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Bucketlist.☁︎ -Haitani Rindou.

summary: Y/n L/n is ugly girl, her fiance cheated on her and the woman he cheated with calling her an old hag with ugly face.

She was so hurt it happened as well as her femininity.

When his fiance cheated on her at night, she went to a bar and got drunk all night.

That night, Y/n was so down, then she saw Rindou Haitani the handsome and rudely jellyfish who shamelessly kissed her in front many people.

"Your mine tonight, agapimenos."

-Rindou

warning: 18+ do not interact minor, cursing, semi-public sex, vaginal finger, voyeurism, explicit sexual content, detailed smut, mention of masturbation, virginity loss, cheating.

pairing: haitani rindou, femreader(!)

a/n: english is not my first language expect typographical and grammatical error.

Prologue

Y/n shook his head violently while driving to no destination. His mind was full of Kurokawa Izana, his fiance who he caught having sex with another woman, cheating on her.

When else did it fool him? Has it been a long time? Then she found out this morning that she was confused and a man added to their cafeteria who rudely kissed her on the lips in front of many people.

She could still remember the feeling of his lips against her. That man was a good kisser. She will bet her life on it. It was just a simple kiss that made her body heat up, and she couldn't stop it from coming out of her mouth when it put him tongue inside her mouth.

When i walked to the bar and immediately ordered a bottle of tequila and planned to get wasted because Izana cheated on her.

"Even when men are really cheaters, they should be cut off there cock." I said, while drinking tequila.

She was about to finish a bottle of tequila. She was surprised and her eyes widened when the man who had kissed her earlier spoke.

"Huh? "Planning to get wasted?" That tone voice was very familiar to her. Suddenly, her eyes widened because this is the man who had kissed her in the cafeteria.

"You!" She would have slapped the man, but because she was drunk, she just smiled at him and suddenly he introduced himself.

"Hi, My name is Rindou Haitani,Half Japanese Half Spanish, I have old brother named Ran Haitani, I'm 27 years old, How about you Miss?" I rolled my eyes and I ignored him.

"Hey Miss can you be my friend?" He asked me but i ignored him again.

"Why are you talking to me, don't you guys don't like ugly, look at me im ugliest girl, I'm just going to get married but I was deceived because I always wearing strawberry clothes every night." Rindou replied he caressed my face at the same time says the language I don't understand.

"No eres fea, para mi eres la mujer mas hermosa que he visto, You are not ugly, for me you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen." I laughed because I didn't know what he say.

"Tangina, Motherfucker." He laughed on me.

"I know what are you saying, I have friend on Philippines i know Tangina, is cursing word in the Philippines." He asked me again what's my name phone number.

"Tch!Your so annoying, I'm Y/n L/n i have fiànce but created on me he said i'm ugly, 26 years old." I spoke angrily to him, He called the waiter and also ordered two bottles of tequila, While I was dizzy for a while I didn't even know what was happening to me until what shouldn't have happened happened to Rindou and me.

"Oh God.." I moaned.

"Woah, Miss Y/n why are you moaning?" He asked me but i didn't know what his saying.

"Huh?Come on Mr. Good kisser." He giggles.

"Are you sure?" I nodded.

Suddenly he leaned me against the wall and put my thigh on his thigh, At the same time he kissed me. to warm my body, As he kisses me on the chest, neck and lips I momentarily forgot the deception Izana did to me, As I hugged Rindou's handsome body my body heats up even more as if I want to enter Rindou's cock in my pussi that even Izana wouldn't do it yet.

"Ah! Shit Rin~" I called him when i softly moaning.

"Can ask you, this is good for you?" I smile kisser him.

I didn't realize that were in the hotel, while were in the elevator he kissed me again he spread my thigh a little while parting my panties he played with my jewel which caused my body to heat up again, I hugged him and I was so horny when we entered the room where were staying, Rindou asked me if it was okay that on that first night I would experience what I had never experienced in my life.

Rindou immediately took off her top dress as if she was very eager to claim Y/n that night.

"So, Beautiful." I laughed because we're both drunk. Rindou raked hot a hungry stare over her naked body.

"Your mine tonight, Miss Y/n." She nodded, desiring consuming her.

"I'm yours Rindou." He giggles. "Say it, with softly voice."

"Yes, Rindou I'm truly yours, Oh shit ~" Rindou's breathing ragged as he cupped her face and careless her face against her.

"Good" It claimed her lips relentlessly it was kissing that you thought was so eager, As it kissed and imitated her and sat on the side, it knelt before her as if she is god.

"Rin—"

"Shh ..." He silenced her as his lips touch the valley of her breast.

Y/n was swallowed while her body was on fire due to Rindou's damping kisses, and when the kiss reached her stomach, it immediately subsided.

She could do nothing but open her thigh to give and play with her pussy which needed attention from Rindou. Rindou licked her clitoris and Y/n moaned.

Y/n looked at Rindou as if he was enjoying what he was doing. There was a man kneeling in front of her as he made her happy, Her confidence.

She forgot the hurtful things his fiance and his friend Micah.

Y/n was able to understand what Rindou was doing to him.

Her foot rises to the floor every time Rindou's tongue passes through her pussy. And when she couldn't take it anymore, her body dropped down to the bed and she screaming as her orgasms ripped through her body.

Rindou nipped and sucked her nipples making her wet again.

"Oh! Ngh! Rin .." I moaned louder and louder because while Rindou was sucking my nipples, he fingered me which made my moaning even more intense.

Rindou started kissing her forehead that's why y/n blushed.

"You're beautiful." He whispered.

"You're not ugly, okay?" His voice sounded husky, sexy and soft.

"You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. Yes you are strawberry ugly but that makes you beautiful in my eyes." She was flattered and happy.

"Now, wrapped your legs around me." He whispered to me again.

"And be ready for my thrust." He immediately inserted his big cock in my pussy that almost made me cry, I scratched his back because this is the first time I had sex.

"Can you take me now?" He asked Y/n a few minutes later.

"Does it still hurt?" It was so sweet of him to ask me.

"It's just a little bit." I reply to Rindou.

"It will be over soon ..." He whispered.

He grabbed me by the neck as he pulled his cock into my pussy, you could hear nothing in the room but my moan, I don't know but I feel like now I'm the happiest woman.

There was no inhibition in the movement of Rindou's body, every time Rindou licked my pussy he accepted my every slap and my growl throughout the room.

"I love you Rindou." He smiled.

"My Love, Y/n." And as the second passes, they both performed the ancient dance, we both happy what did.

