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petri808 · 3 years ago

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Nalu Yakuza Au *cover art by @jmoart214 💜

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This chapter came out a little longer than usual. lemony teasing

Natsu’s secretary called her boss from the front office. “Mr. Dragneel, Mr. Avatar is here.”

“Thank you, Ms. Kinana. Send him in.”

Because no one in the organization was a computer whiz, he contracted with an independent IT person who was recommended by Yura. The guy, Jerome Avatar wasn’t skittish, didn’t care who he worked for as long as it paid well, and generally had a pleasant demeanor. As the accountant, Yura was in contact with Jerome the most, but for any major issues or changes, those had to be cleared with Natsu first. It was mostly quick, in and out of the office dealings.

Jerome shook Natsu’s hand over the desk before taking a seat.

“So,” Natsu questioned, “what brings you here today? Is there something I need to approve?”

“No, nothing new. I asked for this meeting because I came across some intelligence you might be interested in.”

“Oh?”

“I learned that your rival Heartfilia had been in contact with a new cyber security client, Mikage Kaishā who’s into a lot of shady dealings with government contacts.”

Natsu shrugged his shoulders. “Sounds like just a typical client for her, probably has her launder money for them. I don’t really pay attention to her clients because we deal with different things. But I do appreciate you telling me.”

“Should I keep an eye on them?”

“That’s fine if you believe it’s worth it. And if you learn about anything that could hurt us let me know immediately. By the way, how did you find out this information?”

“A friend in the field told me about it, then I hacked into Heartfilia’s computers to authenticate the information.”

Natsu sat forward in his chair. “You hacked into her computer? I’m surprised her employee didn’t catch that, cause I know she’s good at this stuff too.”

The man grinned. “Well, not as good as me.” He pointed to Natsu’s laptop. “If you’d like, I can set it up so you can access her system from your computer too.”

“Oh, I don’t want to tamper with her company—”

Jerome waved a hand nonchalantly to stop him. “I wouldn’t advise it either, if you touch things, that’s what’ll get attention, but you can watch what’s going on. Keep an eye on her calendar, meeting dates, whatever you want.”

Natsu sat back, rubbing his chin. The offer was a very tempting one indeed. A chance to stalk his ex through cyberspace… someone must have mentioned to this Jerome guy their history. It wasn’t exactly hidden, but not something talked about either amongst lower ranking employees. This wasn’t the first time Jerome had brought them intelligence info, so maybe he was looking to increase his usefulness, climb the ladder so to speak? Being connected to a powerful Yakuza house was certainly handy, and what better way than to tap into such a personal subject.

“That could be interesting,” Natsu finally responded. “Alright, what do you have to do to set it up? And make sure it’s nothing I could screw up accidentally cause I really don’t want her to find out.”

Jerome looked at his watch as if calculating his options. “I could do it now. Might take me about an hour if you can go without the laptop for that amount of time.”

“You have to take it back to your office or something?”

“No,” the man shook his head. “I can do it right here, so I can explain along the way.”

“Perfect.” Natsu then called his secretary and requested she double his lunch order due to an extended meeting.

While the computer tech fiddled, Natsu just sat back with his meal, watching him work. Math wasn’t his strong suit— nor academics for that matter. Growing up, his father had always told him he would be next in line as boss, so he only learned what he needed to for that world. One needed strength, cunning, street smarts, not book smarts. Though he had to admit the things these hackers could do was scary when you thought about it. Lucy was lucky in that her best friend was just a wiz at language— including computer languages. It all looked like gibberish, but the woman interpreted it almost like a savant. According to Jerome, from what he’d seen so far, Levy was not yet at his skill level, but that could easily change with time and experience like he’d been through.

“Natsu you—” Gray paused his knock on the doorframe. “Sorry, I thought the meeting would be done by now.”

“It’s fine, Jerome is hacking Lucy’s system for me right now.” Natsu responded with a grin. “Now I’ll see what she’s up to in real time.”

