there or not.

"Come in, I'm alone." he said as if he knew what I was thinking.

I sat down on the couch and as my adrenaline levels dropped so did my courage, so we just sat in silence for a while.

"Takashi I'm sorry." I suddenly stated and wanted to continue but no words came out.

"You don't have to be sorry. You didn't do anything that should make you feel that way." Takashi said kindly.

"Of course not! You have a fiancée! Who is a friend of mine!' Besides, I said something that didn't mean anything!" I blurted out.

"Why shouldn't it matter? It meant a lot to me, Y/n." Takashi said, and as much as those words make me feel good, they don't ease my guilt.

"No! It can't mean much to you or me because you have a fiancée! Takashi it was in vain what we did and what I said. Forget it." I said and wanted to end it all, but Takashi didn't think so when he stopped me.

"Forget it? Y/n do you know how much that one kiss and three word meant to me? I don't know how long I've been waiting for this and you're asking me to forget it?" Takashi snapped and now he was the first time to yell at me.

"We're not teenagers anymore who can just do that. You're about to start your future with Aki, and I'm leaving! Do you think such a flare-up is worth anything?" I asked angrily.

"A flare-up? Is that all it would be to you? Y/n you mean everything to me! I've waited all my life for you and for you to love me back! I would give up anything for you!" he looked me in the eyes and I saw that everything he said was true. "I don't love Aki I never did, if I have to this minute I'll break the engagement."

"I can't do that Takashi. I'm sorry." I turned my back on him and left.

"I love you Y/n!" he said before I walked out the door. Don't do it Takashi, please don't.

I made it all the way to the elevator, but there I broke out in a crying fit. I love Takashi, maybe I always have, but I couldn't make him happy. His home is here, and mine doesn't exist. I couldn't give him the home he deserves. And the guilt won't let me rest. I've never felt such pain in my life. I don't want to leave Takashi, but I must do it now rather than do more harm than I can, because I'm only here temporarily. I've already done more than I should have.

Tomorrow is the show and everything is ready. I am excited to be on the runway in Takashi's clothes, they are all amazing.

I got the job in Italy which I am incredibly grateful for and I can't believe I am realizing my childhood dream of living and modeling there. Hakkai and Yuzuha were happy with me when I told them. Takashi was also happy for me, but I could see that he couldn't be as happy as Hakkai, for example, and it made me sad, although what did I expect. And Aki didn't even congratulate me, but I wasn't surprised or moved, because she had treated me so badly in the last few weeks that I didn't even recognize her. And I learned many things about her from Yuzuha that gave me a clear picture of her. Now I understand why people don't like Aki and tolerate her just because of Takashi. But I don't know why Takashi tolerates her if he doesn't like her.

Aki hates me and doesn't deserve Takashi, I'm jealous of her, but I still let her through because she can give Takashi what he deserves more, which is a home. I don't have a home, not even to give to someone else.

With Takashi I tried to behave the same way as before, but it was difficult, especially during the dress rehearsals. He, on the other hand, was a bit ignorant that we almost didn't speak since then, which must have been noticed by everyone, but no one said a word.

"Y/n-chan what time does your flight leave tomorrow?" asked Hakkai as we took a break.

"Eight o'clock at night. So I'll run straight to the airport from here." I outlined my plans for tomorrow night.

"Can't you stay another day?" asked Hakkai sadly.

"I'm afraid not. I've got a meeting the next day that I can barely make because of the time difference." I replied.

"But Taka-chan will be sad too ami-" Hakkai would have said if Yuzuha hadn't nudged her shoulder again. "I mean we'll all be sad." Oh, how sad I'm going to be.

"We'll keep in touch for now. And I'll come home when I can." I smiled at them. "Maybe-" I would have said, but I heard Akit yelling and we started eavesdropping.

"I'm sick of you thinking about Y/n all the time! Listen to me for a second, I'm your fiancée!" I heard Aki's voice who was arguing a lot with Takashi. Hakkai and Yuzuha looked at each other, but neither of us understood exactly what was happening.

"Should I stop? Me stop it Taka? Is your dear Y/n sitting outside and not listening to what we are discussing? Because what if she does? What if she finds out that you still love her the same after all these years? Nothing will happen, because she doesn't love you, she never did. You can tell her your feelings again, but it will go away like it did seven years ago!" continued Aki. Oh, Aki is a bit wrong, but it's positive that she doesn't suspect anything.