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☆ [ 𝟵:𝟯𝟬 𝗔𝗠 ] - ,, 𝗿𝗲𝗼

summary: reo, a notoriously bad cook and your darling boyfriend, manages to make scrambled eggs for breakfast and honestly—you really couldn't be more in love.

warnings: fluff , established relationship , making out , not proof read !! word count: 2k

‘this must be what love is,’ you think, watching your darling boyfriend fumble around with the iron skillet in his hand.

its cast iron, a gift from your mother when you moved into this small apartment a few months ago. it’s weighs about as much as a baby so you try to limit your usage of it, even if the skillet is amazing.

of course, the weight is hardly a problem for mikage reo.

you lean against the entrance to the kitchen, watching him move the skillet around like it weighs as much as a singular feather. the only indication that he’s putting any effort into this is the subtle flex of his bicep.

a frying egg sizzles inside it, the translucent white turning opaque as it cooks through. reo's frowning over the pan, brows creased in concentration, the tip of his tongue sticking out the side of his mouth.

waking up this morning with reo’s side of the bed empty was somewhat of a shock. normally, you're the first one away, rising with the sun even when you don't need to be up early. it's something reo’s always had a problem with—why leave his embrace before you absolutely have to?

which is why, usually, he feels you stir in his arms, kicking the blankets off your body and he pulls you back against his bare chest. he’s hiding his face in the crook of your neck, coaxing you into staying in bed for a little longer, his voice raspy from sleep as his lips press against the space below your jaw.

he puts up a convincing argument, pressing his fingers into your waist when he thinks your resolve has weakened. but you normally take care of breakfast which is what gives you that final push to get out of bed and out of his arms.

reo never fails to moan and groan about it, rolling over to flop dramatically onto his pillows. he lets you go anyway; you're good at cooking so he's certainly not going to complain if you want to make breakfast.

personally, it's never been an issue for you. you love to cook (you’ve been told it shows through the quality of everything you make) and you especially love how your boyfriend never shies away from drowning you in compliments, speaking through a mouthful of whatever you made that morning.

it’s not much, but it’s honest work. truly.

and that's how it usually goes: you wake up, make breakfast, reo comes over after a while, and you both eat together before starting your days.

today, you woke up and found his side of the bed startlingly empty and cold. you panicked momentarily, confused as to where your boyfriend had disappeared off to. until you heard the crash of several steel pots slamming against the tile flooring.

rubbing the sleep from your eyes, you made your way to the kitchen, where reo was scrambling around, collecting pots and pans. with a stack of shiny steel pots cradled against his chest, he turned around, eyeing the living rooms and hallways conspiratorially—like he’s sharing some sort of secret with the pots in his hands.

you made yourself scarce, hidden near perfectly behind a pillar. reo was obviously too eager to get back to whatever havoc he was wreaking upon your poor kitchen, he failed to notice the sliver of you that was definitely visible. you fought the urge to grab whatever is in his hands and take over completely. it's not that you don't have faith in reo. it's that you can't have faith in reo.

letting him into your kitchen is like handing a child several permanent markers and placing them in a empty room with blank walls; it’s a disaster simply waiting to happen. he’s always burning something beyond repair, or burning himself, and even if it’s not that serious, your heart still drops to your stomach faster than the speed of light.

but he looks like he's having fun, and he seems determined to get it right, so you let him be this time. he hasn't noticed you yet, standing at one of the two entrances into your kitchen.

you fight off the gentle smile tugging at the corners of your mouth as you watch him work, something warm and sweet fluttering within your chest, as though a swarm of butterflies were released within you.

reo grabs a spatula, scrambling the eggs as he begins to hum a song you recognize as one you played in your car a few days ago. he makes up his own lyrics, pausing every now and then to question his own choices before he resumes his work.

the sun filters in through the small window in your small kitchen and the stream of light spills over reo like it’s addicted to him. you think you might be able to relate to the sun in that regard. he steps away from the pan, reaching up to grab some soy sauce and you’re surprised he knows exactly where it is.

he mixes it in with the eggs, grimacing when his hand slips and he pours more than he intended to.

the entire scene is sickeningly domestic and your heart clenches, the warmth from before increasing tenfold and it grows too big to contain in the cavity of your chest so you step forward, clearing your throat.

reo stills, free hand pressed to his heart when he whirls around and gives you the most charming smile. if you were any weaker, you might have turned into a puddle—you’re already halfway there with your legs feeling like rubber bands.

“babe, look!” he says, holding out the skillet. “they’re perfectly scrambled!”

“they look good,” you admit with a soft hum, walking up beside him as you tilt your head and rest it against his arm. you hear him ramble about whether you really think so, and how he hopes they taste good because he hasn’t taste tested yet—it’s all going in one ear and out the other because you’re entirely focused on him.

not really what he’s saying, but the accomplished look in his eyes, the grin on his face despite the furrow of his brows. you reach up and tuck a loose strand of hair behind his ear, making him fall quiet.

he sets the skillet down, tugging you into his side with a steady arm wrapped around your waist and he bends down to press a kiss against your forehead. “i’ll get everything ready—you can go brush.” he presses another kiss to your cheek, and then another against the corner of your lips before you pull away.

“morning breath, no,” you remind him, wriggling out of his grasp as you make your way into the bathroom.

a few moments later and you’re making your way into the kitchen once more, only to get guided towards the dining table by a very insistent reo. something about you not having to lift a single finger; you humor him because you’re hopelessly in love.

he places your bowl in front of you and it’s really just some rice with scrambled eggs but you’re still eagerly anticipating it. you’re still feeling that familiar flutter inside you and, this time, you don’t fight against the smile that lights up your face.

he really should just sit across from you, that’s where the chair is placed after all, but he pulls it over and sits right next to you, knee pressed against your own.

“they’re just eggs, really, but i didn’t want to burn down your kitchen,” he laughs sheepishly, poking around at his rice before looking up at you.

“you didn’t have to go through all this trouble you know,” you reply, pulling the bowl closer, feeling the steam from the food hit your chin. “i know it’s your day off—you should have slept in.”

reo shrugs, taking a bite of the eggs and chewing slowly, evaluating. he decides they’re alright with a nod and continues eating, “i wanted to do something nice for you.” his words are muffled a bit thanks to the food, but he’s always uncharacteristically quiet, avoiding looking at you at first, only to eventually meet your gaze from the corner of his eyes.

you heave a sigh as something saccharine surges through you, overtaking every one of your senses until all you can really think about is the man seated to your right, poking around at his food while sneaking glances at you.

you take a bite from the scrambled eggs and you let its tangy taste fill your tastebuds. it’s obvious there’s more soy sauce here than necessary, but it doesn’t worsen the taste at all. and, perhaps, you’re a bit biased—too blinded by love to be an impartial judge.