Gray groaned and ran a hand down his face in disgust. “I’m not even gonna respond to that. But I will tell you I told you so when it blows up in your face later.”

“Tch. She won’t know, right Jerome?”

“She shouldn’t unless you touch something.” The man answered while continuing to type.

“See. It’ll be fine.”

“You’re an idiot. Anyway,” Gray waved a hand nonchalantly as he left, “call me when your free to go over the new orders.”

“It will be fine, right?” Natsu asked Jerome a second time with a bit of anxiety in his tone.

Jerome stopped typing. “As long as you just observe they shouldn’t see you, just don’t get excited and touch something.”

“I don’t plan to; not like I’ll know how to do that anyways.”

“I’m almost finished, but do you want me to turn on her web camera so you can see through it?”

“But she won’t see me?”

“No, for you it’ll just be like watching a one-way video feed with image and audio.”

After a momentary pause, Natsu’s eyes narrowed with a mischievous grin. “Do it.”

Being able to see Lucy every day and feed his addiction was just too tempting, ‘I’m turning into a junky.’ But Gray’s words entered his mind. What if the man was right, could this bite him in the ass later? Probably… Though how bad could it really be? He really had no plans to interfere with Lucy’s business, just her personal life— and yes, he knew it sounded horrible. What right did he have to stalk his ex? None. ‘I just worry about her, is that so wrong?’ Lucy’s tough, but she’s just a woman and their world didn’t always treat women fairly. His desire to protect her bordered neuroticism, but could anyone blame him considering the underworld they worked in. ‘I’m just doing it to protect her,’ Natsu justified it to himself. Guys like Gray who haven’t fallen in love yet, ‘they just don’t understand.’ If anything were to happen to Lucy, he didn’t know what he would do. Probably move Heaven and earth and kill any in his way for what they’d done.

It took just over an hour before Jerome finished installing the spyware and making sure the systems were still secured. Just a one-way mirror that Levy shouldn’t catch unless really digging for it. Another 20 minutes were spent explaining to Natsu how to do the accessing part, including pulling up the webcam whenever he wanted to. “Or just leave it running,” Jerome noted. “It’ll just show up in this window,” he pointed towards the screen, “and as long as you don’t log out completely from your computer it’ll stay open.”

“Who turns off their computers?”

“Actually, it’s a good idea to turn them off now and then so any software updates can be completed, but since I manage your systems, there’s not really a need to.”

“Great.” The two men stood up and shook hands. “Thanks, Jerome.”

“It was my pleasure.”

When Natsu arrived each day at headquarters, the first thing and last thing he did was check to see if there was anything new or interesting going on Lucy’s side. It was like being hooked on one of their products, because the high it gave sucked him right in. But so far, he also stayed away from the video feed. Looking through her calendar or emails were cold and impersonal, but maybe the video was too close, too real, too much of a moral dilemma in crossing that line of a peeping Tom. That didn’t mean his addiction may one day require more feeding…

October had rolled around, and the air outside grew crisp and cold. It was a beautiful time of the year with the color changing leaves, reminding that winter was soon upon them. How quickly the time sure flew. The Dragneel Yakuza clan had already started preparing for their end of year Bonenkai to happen in mid-December. This plus the Shinnenkai in January were the two biggest parties the clan threw for all their members. The first is to forget the stresses of the past year, while the other was to welcome a successful new year. Natsu spared no expense on the food and drinks to take care of the loyalty and hard work their members contributed. From the emails, he knew that Lucy’s group had also started preparing for theirs. ‘Maybe I’ll crash her party,’ he mused to himself. ‘Oh, what’s this?’ His eyes fell on a new email of an appointment reminder for the next day. It was for Lucy’s monthly massage at an upscale spa. Natsu checked his own calendar and noticed he had nothing booked, no meetings, no shipments arriving— a perfect opportunity.

