❝ PUSSY FOR BREAKFAST, LUNCH, AND DINNER ❞
神威 ────── everyone wants a hot lady to
dom them, the tokyo revengers cast are no different
✧.*
THIS IS NOT A X READER. STOP COMMENTING Y/N THINGS, SHE DOESN'T...
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— THE bells installed onto the cafe's door rings as Izanami enters the place.
After she had showered and properly recovered from the tumble in the sheets she had that morning, her girls had text her to come and hang out with them. The group consisted of some people she knew from the bdsm scene from collage who were into similar things to her.
"Izanami!" One of the girls chirp as she arrives to their table, her drink already ordered beforehand.
"Darling," the female says back with a smile as she pulls out a chair and sits on it. Their table exchange greetings as the female's attention is brought from one girl to another.
After they have finished their pleasentrys, a girl sitting in oposition to her starts off the conversation.
"So," she says as she sips on her cup, "You left with a blonde last night."
"I did." Izanami confirms.
"How was it?" She egarly questions, "He blonde all over or is it a dye?"
Izanami laughs at the question as she sips on her coffee. "Yep, a natural blonde."
"Jealous" one of the other ladies whines as she lean against the her, "You've ditched out on me for a blond."
Another girl laugh at her remark, "You weren't satisfied with the girl you went with last night?"
"She was great," the other resort, "but she didn't have boobs i can motorboat." She pouts as she glomps Izanami, resting her head on top of her chest.
"Shameless," Said 'big boobs' chides lightly as she looks on with amusement.
"So hows was it?" Another lady asks, "He's certainly a new face in the area."
"We fucked—" "Boo! That's so dry, tell us the juicy details!"
Izanami rolls her eyes at that comment, her girls were always like this, "Okay, I fucked him."
"A bottom?" The other girl asks, "He doesn't look like it."
"A switch," Izanami confirms with another sip of her drink, "He sure could listen to orders well."
The lady giggles, "There was the pink haired guy from the bar we went to last time right?"
"Him." Izanami muses, "turns out that one and the blonde know each other."
A round of 'ohh's traveled through the group as most nodded in understanding.
"It seems like your not getting that much actions with girls lately"
"You know someone?" She raised an eyebrow at the girl.
"Don't I always?" A phone is passed to her, instagram, it says. The profile is of a user of a really pretty girl. She doesn't have that many posts, and—