“reo, this is really good,” you say as you shovel more of your food into your mouth, the warmth from the dish matching the warmth that’s swelled up inside your heart.

he finally faces you then, and it’s startling to see your own feelings reflected back to you: the slight flush to his cheeks, unadulterated affection swimming in his gaze. the butterflies seem to have migrated into your stomach and your limbs feel like static.

“you really think so?”

“yeah, i do.” it’s dumb how you’re smiling down at your food and your cheeks hurt and all you really want is to reach over and take reo’s hand in your own. “this is really nice.”

you both sit in silence as you eat, but there’s a tension that hangs in the air. there are things that remain to be said and you take another bite, reaching out your hand and intertwining your fingers with reo’s.

“reo?”

“yeah?”

“i love you,” you whisper, like it’s still new even though the words feel so at home when you’re talking about him. you keep them close to you so that only mikage reo can hear them, so that only he can see how there’s so much more you want to say, but those three words will simply have to suffice for now.

he pushes his bowl aside, the sound of it scraping against the table drawing your attention to him, and you feel his hand tighten around your own. there’s a pregnant pause—you swallow down the messy, strange concoction of feelings that threaten to spill and fill the silence.

then he’s pulling you closer, and you’re really no match for reo so you stumble awkwardly out of the chair, but he steadies you with a hand against your hip and he pulls you down. you land in his lap, he gives you half a second before he’s sliding a hand up your cheek, pressing his lips to yours.

reo smiles into every kiss you share and this one isn’t any different. “love you too, baby,” he mutters against you, breath hot against your lips for just a moment before he’s closing the sliver of space once more.

his hands dig into your hips, fingers pressing into your flesh and then he decides it’s not good enough, so he slides his hands under your shirt (honestly, his shirt). the warmth from his touch spreads along your torso, reo’s fingers splay out against your ribcage, and you swear you can feel him everywhere.

you shudder and you gasp and he swallows it, pressing closer, stealing your breath right out of your lungs. he tastes just like what you both had for breakfast, and a little bit like honey, so you pull him in and you wrap your arms around his neck.

reo nips at your bottom lip, smearing a kiss along your jaw, biting down and soothing the sting with another kiss. another shiver wracks through you even though you feel impossibly hot, cheeks warm as sweat collects along the nape of your neck.

“i love you,” he says, lips tracing the line of your jaw. “i love you,” he says, hands sliding further up your chest and over to your back. you can’t really think—not when he’s like this and you run your fingers through his hair hoping it’ll ground you.

“i love you,” he says, again and again, one kiss after another.

and with his hands sliding higher up your torso and his lips moving down the expanse of your neck, you don’t think you could be more in love with mikage reo if you tried.

unearthed this from my drafts !!!!!! no one perceive me im a whore.

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─── 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄

+ sae x f!reader | wc 5.3k

notes: i’m in love with this man, and wrote this on a whim :’) hope y’all like it !! feedback & reblogs are greatly appreciated !! <3

summary: you’ve known sae since you were both sixteen. he’s always dreamed of going overseas and facing the world, will he ever be ready to come home?

𝐒𝐈𝐗𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍

sae can read almost everyone flawlessly, you included.

he’s not close to you, not at all. physically? yes, because you’re his seat partner. but in all other aspects? no, definitely not.

you’re scared of him, he can tell. whenever he moves, you get self-conscious, immediately pulling your own chair in, giving him way. then you check on him as he moves away, because you’re scared that somehow you’ve managed to offend him.

you never did. because to offend sae, you’d need to be someone who can even bother him in the first place.

sae doesn’t care about what you do though, he just happens to notice you. out of convenience, because he sees you every monday to friday and sits next to you for every class.

it’s the same routine thing every week—you sit next to each other, barely say a word all day and then before he knows it, it’s the end of school day.

it doesn’t even matter. you don’t matter.

nobody really does.

he peeks at you out of the corner of his eyes, your eyes peering down at your paper with the utmost concentration. he quickly looks away though, because the last thing he wants is to get caught and be labeled as a cheater on a history quiz. especially when he’s not cheating.

yeah, you really don’t matter.

𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍

soccer, soccer, soccer.

that’s all sae can think of nowadays. just do whatever he can to improve his skills, everything else is up for debate.

you’re still his seatmate, still ever so distant. he gives you credit though, for greeting him every morning now even though you look terrified and nervous all the time.

“good morning.”

today is no exception. sae’s eyes flick up to you and then back down to his desk, and that’s all of the acknowledgement you get, as usual. it’s nothing personal, he just doesn’t want to get into small talk at all.

but he’ll give you points for trying, even if he doesn’t exactly know what’s going through your head right now. somehow, he can’t read you as well anymore.

that’s how you usually are now, the newer version of you. a little more upbeat, a little friendlier, less awkward but still as shy as he first pegged you to be.

well, now you’re just slightly more amusing. somehow, sae starts to find himself wondering how you’d react to different situations.

it’s almost the middle of the school year and you’d kept up with your usual greetings everyday. sae keeps up with his usual stoic demeanour on his part.

until today.

“good morning!” you’re extra chirpy today, he notices.

sae blinks at you once, twice, and you’re still smiling at him, and he’d like to know whether you’re still that same nervous mess inside, so he opens his mouth this time.

“morning, y/n.”

simple, easy, basic courtesy.

but somehow you’re looking at him as though he’s a fucking freak.

to be fair, that’s exactly what he expected. but it’s now been a whole minute and you’re still staring dumbly at him.

“what?”

you shake your head, laughing sheepishly as you take your seat beside him, “nothing, it’s just… you never bothered talking to me before.”

sae shrugs, because it’s not like he bothers now, per se. he’s just—what’s the word—bored? “i can shut up too if you prefer that.”

“no!”

you look so embarrassed by your quick outburst that sae almost snickers. that’s the most reaction you’ve nearly managed to get out of him yet.

“i mean,” you stutter, looking for the right words to say, and maybe sae is getting a little bit of an ego boost right now because he can tell you’re flustered. “you’re pretty terrifying most of the time so…”

he knows what you mean, but he acts like he doesn’t. “oh, so you like terrifying? okay, i can do that.”

the way your face instantly switches to a straight expression is fucking amusing, and for a split second his guard falls and you get to hear him snicker.

luckily, the bell rings right after and mr hayato is never late. sae never got to hear what you thought of that.

every single day after that passes by a little bit easier, your non-friendship inching a little closer together, sae might even consider you an acquaintance now.

he converses with you a lot more fluidly (as much as he allows himself to—he doesn’t like you being too comfortable, likes to keep you on your toes), and he finds himself teaching you things he notices you’re absolutely horrible at.

like logarithms, because no matter how much you try to wrap your head around it, you refuse to ask anyone for help. you’re a little stubborn, but sae can live with that, just has to speak to you in a way that doesn’t seem like you look like you need help.