The next day, Natsu went to the spa early and spoke directly to the owner, paying them a nice chunk of change to allow him access and to play along. Lucy was scheduled for 2pm and arrived right on time. So, as he waited behind the scenes, the receptionist acted like normal and directed her inside. She had a regular masseuse, something Natsu knew he couldn’t fake upfront, so that person stood inside the room to greet her.

“Welcome, Ms. Heartfilia. I’ll step out while you get ready. Please lie on your stomach like normal.”

“Thank you, Kenji,” Lucy smiled. She’d been coming here for a couple years and was aware of the routine. The male masseuse had strong, but gentle hands and knew her body well by now.

Natsu had to admit he wasn’t happy to find out Lucy’s regular masseuse was a guy but held back from lashing out. He didn’t want to do anything to mess up this adventure— and oh, he planned to have his own revenge. It wouldn’t be as sexual as the soapland incident but knowing many of her trigger points meant he could do a bit of damage well enough. Now, Natsu had noted that Kenji’s voice was a bit deeper than his own, which would be difficult to fake, but the man explained he didn’t do much talking while working and played relaxing music during the session. Perfect. Natsu could just hit play and not talk at all.

“Ready, Ms. Heartfilia?” Kenji called out through the closed door.

The muffled yes was heard, and the man stepped away, leaving Natsu to his business. He entered the room and immediately turned on the pre-set music, a light instrumental with Asian undertones. It was quite pleasing to listen to. And there Lucy was under a silk sheet to cover her naked body, with her arms up and crossed, head perched on the relaxed hands, and hair up in a loose bun, revealing her beautiful neck. Natsu almost shuddered at the sight and knowledge he would get to touch her skin… it was the one thing she didn’t allow him to do at Soapland— touch. His grin grew as he rubbed his hands together to warm them before making the first move.

He moved the sheet to uncover Lucy’s lower half, up to the thighs, then applied a film of scented massage oils to his hands with a few drops over the taut muscles along her long legs, chasing the dripping liquid along her skin to smooth them over. His hands glide through several passes to the swell of her ass, then back down again all the way to the ankles, fingers applying pressure against the tendons and ligaments to gently work out any tension it encountered. Lucy sighed wispily as his hands massaged each foot, squeezing, smoothing, paying attention to each digit and every curve. His thumbs applied pressure at the arches, kneading the tight knots there from wearing heels all day long. He stayed focused on the area, her toes curling and flexing as the mewls leaching from her show their pleasure, until Natsu felt the knots give and relax away.

“Mmm, you’re getting good at that Kenji,” Lucy purred with a little huskiness in her tone.

Natsu grinned to himself as he lowered the sheet back down, so she stayed warm and moved onto her supple ass. Using both hands, he took his time to knead each cheek through the silken fabric, using his fingers to follow the gluteus muscles, starting near the leg, and following the swell of her curve upwards, slowly riding the fibers looking for any knots or tense areas. One cheek, then the other paying loving attention to and listening to the sounds Lucy made to clue him in on where to go. Every sigh a notch in his belt, each mewling purr a win. Natsu grew bolder, fanning out his thumb each time it got closer to her thighs to touch…

“Oh, Kenji,” Lucy whined, “you’re being a naughty boy today— keep it up.”

‘What?!’ Natsu’s hands paused and tensed for a split second before catching himself. Does Kenji mess with her too?! He shook his head and finished up in the area quickly trying not to let such thoughts stop him. ‘Just focus…’ Natsu grumbled in his head.

After applying more oil to his hands, he moved the sheet down to reveal Lucy’s back and for a second time, Natsu paused on what it contained. Her tattoo… It symbolized… he took a deep breath and dropped more oil on to the skin, willing away the memories breaching his mind. He didn’t want to think about it, not now. It was too painful.

“You okay, Kenji?” Lucy questioned as if noticing the slight pause or tremble in the man’s hands.