"Aki! Really stop this now! Why are you bringing this up now? How did Y/n even come up?" Takashi also raised his voice.

"Of course, you don't want to talk about it now! Maybe you forgot that I was with you when she broke your heart! And who knows what Y/n was doing in America until then. Or rather with whom-" Aki would have continued my insult, but Takashi wouldn't let him.

"You can't talk about Y/n like that! She has never done anything to give you the right to talk about her like that!" said Takashi in a serious tone and I was happy that he defended me like that.

"She never did anything? She took everything from me! She became an international model which was my dream! Our friends are the same and she didn't show up for seven years, but she shows up now and they're more with her than with me! And besides, all you did was take one look at her and you're addicted to her again! Yet she did nothing. Of course, she's the innocent little Y/n." Aki said more and more aggressively. I can't help being better than her.

"I can't help it that she's lovable unlike you!" said Takashi as Aki's words trailed off.

"Tomorrow she's leaving again, leave you here without thinking. And then order will be restored here, so let's forget this conversation." Aki said, still angry. I really can only do harm.

"Fine, let's forget it. But I'm going to hold you for good. Here, be happy." Takashi said and if the others thought it right he gave the ring back to Aki. We didn't hear anything else, we only saw Aki crying as she stormed off. Takashi is single now, no one to hurt. But after the way I hurt Takashi, I have no right to say anything. And Aki is right that they are staying and I am leaving.

"We finally got rid of that girl!" said Yuzuha happily.

"Taka-chan! You've done well!" said Hakkai happily.

"You guys aren't sorry? She's your friend." I asked, not that I was that sorry, but still she was one of the reasons why I hurt Takashi.

"No. She's been trying to act like you for years, but she's been really bad and annoying." Yuzuha reasoned, to which I nodded in agreement.

"However, it's one less model. We won't find one until tomorrow." Takashi reminded us.

"I'll take Aki's part too." I offered.

"That won't work. You won't have enough time." Takashi said right away.

"Come on. Do you think they only invited me to America to model because I'm beautiful?" asked I smiling as they thought about it and realised I was right.

Takashi adjusted the clothes for me and we were fully ready for tomorrow night.

"Takashi.. thank you for not letting Aki insult me." I smiled at the boy.

"You have nothing to thank me for. You know I still love you, so I would never let anyone hurt you." He replied with a smile. I don't want to leave Takashi, I don't want to live without him again.

I'm incredibly excited for tonight. This whole charity night was Takashi's idea and it was his idea for me to be here, so it should be a good night.

"Y/n-chan! Are you listening?" asked Hakkai when he noticed I wasn't paying attention.

"No, I was watching Takashi." I said honestly.

"You've been thinking about him all day, pay some attention to me." Hakkai tried, but he couldn't. I couldn't take my eyes off Takashi who was wearing a suit. It was just a beautiful sight.

I tried my best not to think about Takashi on the runway and it was difficult but I succeeded. I concentrated hard not to mess anything up and I did it. Although I'm really not a professional model who is moving to Italy for nothing.

I'm moving to Italy… Then I won't get to see Takashi every day. But I can't stand that, I need my daily Takashi. I won't be able to hear his voice or smell his scent. But I can't, because I'll be happy. What should I do now? I can't cancel my trip, it's my dream. But I can't leave Takashi, because I don't want to. Damn it, I just realized how much I love him.

After Takashi thanked everyone for coming, I hurried to change. I asked Hakkai, Yuzuha and Takashi to walk me to the airport, because I thought it would give me more time to think about what I should do.

"Call me when you can." Hakkai said, touched.

"Don't forget us." Yuzuha hugged me.

"Make your dream come true Y/n." Takashi smiled kindly at me.

"Wait a minute! I can't do this." I said in total panic. All three of them looked at me confused, not understanding what was wrong with me.

"Takashi I love you! I'm sorry for all the words I said to you. Maybe I really can't make you happy, but let me try. So come with me!" I said, looking him straight in the eye. Takashi looked at me in complete surprise, he was getting more and more confused.