“no, you’re forgetting that the log of e is always one, there, see?” sae sighs as he explains, because you’re quite muddle-headed. “it’ll be much easier once you get all the definitions in your head.”

“were you born a genius or something?” you ask innocently upon catching his test scores. a 94 out of 100, compared to your 63.

that day, neither of you notice the fact that other people are beginning to notice your growing friendship.

sae starts tutoring you whenever he can, because apparently you’re hopeless without his help. (he says this to your face. he’s always straight with you.) and then he finds himself noticing you in ways he never did before.

how you look absolutely angelic when the sun hits your face. he notices the way you puff out your cheeks when you’re thinking hard. even the perfume that wafts through the air. you smell good.

this is ridiculous.

“hun, do you want any—”

fuck. sae’s head whips around to see an older woman at your door, almost a carbon copy of you, eyes wide as her gaze falls onto him.

no, he’s not particularly nervous or feels like he should be, but something tells you if your mother is anything like you, she’d misunderstand. this is just a lot more trouble than it’s worth. you’re a lot more trouble than it’s worth. what’s he even getting out of tutoring you?

“oh hi there! and who might you be?”

he can see stars in her eyes, all hopeful and excited as she shifts her gaze between you and sae and back to you again.

“mom! he’s no one—” ouch, he’s tutoring you and you introduce him as no one? “a friend and he’s tutoring me for some math stuff so could you…?”

it’s like the gears are turning in your mother’s head when she eyes sae knowingly. god, he has to do some damage control. don’t want either of you expecting anything much out of him.

“i’m itoshi sae,” he introduces himself, shaking her hand. “i just make time to tutor some of my classmates to earn extra credit.”

not even close to true, but neither of you need to know that. he’d much rather spend his free time getting in some training or going to the gym but he decided maybe he could spend a few hours out of today to help your dumbass with numbers.

he’s an expert at sidestepping small talk and in no time at all, your mother’s out of the room. you still seem embarrassed, he can feel the heat emanating from your cheeks.

“concentrate,” sae sighs, and he wonders why he’s even doing this for you. he’d rather go home right now, he thinks, maybe kick the ball around with rin, or just lie down in bed because waking up at 4am to train every morning is taking its toll.

you mumble a hushed apology and rub the sleepiness from your eyes. the both of you had been at this for a couple of hours now, maybe looking at numbers too much is making you tired too.

sae acknowledges you’re a fast learner though, if you have a proper teacher. he’s not surprised that ms kina’s teachings are lost on you—she’s not that good at explaining concepts. sae is, though. he usually doesn’t bother sharing but hey, maybe now is just a glitch in the matrix, maybe now he’s just trying to do good samaritan things and help you out so you don’t fail the damn midterm test.

“okay then, see you,” he says, picking up his bag and slinging it around his shoulders, only to have you grab his wrist. “what?”

you look a little bashful once you realise what you did, and then you let go of him immediately. you look like you really want to say something, but you don’t, you just shake your head.

don’t do it, don’t do it, don’t do it.

sae’s putting his bag back down before he knows it, and he groans internally. “say it.”

“if-if you don’t mind, maybe we could schedule a tutoring session every week?” you’re so, so timid and so, so soft.

he blinks once, twice, realising what you actually mean to say. you don’t want the tutoring session, apart from logarithms you’re fine with pure numbers, but you want time. with him.

it boosts his ego a little, if he’s being honest.

“i’m too busy with my soccer trainings,” he tells you, nonchalant until he sees how quick your expression falls and then he has to hate himself for continuing, “i have some time on friday evenings though.”

like a puppy, you’re instantly chirpy again, saying how maybe he could tutor you after he’s done with whatever stuff, and how you’d get a head start and grab some seats at a cafe or something.

you’re both seventeen when your weekly tutoring sessions start. it’s beyond himself why he agreed. all he knows is that he doesn’t particularly like being the reason your expression goes sad.

first week in, you’re still too nervous, too jumpy.

the second week, you’re a little too full of nonsense, daring to laugh at him, or with him, depending.

by the fifth week, your bare arm is already brushing his and you’re not even flinching.

you’re both seventeen when sae realises that maybe he cares for you. in the way lovers do. in the way he gets you to walk on the safer side of the sidewalk. in the way he sends you home every friday. in the way he actually responds to your goodnight texts and wakes up waiting for your good morning.

in the way he listens when you tell him that your mother is actually sick, that you want to take care of her. that your dream is simple—to find your passion one day, and to be able to earn enough to let your mother live peacefully, to help her fight whatever she has to because you don’t want her to be alone.

in the way, for the first time in his life, he reaches out to you, putting his hand on top of yours as he lets you cry on his shoulder.

your birthday falls on a friday this year, and he tells you not to bring your books that day in class. you look at him with pure shock, but then quickly adjust yourself and bring up a grateful smile.

“yes, sir.”

that night he meets you up on the rooftop of your complex, in the middle of the carpark, and you’ve never looked any happier than you did when you saw him holding that petite round galaxy cake in his hands, the sparkler candles so pretty in the night.

“happy birthday.”

𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍

the next school year starts and sae enters into it still close to you as ever. you haven’t met in just over a month, what with sae’s intense training camps and your family holiday. but the both of you still talk to each other daily, and he finds himself waiting for your response every night.

it’s like the both of you are in a relationship, but neither of you are saying anything about it. whatever this relationship-non-relationship is, sae thinks he likes it.

but it’s barely three months into the school year and sae has to break your heart.

“it’s the opportunity of a lifetime, i’m sure you understand right?” his coach rambles on, disgusting with how he’s talking with his mouth full and chips keep falling out of it.

sae nods, because he does. he’s almost sure he’ll go for it. it’s not everyday kids from japan get offered a spot to play for a european club.

“great! so let’s get your parents involved and get you to spain.”