Natsu mumbled a soft Mmhmm and dived into the massage so Lucy wouldn’t grow more concerned, missing the uptick in the corners of her lips. He slowly smoothed along the skin using the base of his palms for pressure, each hand following the muscles, moving out from the waist, up the center of her back, and flaring out towards the sides just below the shoulder blades, repeating the same movement, each time increasing the speed while lessening the pressure. Next, he targeted the upper back and shoulder blades, an area he knew Lucy held a lot of tension from carrying the weight of her voluptuous bosoms. With precise ministrations, Natsu applied careful pressure with his thumbs and follows the curve of the blades up and around to the top of the shoulder. He then searched with the pads of his fingers for any knots along her trap muscles, moving up along the spine and fanning out to the top of her shoulders.

“Oh, yeah, right there,” Lucy mewled when he reached a specific spot.

The area around her spine, between the shoulder blades held the most tension and knots from constantly holding the upright, flexed posture that wearing heels will create. Her wispy sighs signaled the release of her tense muscles, bringing another wave of pride swelling in him. Natsu continued onto her neck, his strong hands kneaded the supple flesh, fingers palpating and soothing all the knots. Her neck too, held a few tense areas, especially around the base of the head, so he did his best to melt them away. He worked through Lucy’s mewls and moaning sighs, almost sexual in nature, aroused and a little heated in the face knowing his handiwork brought forth such sounds. Ugh, how he wanted to hear more of it! Lucy putty in his hands and spread between his thighs, calling out his name…

“You’ve gotten better at this… Natsu,” the cocky teasing tone, snapped him out of his dream.

“Natsu?” He tried failingly to disguise his voice. “I’m Kenji, Ms. Heartfilia.”

“Uh-huh. You think I can’t tell the difference Natsu?” Lucy quipped back with a chuckle. “Kenji’s routine is very different. Plus, I knew the moment I smelled your cologne.”

Busted.

“Tch. Well, if you knew it was me all along, why’d you let me do this?”

“Making you work is my payback.” She settled back down, relaxed on her arms. “Now, chop, chop, finish the job.”

This little minx! He was the one supposed to be torturing her this time, not the other way around! “Fine, kitten.” Natsu gritted out a smile and took hold of her neck again to placate and lull Lucy back into thinking he would go along. He massaged the sides with the tips of his fingers Both hands wrapped around, and his thumbs pushing up through her hair against the muscles on the back of her head.

“If only you’d taken care of me like this before,” Lucy mumbled.

Natsu paused and leaned over her ear. “Why not let me take care of you now?”

“You know the answer to that.”

“No, I don’t know the answer, that’s part of the problem!”

Lucy sighed. “Natsu, I don’t want to fight right now. I’m here to relax, not fight. If you’re done, then leave and send Kenji back in.”

“Oh, yeah. Why? Because he’s another one of your boy toys? He gonna be naughty again with you once I leave?!”

“Pfft, I said that knowing it was you, idiot.”

“I think you live to torture me, Angel. But you’re right. I don’t wanna fight right now either, so—” Natsu leaned down quick and latched his mouth onto the area between her shoulder blades, sucking hard.

Lucy squealed and reached back frantically trying to claw at his face, but he grabbed her hands, knowing if she struggled any harder, she risked completely exposing herself. He held her for a few seconds, and once satisfied he’d achieved his goal, let go.

“Natsu! Did you put a hickey on me?!”

“This Angel,” he trailed his fingers over Lucy’s tattoo as he spoke, “belongs to me. Will always be mine,” he whispered close to her ear. “You know it, I know it, and your boy toys will know it too.”

“I hate you.”

“Nah,” Natsu stood up and covered her back up with the sheet. “You hate that you don’t hate me. It’s okay. I still love you too. See ya around kitten.”