"Remember when you asked me what I would have done if I had returned your feelings seven years ago? I would have stayed. But now I'm asking you to come with me and live my dream with me. It may be a selfish request, but please Takashi," I said with all my thoughts.

"Is that really what you want Y/n?" asked Takashi doubting me.

"I want this more than anything! Because I love you Takashi!" I said happily.

"Fine. I'll go with you."

[kazusrightmole]

DOES ANYONE KNOW THAT ONE SHOT ABT TIMESKIP KAZUTORA where like,, reader comes home after work and starts ranting to timeskip kazutora abt their work while kazutora listens before he suddenly brings up that they should break up bc of him not being in a stable mental state and thinks reader deserves sm more than him???? WITH READER BEING DISTRAUGHT ABT THAT DEEP DOWN BUT RESPECTED KAZUTORA’S WISHES AND LIKE,,, THEY END THE DAY BY EATING THEIR TAKEOUT FOR THE LAST TIME BEFORE THEY SEPARATED FOR REALSIESS?????? IT KIND OF ENDED IN A BITTERSWEET ENDING💔💔💔

i desperately need to know the oneshot😿😿 I CANY FIND IT SO PLS SEND THE LINK!!! (the oneshots here on tumblr btw!!)

[intheafterall]

My babies. Love this timeline version.

If you want to see the spicy noodles I'll leave the pixiv link. Or I can DM if you're over 18.

[strawberryfairi]

Imagine Sweetheart Yamagishi....

He's had the biggest crush on you since he was back in high school.

He remembers your hair in that cute high puff ponytail with your edges sleeked to perfection every Monday, then as the week goes on your hairstyles change each day.

He remembers your dark brown eyes, and how they always sparkled when you'd see him. You'd always wave and leave your group of girl friends just to go and talk to him. His heart would pound out of his chest every time.

His glasses used to nearly fog up from how hot his face would get, his cheeks up to his ears the deepest red, and you'd giggle lightly to yourself every time you'd see him like that.

There's no way you didn't know, right? The intense effect you have on him that makes him feel like he's having a straight up heart attack.

Today, about seven years later he realizes it's never actually gone away.

There you are, just some feet in front of him at the mall, walking out of the store you just shopped in, three bags in your hand (two in one and one in the other).

Even though it's nearly January his body feels almost one hundred and twenty degrees.

You're even more beautiful now than before. The first thing he notices is you no longer have glasses, and your hair is so much bigger now, it must have grown a lot over all this time.

Should he say something? What would he even say? Do you even remember him?!

Before he even gets a chance to think things through, somehow you spot him, your brows furrowing as you silently connect the dots. He's frozen in place, people walk around him as he stands there with wide eyes.

"Yamagishi?" You say as you approach him, your voice soft and curious.

"M-mhm, yeah!" He stammers shyly.

"Oh my gooooosh! It's been so long; I haven't seen you since high school graduation! How are you?!" You beam, instantly setting your bags down and wrapping your arms around him for a hug. He prays you don't feel the way his heart is slamming against his chest as he hesitantly hugs you back.

"I'm doing good. How-how are you?"

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It's been three years now since the two of you reunited, and you're finally getting married.

A beautiful white gown in a mermaid style that accentuates your curves so well, and a crown made of white roses adorns your head, resting elegantly on top of your updo hairstyle.

He's freaking out, like freaking out as the double doors open revealing your beautiful face. The whole room is so hot now, and his eyes are welling up with tears.

You hold a pretty bouquet of flowers in your hands, walking slowly down the aisle with a bright smile, your own eyes threatening to spill tears. You keep it together though, as your makeup was way too beautiful and expensive to wash it away this early.

There's so many people here, all staring in awe and admiration as you join your soon to be husband at the front of the church.

You're so glad to have ran into him again that day.

[zooofgod]

The Tokyo Revengers ending was mid so I decided to gave it the Haikyuu!! treatment, where I just edit random panels to make it better funnier.

[strawbxrryanime]

Every Timeskip/Version of Baji Keisuke SHOWCASE

LMK IF I MISSED ANYTHING, and keep in mind these might be used for some writing ^^

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TOKYO MANJI BAJI

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VALHALLA BAJI

MOEBIUS BAJI

2004 BAJI

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