“yeah, sure.”

it’s frustrating how he’s not more excited. it’s there, but it’s faint, because it’s lingering on the traces of his feelings for you. he’s never really thought this far, and maybe that was his fault. he’ll keep that in mind; he can’t risk this situation again. he can’t risk getting your hopes up and being the reason that they’ll never recover.

minimise damage, yeah, that’s what he has to do.

you go from talking endlessly in class to being quiet because sae is trying to concentrate. you go from meeting every friday outside of school to every other friday, to once every month, to none at all. you go from texting a good morning and a goodnight every day to barely getting responses from sae, barely ever even get your messages read.

then one day sae just doesn’t show up to school at all. and you finally hear that he’s been scouted for a club in spain, that he’s going to be away for god knows how long. and then you realise that maybe that’s why he’s been distant lately, because you refuse to believe that the sae who took so much time out of his busy schedule for you, the sae who made the effort to buy you a birthday cake and spend all night on the carpark just listening to you talk on and on about insignificant things because you were nervous, the sae who you fell in love with—you refuse to believe it wasn’t real.

that’s why you hold your hopes up and ride your bicycle to his house, which you’ve been to once before, just outside though, because you’d asked him where he lived and he finally obliged. it’s still beautiful as ever, neat garden lined with flowers and a soccer field in the back.

when you knock on the gate, you see a familiar face come out; it’s itoshi rin, his younger brother. you only know that because sae’s spoken about him a few times, and you saw a picture of the both of them together on his phone.

“oh, um, hi, who are you?” rin asks, cautiously, because evidently, he’s never seen you.

“uh, i’m one of sae’s… classmates,” you decide, and it stings that you realise you can’t even say that anymore. how did it all spiral from cloud nine? “is he home?”

rin blinks a few times. his lower lashes are slightly longer than sae’s, he’s carrying a soccer ball, and you just know he’s been training all day because he’s sweating from head to toe. sae has said rin wanted to be a striker just like him.

“oh, didn’t you hear? my big bro got scouted, he left for spain last night.”

it shouldn’t be this upsetting—he isn’t even your boyfriend. no matter how much you wanted him to be. he was just… someone you studied with, spent time with, made efforts for.

but something forms in the pit of your stomach when you hear that sae’s already gone, that he’s already halfway to spain without even saying goodbye, without giving you any warning.

you’d thought whatever friendship you had with him was worth more than a silent goodbye, than a one-sided decision.

“o-oh, okay, thanks!”

you bolt off before rin can say anything else, it’s better that no one can see you crying anyway.

that night once you’ve sort of calmed down, you open up sae’s message thread, which as of late is mostly a string of messages from you and sae only replying with oh or i see or i’m busy.

the last time he even bothered replying to you was last week when you asked if he wanted to watch a movie together and he said a simple no.

“you’re an ass, itoshi sae,” you cry to yourself as you bring up the keyboard on your phone, your tears falling onto the screen.

i hate you, itoshi sae.

𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍

soccer is the same; thrilling, tiring, demanding.

it’s been a year since he left japan and he’s still surviving, still thriving, still being revered as a genius midfielder. sae knows he has what it takes to bring victory to a good enough team, that’s what he came here for anyway—to be the best in the world.

“good job out there, sae,” the captain claps him on the back, but sae’s mind isn’t there.

it’s been a year since he left japan and he still pulls up the last message you ever sent him.

i hate you, itoshi sae.

perhaps it’s good that you do. there’s no place for your dreams in spain, or anywhere else in the world except for japan. you need to move on from him. maybe you already did, from what he hears from his classmates who still check in on him from time to time.

the first time sae hears about how some other guy asked you out, he can’t say he doesn’t care. but he’s relinquished his right to be jealous, so he barely responds to the news.

but maybe he’s beginning to see where he fucked up, because he shouldn’t have gotten close to you in the first place, should’ve just left you alone.

instead now he’s left with this sick feeling in the pit of his stomach. is this how it feels like to really miss someone?

𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐘

you’re now in college and you’re past whatever happened in high school. itoshi sae still lingers in the crevices of your mind, with his real eyes and his pretty lashes and the way his hand felt when they were on top of yours.

some part of you thinks you’d never get over him, but you have to make peace with that. just because he never bothered to give you closure doesn’t mean he should be allowed to run your life.

besides, you’re pretty sure he read what you last sent him. there’s really nothing else for you to do if he doesn’t even bother talking to you.

you’d been trying to properly move on anyway, and that’s exactly what you try to do later that night, after accepting ryusei shido’s invitation to dinner.

he’s like the opposite of sae, though. he’s all expressive and goofy and wild because he’s got you trespassing on private property just to borrow their garden and he likes to drive fast, really fast, because he loves the wind in his hair.

if you had met him first, you’d probably be in love with the rush he gives you, the adrenaline pumping through your veins. when he kissed you, if only you didn’t have itoshi sae in your head, then maybe you’d have kissed him back.

when you’re twenty, you find out that maybe you can’t move on without giving itoshi sae a piece of your mind.

𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐘-𝐎𝐍𝐄

sae’s career has been rapidly progressing, he’s part of the starting team and is hailed as one of the world’s up-and-coming top soccer stars.

the earlier game cemented it.

his team won, with the commentators naming him as the most valuable player, assisting in all the goals scored by his team.

when he’s pulled aside for an interview, he can’t help but wonder whether you’d be watching through the television, hanging on his every word. or maybe you’d already moved on with this shido guy he hears about.

fuck that shido guy.

and when an interviewer asks whether there’s anyone special in his life that motivates him, he finds himself wishing he could say your name.

“nothing of that sort.”

interviews pass by quickly, as they always do for him because he’s not much of an interview guy, with his stoic expressions and lacklustre responses. he’s on the way back to the locker room when he hears a familiar voice calling out to him.

“sae!”

he spins around to find his mother and father there, surprising him. they must’ve heard he was playing and booked a flight out. rin’s not here though.

“rin’s busy with some soccer matches of his own back at home,” his father explains, as if he read his mind. “he couldn’t make it, but he’s surely watching the match from home.”

how silly of sae to have wished that it was you calling out to him, for that split second. you’re still in his head, and that’s annoying.

“oh! sweetheart,” his mother coos after she’s done gushing over his game, “we ran into one of your friends earlier! what’s her name—ah wait there she is!”

sae furrows his brows, following his mother’s gaze and finds you there, hugging the walls, sheepishly waving your hand at him. he’s starting to doubt his vision, maybe you’re just his imagination, maybe his mother’s looking at someone else.

“hey, sae,” you greet him, mellow and polite.

he’s still standing there like he’s the one who’s starstruck, like you’re the famous one. are you really here?

“what are you doing here?”

not the best greeting, but that’s the most he can muster when he hasn’t seen or heard from you in over three years.

you smile, and he thinks he might melt, but he doesn’t because he’s just told—lied to—the world that there’s no one special to him.

“what’s wrong with supporting one of my friends?” you say, as though this is a neighbourhood soccer match and you didn’t have to fly halfway across the world for it.

“itoshi! get in here!” by the sound of his voice, it’s the captain talking. sae doesn’t even want to take his eyes off of you, but he has to.