Natsu heard the woman’s sigh as the door closed behind him and smiled to himself. He knew she didn’t actually hate him, their relationship was just complicated at the moment, never love the actual problem between them… Though, it had been a dick move to give her a hickey, but that’s what Lucy gets for leading him on like that. She could’ve just stopped the massage immediately if she knew it was him all along, so to let him go through the entire process, it was tit for tat— and hey, at least it’s only temporary.

‘It’s your move next kitten…’

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redrosesartcabin · 4 years ago

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Self indulgent series part 1

At home where everything seems fine

(Kenji x female reader, first perspective) (This story was originally written for me about me, which is why it’s called the self indulgent series. But because I’ve written so god damn much I decided to edit it a little, edit some things out as well etc and share some of it with you, I hope you’ll enjoy it!)

The horrors were over.

Where day after day, week after week we had to fight for our survival.

It was finally over.

Setting foot on land was a dream come true for us all, though it was also a heart wrenching goodbye as we went off home.

We had longed for home for so long, but we had also found a family in our new friends.

I especially felt that Kenji took the goodbye hard. Maybe even the hardest.

After all this time I knew all too well, that despite all the wealth he has, despite all the things he owns and the comfort he enjoys in life, there was no family he was going home to.

He was an only child with no known mother in the picture and an absent father. It tore me apart as I had to release him from the tight hug he had me in. It was the kind of hug that begged you to never let go. But I had to. My family was waiting. I had that luck.

I turned around with pain in my heart for him but the utmost joy as I saw my parents and siblings with tears in their eyes, seeing their long-lost daughter and sister alive and well.

I felt infinite warmth as they brought me into their embrace and we finally went home.

Before going home, we had told each other’s socials (none of us remembered our phone number after all that time) so we would stay in touch.

In the beginning we would talk to each other every day whenever possible for us. We all had a hard time especially when it came to getting into daily school life again, since we had to start over with the grade we had already started and thus weren’t with our old friends again, who had on top of that moved on as they had thought we had died and thus it was hard to reconnect.

Luckily, we all somehow found new connections again (many people took pity in us for what we had lived through) and we could move on.

As we did, so did our chatting.

No: of course, we didn’t lose contact. We were all a second family to each other and there was no way in hell we’d ever be able to live without each other ever again. Not after what we’ve been through.

We however lost the need to tell each other every little thing and could live on our own. Much like when a child moves out from their parent’s house. The child is used to seeing their parent every single day so the parents (if they are good parents that is) will feel the need that the child writes them every day and the child will feel the need to write and connect every day. But as they learn to be independent, they will lose their need to be connected to their parent and the parents will start trusting the child and not need them to write every day or all the time.

That was the case with us all: Except when it came to Kenji and me.

As unbelievable as it would’ve seemed in the past, we both became best friends. We would send each other stupid memes and laugh about animal videos and Tiktok or vine compilations on Youtube, or, on the other hand of the spectrum, we’d talk through the nightmares we sometimes had about what we lived through and the permanent trauma our time in Jurassic World had caused us. Somehow, we felt the most comfortable talking to each other about that as well as laughing about the same things.

We seemed to have a similar psyche, despite him being extroverted whilst I was introverted and him acting like a jerk to appear cool, whilst I would often refrain from talking and try to appear cold so people wouldn’t know who I was.

But on the insight, when you’d look past that outer shell, it turns out we are very similar people with very similar views. Kind of an opposites attract thing where we both had qualities that we both could benefit from and grow together as a person whilst holding the same principals and morals.

Though quicker than I could blink, that opposites attract thing turned into a huge, massive, enormous, gigantic crush.

I should’ve known that this would happen. Right after I figured it out for myself, I just had to groan. I had always found him very pretty, though I would’ve never admitted that: He had enough of an ego, I didn’t need to feed into that act any more than necessary.

During our adventurous time on the dino-island, I hadn’t had too much time to think about my own feelings. But now that I was safe again in my comfortable home, I had finally realized my dreaded crush.