“go,” you tell him, “i’m staying near the airport, if, uh, you wanted to do anything afterwards.”

does he?

sae swallows the lump in his throat and nods. “yeah, okay.”

that night, he figures out which hotel you’re staying at and pays you a visit—it annoys him how fast his heart is beating and how your sudden presence threatens to mess up his life.

he knocks on your door, and you open it, beaming at him when you see him. “i thought we were meeting at the restaurant,” you say as you let him in, closing the door behind him.

“i was just passing by, sent my parents to the airport and thought i would just drop by,” he answers, lying through his teeth. his parents are still somewhere in spain and he just wanted to see you sooner, that’s all.

“well, i’m still getting ready,” you tell him, straightening your dress and looking at yourself in the mirror.

how is it possible you keep getting prettier everyday? your hair’s a little longer now, and you look more mature, you’ve learned to do makeup, and your dress hugs your body in just the right places. he’s cursing himself for staring at you.

“i thought you’d be too busy to come out with me tonight, honestly,” you confess, putting on some lipstick.

sae has to look away, “and i thought you hated me.”

that has you stopping in your tracks; this conversation happened earlier than you expected, but you’d been gunning for this all the same.

“yeah, well you left japan without saying a word to me, like i was just anyone else.”

he understands why you’d think that. that was what he was going for anyway, and it reminds him what he should be doing instead of entertaining you right now. sae should be rejecting you, you and your efforts, should turn away from you like you’re another one of his fangirls.

“why?”

but the shakiness in your voice takes him off guard.

“why what?”

“why didn’t you say anything?”

“i didn’t have to,” sae responds, simply, like he doesn’t owe you a damn thing.

“was i imagining it?” you ask, finally turning around and looking him in his eyes.

no, no you weren’t.

“i don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“then why are you here, sae?” you burst out, and he stills in his position, feet glued to the floor. “you wouldn’t give a second thought to people you don’t care about, so what now?”

“i was just taking an old friend out to dinner, that’s all.”

he’s stubborn, so so stubborn. he’s hoping he’ll hold out.

“i don’t get you,” you mutter softly, to yourself or to him, he doesn’t even fucking know.

sae really shouldn’t, but he thinks about how he might never see you again and tries, “what do you want?”

“what are you talking about?”

“do you know what you want?” sae turns it around on you. “you flew halfway across the world to get here, for what? for me?”

he’s intimidating when he speaks a little louder than usual, and you shrink back just slightly.

“i-i wanted to talk to you,” you try your hardest to form an excuse but it’s not working.

“and what did you want out of that?”

you fall flat, and you feel like giving up. you know the answer, but you don’t want to admit it. you don’t want to tell him that you wanted him to want you too, you don’t want to admit that you’ve been thinking about him nearly all the time and what could’ve been.

“just forget it,” you relent, averting your gaze, but the next moment you feel an unfamiliar sensation on your lips, the taste of his on yours.

sae doesn’t know why he’s doing it, but his body moves on its own; something he got from playing that manages to bleed into his daily life, apparently.

you taste so much better than he expected, and you feel like you belong in his arms, like you’re made for him because there’s absolutely no one else in the whole fucking world who could ever bring itoshi sae to his knees.

he’s been in denial all this time, yes, and he’s tired of it. if you came all the way here, he’s not wasting it. he pulls away from you, absolutely dazed by the wanting look in your eyes.

you’re twenty one years old when you first hear itoshi sae telling you he loves you.

𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐘-𝐓𝐖𝐎

“someone’s chirpy,” your mother says from the couch, looking up from her ipad. “i sense… a date with sae.”

you roll your eyes, throwing one of the cushions at her. “mom, shut up,” you groan, still embarrassed whenever she calls you out for it.

sae’s still in spain most of the time, but the both of you make it work. you make a point to video call at least twice a week, and he responds to you like a normal boyfriend does. it’s back to that good morning, goodnight love you shared back in high school. he makes as much time as he can, and you appreciate him for it.

“i’m glad you’re happy, sweetie,” she tells you, and you smile gratefully.

you’re more than relieved now that she’s managed to fight the cancer off. it’s the only reason she pushed you to go see sae last year. you technically wouldn’t have done it without her.

a knock on your door signals that he’s here, and your mom gives you a knowing look before she excuses herself to her room.

when you open the front door, you feel a burst of excitement when you see sae there holding a bouquet of flowers.

“happy birthday, pretty.”

even when he’s busy, even when he’s swamped, he’ll never stop making you feel like you’re on top of the world.

both of you are twenty-two when sae decides that you’re his world.

𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐘-𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄

this is the year you find out long distance is actually really really hard.

sometimes sae loses the match, and sometimes he can’t separate friend from foe from you. he gets frustrated, and so you do too. he has less than kind words when he’s venting, and you happen to be on the receiving end.

sometimes you get stressed from your finals projects, and you push him away, and sae leaves you to it. sae doesn’t check up on you as much as you’d like to, and you’re a little too stubborn to tell him that you mind.

sometimes sae would get interviewed and would have to address dating rumours, whether it’s the upcoming supermodel from america or that renowned sexy sports photographer from brazil—it’s hard not to get jealous, especially when you’re kept private.

you can’t blame him for that, not when everyone likes to send hate to the pretty girl he’s supposedly dating.

this is also where you find out that itoshi sae knows you better than anyone. it’s where he always leaves you a reminder he loves you, even when you’re fighting. it’s where he sends you a goodnight text even when you’ve hung up the phone hours ago in anger. it’s where he keeps japan in his weather app just so he can tell you not to be a klutz and fall down when it’s raining. it’s where he declares on international television that no, he’s not available but that’s none of their business.

even if you yearn for him to be next to you at times, sae’s off doing what he’s always wanted to do, and you’re not going to let yourself be a burden—so you do what you want to do, because the last thing you want the headlines to blast is the fact that itoshi sae’s girlfriend is a good-for-nothing.

twenty-three is the age where you start writing articles for a local magazine company, where you take lead on fashion articles while occasionally helping with the sports section.

𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐘-𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑

both of your careers are in full flight.

so is your relationship.

sae’s always proud of you, of your achievements, of your efforts even if they didn’t bear fruit. you’re doing so well, making yourself a name in Japan with your articles, with your wonderful insights and funny wit.

he always reads your articles, tells his assistant to get a subscription on the magazine and send it to sae’s hotel, always reads the articles you write. he doesn’t tell you about that though. doesn’t want you getting a big head.

and every time you talk on the phone about your articles and how hard it was to write or how you’re afraid people will take it the wrong way, he acts like he doesn’t even know which article you’re talking about. (he absolutely does.)

“hey, when’s my contract ending again?”

sae’s assistant looks up from his ipad from his seat across him on the private jet. he blinks twice before rifling through his different folders.