I didn’t dread it, because it was him. I didn’t even dread it too much because we didn’t live in the same place (though that was quite annoying too). I dreaded it mostly, because of the simple fact that I probably wasn’t his type. And I hated that my first deep friendship with a boy had turned my head upside down after all. But he was just too beautiful not to crush on.

Or maybe I was even in love.

And so, I kept on dreading it, until one crazy day.

I was exiting my school around lunch time on Friday, idly chatting with a bunch of my newfound friends, when I detected a helicopter on the schoolyard.

“No way”, I whispered

“Might that be your little rich boyfriend?”, one of my girl friends asked me teasingly

“Oh shut it”, I gave her a jab in the side but had to giggle nonetheless.

And indeed, it was him. I mean: What other person would make such a grand arrival on a schoolyard?

Kenji had seemed to have detected me and got out of the helicopter.

“Y/Nnnnnnn”, Kenji yelled, stretching my name as he did

“Kenji!”, I screamed back and ran into his arms he opened wide for a loving embrace.

I didn’t care that everyone was looking or that they thought we both were lovers and that this might be a tad bit embarrassing and overboard: I had missed him too much to give a damn.

“Kenj’ my dude, what are you doing here?”, I asked, getting out of our embrace to take a good look at him. He was well dressed and styled as always.

“Sightseeing”, he answered with a sarcastic undertone which made me raise an eyebrow (I of course knew why he was here, it was a rhetorical question), “…Visiting you of course”, he explained anyways, “can’t I miss my best friend?”, he asked and I could feel my cheeks grow red.

Yes… best friend.

“Of course,”, I smiled back, “I missed you too, ya dingus. Though why did you come with the helicopter? Don’t you think it’s a little…much?”

“Well first of all: No, never. Secondly: It’s faster to fly here with the heli, and thirdly: I talked to your parents and they agreed you can come to my crib for the weekend”

“Really? You’re not messing with me?!”

“I swear”, he said, lifting his hand to make the swearing sign to show his uncrossed fingers, “and if you still don’t believe me you can just check your phone”, he added as he had pledged is truthfulness.

I tucked it out of my backpack and there it was: A message from my mom wishing me a good time over at Kenji’s. Plus informing me she had packed me a little luggage that Kenji already had in his helicopter. I wrote her thanks and a heart before facing Kenji again with a content smile.

“Ok then: What are we waiting for? Let’s go!”, I laughed, “Later you guys!”, I turned around to my friends who were giving me cheeky smiles and a thumbs up.

The flight lasted three hours in total. Though it felt like no time at all as Kenji and I caught up on things. And even when we were done with that, we found a way to talk about anything and nothing at all or sometimes even just sit there in a comfortable silence and looking out of the window. I had never flown in a helicopter and was in constant awe of it all. Kenji had made a little bit fun of that and called it “cute” which however made me fluster more than anything else. Him calling anything I do cute just made the butterflies in my stomach swirl like crazy.

We arrived on top of a huge roof that had a designated helicopter landing spot.

“Wow damn. Your house really is big!”

“Y/N: That’s the helicopter Garage”

“WHAT”

As we got out a tall man in a black suit, who carried my luggage, accompanied us through a trap door on the ground down to a huge hall with several helicopters in different colors and sizes.

My mouth was wide agape as I looked at it all.

“And where in the ever-loving f*ck is your real house then?”, I asked

“We are gonna be brought there by the limo in a sec”, he explained as casually as someone saying they were going grocery shopping.

Though that was probably more unusual for anyone in his family than it was for me to drive in a limousine.

We got out of the garage and waited on a small patio. Only a couple of seconds after we had exited, surely enough, a pitch black, perfectly cleaned limo appeared. A chauffeur exited the driver side opening the door, way in the back, “welcome Sir Kenji and Madame. Please enter”, he said in a very British accent and motioned us to get into the car.

“Wow” is all I could say at first but then could muster up a “thank you” without sounding too flabbergasted.

The drive from the helicopter Garage to the actual house (if you could call it that) was only a couple of minutes, but boy what a couple of minutes!