“oh, next year.”

a ghost of a smile appears on sae’s face and his assistant thinks he’s hallucinating.

“good.”

𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐘-𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄

sae is twenty-five years old when he finally decides he’s ready to come home.

it makes the headlines—how he quit the club and refused to play for them anymore, the reason being that he wants to go back to his roots.

back to you.

because now, at your front door, after he knocks once, twice, and you open it, surprised, sae’s never been more sure that he’s making the right decision.

after all, you’re the only one in the world capable of bringing itoshi sae to his knee.

“will you marry me?”

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Hello, this is my first time in ur blog and i notice that ur pinned post is about the story u have completed and i was wondering where can i read them😅😅

I tried scrolling through ur blog but theres none😅 or am i just blind?😅

Omg hello, I apologized for my story since isn't available last month all of my story under revise all of them are complete and i need to revise again. thank you

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ACE ✧.*

* ˚ ✦ push and pull.

content warning! cursing, manipulation, overstimulation, explicit sexual contents, incest (non-biological) detailed smut, angst(?)

english is not my first language, expect typographical and grammatical error.

minors dni!!!

as whitebeard's daughter, you were asked to find a location to have a new branch for your father's business. it is doing well like how it should, luckily. unluckily, you are currently in a winter island with ace, one of your dad's executives. you don't really hate him, it's just that you were friends since the day you learned to walk along with his brothers luffy and sabo. those two are now in their separate ways and ace got stuck with your dad since he see him as a father figure which you don't mind at all.

"ace, i trust you. take care of my daughter during your business trip." whitebeard reminded ace before you leave, in a tone with a hint of you know what he means when he said i trust you.

a smirk formed in ace's lips, "don't worry, pops. even if you leave us in an island alone nothing will happen." boastfully. "right, [name] ?"

rolling your eyes at him, you talked inside your head. "liar." you forced a smile upon remembering when a get together in the company happened, you were both so drunk that you fucked each other like your lives depend on it, passionately. "yeah, dad. ace is like... an- older brother to me." gritting teeth with each words, you managed to answer. yeah, you fuck your non-biological older brother and you two decided to not tell a soul about it.

back to present, ace is just following you as you walk in this winter country's most famous downtown. suddenly, an announcement about a storm is coming. citizens are now hurriedly heading back to their home, you and ace didn't have a choice but to stay in an inn outside the town.

"what an unfortunate event, we need to head to another island as soon as possible." portgas exclaimed a sigh. "it must be storming because you're here." he glanced at you.

which you replied with a glare, "what do i have to do with natural disaster?"

"you bring rains in a normal country, then snow storm on winter island." he suddenly burst out laughing. "remember in arabasta didn't rain for years but when you came it did."

you began hitting him with the pillow from the sofa. it's true, most of the time when you're on a trip it rains, ruining the plans and vacation.

"alright, alright. i'll stop." he said while covering his head. "i just mean, those people in arabasta should be grateful for you. you brought the rain they've been longing for, right?" ace carefully asked.

you slightly calmed down and went back to your seat. "then if that's the case, i would be glad that i brought rain in their island." panting, tired from pouring your energy hitting ace.

for him it's an entertainment, he even put in his resumé that his hobby is getting into your nerves. out of nowhere, he stood up and gasped. "what if it always rain wherever you are because you took all the rain in arabasta?" ace covered his mouth pretending to be shock. "goosebumps."

"are you a child? why can't you just stop?" you also stood up and he began to run to his room. after screaming your lungs out since he locked his door and you can't hit him, ace warned you. "the neighbors from the other rooms might hear you, let them sleep at least. you already brought a storm." you kicked the door with a loud thud and just went to your room.

"that dumbass!" you uttered as you dry your hair using a towel. "a hot bath is definitely nice after a long day..."

few hours later, while you're watching some videos on your phone, ace knocked on your room's door. "[name]! let me in!" he called desperately.

eventhough deep inside you, someone was telling you not to open it. however, you can't resist him, doesn't matter how mad and annoyed you are, you still choose to let him in. "what?" you were about to nag about how much of a disturbance he is, but everything you wanted to say burst into the thin air.

he hugged you, ace suddenly did. "it's cold. i need your warmth." a sigh of relief left his chest when you're finally caged in his arms.

"t-then put something on." you somehow managed to say. he's just wearing a boxer shorts so definitely, ace would feel cold. "just how dumb are you?"

portgas ignored what you just said and use his force lightly to let the both of you be on the bed as he still hug you under the comforter. "let me sleep here, [name]." he smiled like it's the most normal thing to say, knowing damn well you are trying so hard to resist not to feel anything in his arms.

"i can't." looking at him with a persuading eyes, "we talked about this, that we're not gonna do anything to trigger the fuse that made us went shit that night." you tried pushing him but ace is just beyond your strength at this moment. his arms around you turns you weaker and vulnerable.

instead, ace hugged you tighter, making sure you cannot go out from his arms. "i can't hold it anymore by just thinking that it's just to two of us here."

"but you told dad, that even if we're left in an island alone, nothing will ever happen." you argued, breathing in all the desire you're having as you listen to his heartbeat on his chest.

do you honestly believe him? not at all. ace will definitely make his way if he wants to.

a hum, ace then whispered. "if i can't hold it in, you shouldn't too. let's suffer together until you give up and offer yourself to me." he brushed your hair and made you look at him by palming your cheek. letting his face few centimeters apart from yours, he added. "let me see how you're gonna beg me to do you, [name]."

with a gulped you close your eyes, you can't say no nor have the strength to push him. your body is doing the opposite of what your mind wanted. he put your hand to hug him back and let his rest on your waist as he play with the side of your tummy using his thumb.

everything he does is driving you nuts, his breath, his gaze, his thumb, his very existence in that moment. everything makes you wanna surrender to what he wants and ace is fully aware that he's getting nearer and nearer to own you once again.

at the verge of the temptation, you begged. "please ace-" looking away when you're eyes met, your senses came back into normal for a few seconds. "stop teasing me and go to your bed."

ace smiled playfully, he definitely knows what he's doing. "are you sure? that's what you want?"

is that really what i want? "no, but dad will-"

"don't worry, it will be just between of us." he gestured a shhh seductively. "like before and always will."

you know very well that after this he will pull the pretend-nothing-happened card like what he did last time. it's not like you wanted to tell the whole world you had sex with him, it's just you wanted to be his officially and you know your dad would be fine with it as time goes by.

however ace, consider your father as his, but you were never his sister. confuse with what he should do, he keeps going back and forth with the progress he made for you to let him in somewhere in a void space inside you.

after weighing the consequences, you let your lips touched ace's. thinking that it's better to have him for a night or two than never. a smirk appeared on his face as he replied to your passionate kiss. he got what he wanted.

making you sit on top of him he grabbed your ass using both hands with a grin. "you're completely sane right now, right? surely not drunk?"