I was looking out of the window yet again. This time I was looking at a huge, very well groomed, garden. It had huge rose bushes, ponds with statues spewing water, a maze… just like you’d imagine the garden of a king to look like.

“Kenji: This is batshit insane. You live in a freaking palace!”, I exclaimed.

“Well: Did you think I was exaggerating when I said I was filthy rich?”

“Yes! Kinda!”, I answered, feeling my voice heighten, still not being able to process the sight before me, “it’s hard to believe that people can live like that”.

At that he just laughed, and we kept on just enjoying our company in silence.

And finally, we truly arrived.

We were let out again by the chauffeur. As I exited, I noticed a red carpet being rolled out in front of me.

I turned to Kenji arching an eyebrow at him.

“A red carpet? Really?”

“What? I just wanted the lady to feel welcome”, he grinned, and I couldn’t but laugh and feel my cheeks redden again.

I everted my eyes from his, because of how flustered I got, but mostly to look at the house… or well: Mansion.

It was a very modern construction. Mostly white and looking futuristic. It was the kind of construction you’d expect a man, owning one or the other huge corporation, to have.

It was almost a disappointing contrast to the old seeming garden, but it was impressive nonetheless. I felt like I had jumped forward in time to the year 2030 or something.

After analyzing the mansion for a bit, we walked towards the dark gray double door that was opened by what seemed to be a sort of butler.

I was now faced with the entrance hall. It was all paved with a grave shiny stone and had a big, golden chandelier on the exaggeratedly high ceiling. In the back of the hall were two gray stairways going up to the left and right with glass barriers. On the front were clothe holders made of ebony wood and hanging hooks made out of fine steel.

“If this visit gets anymore incredible, I’m gonna faint”, I whispered

“Please don’t, ‘cause it will get better, but I’m glad you like it”, he whispered back, and I giggled like a little schoolgirl.

Honestly, I could go on and on about everything he showed me in that building, but that would probably be twenty pages long, so I’m going to summarize with bullet points:

· The west wing, like in Beauty and the Beast, is off limits: Except it’s because Kenji’s father was working there and harboring some kinda lab or something. A little shady if you ask me but I didn’t further question that

· The east wing is full of fun rooms: A swimming pool room, a swimming pool patio outside together with a Shakuzi, a small private cinema room and of course, deep down in the cellar (at least he calls it that, for me it feels more like a casino), the bowling alley.

We spent the most time there, playing round after round where I didn’t let him win. Funny enough (though not the haha kind of funny) he almost cried tears of joy as he lost against me

· The middle part, one could say, had the entrance hall, the kitchen, as well as the living room that had a ginormous couch and a huge 3D Tv with a Nintendo, Xbox and the newest Playstation. We played a couple of games in which I always lost because my parents never allowed me to have a gaming console and thus I was a bit inexperienced with most of the games, except in the case of U-sing: I played that with my ex best friend from primary school when we were little, plus I have a good voice whilst Kenji, well… he could work on his vocals. We however had fun either way.

· And the third segment is the upper rooms with three bathrooms (one of which was Kenji’s), a spa room, a sauna and the bedrooms (that were strangely far apart from each other. A very bad gut feeling told me, that was on purpose).

As we arrived in Kenji’s room, I already saw my small red suitcase laying on the white, very comfortable looking carpet. It was one of those carpets with the long white fur like texture. I sometimes wondered what hid amongst the long fur, but knew in Kenji’s case, this room was kept squeaky clean by his father’s staff so I wouldn’t have to worry about that.

‘The guy cares a little I guess’, I thought as my thoughts wandered to Kenji’s father.