"yeah. i am definitely sane and well right now. not drunk nor on drugs." tracing the middle line on his chest. "so please... ace... do me." the last words became smaller like you're whispering.

"what?" ace pretending not to hear. "the air won't grant your wish no matter how many times you whisper to them." flashing a smile that says he's all you need right this moment.

collecting all the courage and strength left, you told him. "play with my body ace, like how you did that night." it sounded more of a beg than a command, well you tried to sound tough as much a you can. it just didn't work since ace makes you nervous whenever he acts out of ordinary.

ace knows that you are in his hands as he watch you strip your top. "no, let that be." he commanded before you could even take off your bra.

sitting up, he kissed you while holding your throat. then later ace's mouth went down to your neck and your clothed breast. making you bend more so he could freely mark and lick your skins.

without unbuttoning your bra, he pulled it downward to savor your breast. you couldn't helped but moan and push him more onto your chest. this man definitely knows what he's doing.

"i can go rougher than the last time, right?" with a nod from you, he turned you around letting your back face him. upon helping you to undo your pajama, he smack your ass. "open."

"ace~" you moaned as you open your legs as he says.

"i haven't done anything yet." he almost burst out laughing with how soft you turned out to be whenever you're manhandled.

you flinched when you suddenly felt his palm gently circling around on your panty. ace use his other hand to pin your wrists on your chest. later on, his fingers went inside your underwear letting it draw circles on your clit repeatedly.

"so wet, just how many dirty thoughts you're having since i entered your room?" ace half-jokingly asked. without letting you answer he played with your kitty rapidly, making it harder for you not to close your legs. you just can't, afraid that it might suddenly over if it pissed him off.

heavy sighs, low moans, struggling to move, any reactions from you aroused ace more and more.

when you're at your peak, ace suddenly stopped. "ace..." lightly pushing you, you're now on all fours.

not even surprised that he entered you in one go, you still gasped. was it because of alcohol? you didn't imagine him to be this huge and long, it felt like this is the first time he made his way inside you.

harder and rougher, the high that went down earlier is coming back. making you curl your toes, and hold onto the sheets. the cold weather seems warm as he hold your waist and fuck you to the oblivion.

ace notice your struggle wanting to cum, so he thrust slower for a few seconds to watch you suffer then faster than before. melting all your senses, turning you dumb like how you should be.

as your moan grew louder, he timed himself to let you sit up onto his length as you release. like a cow he milked, he squeezed your breast as you got drunk in ectacy.

his dick coated with your white juices that he love so much. "how dirty, [name]."

taking that as a compliment, you smiled. "i couldn't hold it in."

"i know how much you tried hard, it's me who milked you well." he pulled out and removed your underwear. after getting mesmerized by your cunt, he began licking the left over juices. "it would be waste." ace even pouted.

honestly, ace let you cum first intentionally so he can bang you again knowing you would want him too. all you could do is moan as he eat you up making you more stimulated, making sure that you'll get dumber when he screw you later.

when he had enough of licking your folds, his lips touched yours letting you taste a hint of your juices. "we would never gonna argue if you keep this attitude forever, [name]." he mocked at how submissive you are and pinched your cheek.

you blushed at that thought, but things will change tomorrow. he will definitely pretend this thing never happened like how he always does.

you hold your legs widely inviting him for a missionary, he then aligned himself and grinned. "just look into my eyes, show me how fuck up you can be."

pls do not reupload.

masterlist.

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cohenhyy · 2 years

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did you published the story or is it just me that i can’t see them? i don’t wanna seem rude :)

hello, yes i will publish soon my story it is difficult platform here on Tumblr that's why i felt hassle and currently copypaste my works here on tumblr stay stunned, Thank you <3

#ask me questions #tokyorev

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cohenhyy · 2 years

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𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒.☁︎

☁︎ this blog is 18+ only. any minors or ageless blogs will be blocked (like it's really not that hard to put your age in your bio?) i do go in and purge my followers so please if you want to avoid being blocked add your age.

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cohenhyy · 2 years

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𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐌𝐄 ッ

๑nana/kye. teengirl lazy. infp-t.

๑20 years old

๑filipino

๑she/her

๑gemini ; female

๑likes: anime, reading, writing, harry potter, cats, hot choco, money (one of my happiness), 20/7 studying.

๑dislikes: social gatherings, debt, two-faced people, adulting, toxicity, making my own appointments

๑characters i like: rindou, kakucho, kenma, atsumu, rintarou, sakusa, levi, ichigo, kageyama, kou, gaara, itachi, deidara

๑ I like making friends, so if we are mutuals i am more than okay with you asking for my instagram

#tokyorev

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cohenhyy · 2 years

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𝐓𝐎𝐊𝐘𝐎 𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐒.

about me. rules. wattpad.

a collection of all of my completed and on-going tokyo revengers fanfiction!

english is not my first language, writing is a continuous growth. I'm young and still learning how to write (or type) properly so please bear with me. I'm trying to do better upcoming story's.

authors note; proceed with caution! all of my fanfics contain angst, detailed smut, one shot, some contain angst with fluff smut while the majority are angst with no to little comfort.

MASTERLIST

𝐁𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐓𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 | 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐢 𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐮

y/n l/n suffering lost of eyesight takes upon herself to happiness her life. she met rindou haitani everyday spend there time together but she didn't know all of her happiness one bye one losting.

prologue

status: ongoing

genre: angst no comfort, detailed smut, fluff

ADOPTING WHORE WOMAN | haitani ran

y/n is working as sex worker in private club she doesn't know his type a bonten member with violet hair and his sleepy eyes and they've a tattoo on right side. " until my last breath I'll always choose you my love." prologue

chapter 1

chapter 2

chapter 3

chapter 4

chapter 5

chapter 6

chapter 7

chapter 8

chapter 9

chapter 10

chapter 11

chapter 12

epilogue

status: complete

genre: detailed smut, angst, death

BLUE LOCK

Summer- meguro bachira

est. 2021-2022

novel by: @cohenhyy

do not repost or translate my works ao3 such as wattpad that's plagiarism!

#tokyorev #bonten #tokyo revengers smut #rindo haitani #ran haitani #bonten x reader #haitani ran #haitani ran smut #bonten kakucho #haitani ran angst #tokyo revengers angst #hanma fluff #kisaki tetta #hanma shuji #draken angst #mitsuya smut #author #comingsoon

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