Kenji’s room itself indicated no personality at all. It was extremely odd. It looked like it came right out of a magazine. It had a big bed (usually such a bed a married couple in their 40’s would have), a white, of course, big wardrobe, a black colored dresser with a less impressive, yet still pretty modern Tv and another small dresser beside the bed, that had a very boring looking nighttime lamp on it where you could regulate the light by tapping on the bottom part. And a couple of steps away, parallel to the entrance door, was a big glass wall with an integrated door which led to a wooden balcony that had a small table, two chairs and a sun-umbrella.

‘Or maybe’, I continued the thought from before, ‘he simply cares about his son’s image’.

“Nice room”, I said, so it wouldn’t seem suspicious that I wasn’t as exited this time about what I saw. But I hate hiding the truth and when I try doing what I hate, I don’t come off as a good liar. So, one can imagine: He noticed my hesitation.

“Is something wrong y/n?”, he asked, genuinely concerned, “is there something in here you don’t like? I can remove-“

“No”, I interrupted him, “there is nothing wrong with it. That’s just the thing: It’s immaculate”

“And why is that… bad?”, he asked a bit confused. Not angry confused, but just plain old confused. I felt sorry for him: I simply just think too deeply about things sometimes.

“It’s not bad”, I answered, “I’d just say its extremely weird: Don’t you have any posters you wanna hang up? Or pictures? Photographies of memories with your friends? Books or magazines you like to have at your bedside? It’s just: You have so much personality, I sometimes fear you’ll implode if you fail to show it even for a second. I can’t imagine that you don’t want to decorate your room in any way at all”

“But what if I do?”, Kenji asked, though his confused expression had turned into a cold glare that made me wish he would look confused again. I felt a lump built in my throat and my heart race in fear. Not because I was scared of him: But more so of what he was trying to hide by pretending.

“Kenji”, I said softly, letting a concerned frown adorn my face, “it’s ok. I’m your best friend. You can talk to me about it. And before you ask: I know what this is all about as much as you know that I know. But I won’t say it because at the end of the day, it’s your choice, but just know: I’m there for you, I won’t judge”

There was a moment of deafening silence as Kenji seemed to contemplate whether he should react defensive and angry, that I brought it up, or tell the truth.

I was glad when I could visibly see his guard drop as he looked at me with saddened eyes.

It was heartbreaking, but I’d rather have that than a stupid fight. I’d rather have that, than him being arrogant and prideful, trying to push me away as he had in the very beginning in Jurassic World.

He sat down on his bed, and I right beside him, looking at him concerned as he stared on the floor.

“You’re right: It is because of my father.”, he began, “You see: He wants me to become like him. Keep the business going. I’m like the first born to a king. And so, he decided there was no room for me to be too much of an individual at some point. He wanted not only the house to always look presentable in case one of his strange buddies appeared, but also for me to start being presentable. It only got worse after I failed algebra. He pushed the role of being him more.

My father might not be the worst: He does gift me a lot of things, makes sure my room is clean and that I get transported to whatever place I want with whatever vehicle I want and buys me whatever I desire. But it’s a disguise, you see? Trying to cover up that I’m just a trophy. Just the predecessor. He wants me to favor and admire him so that I will be him one day. He doesn’t care about me like a dad cares about his son. We are no family”, his voice got quiet as he tried hiding his tears. I said nothing and decided to just embrace him. I felt him become weak in my arms and sob so touchingly, I almost cried with him.

A few minutes passed before his crying became hiccups and eventually quieted down.

“I’m sorry”, I murmured, “I shouldn’t have brought this up”

“No”, he answered, his voice still veiled in a layer of sadness, “it felt good. I haven’t cried like this in years. Thank you”

“You’re welcome”, I softly spoke back. I was glad he had relieved himself of that sadness he had seemed to hold in. I also immediately felt that this had also been the thing to finally have us come closer.

After that, we figured we watch something lighthearted to cheer us up again.

It was a rom com called ‘L.A. story’ we both found very amusing.

Though at some point, as the love story came to its highpoint, I noticed my mind drifting away into a side space in my brain, where suddenly the main characters were him and me.

My cheeks reddened for the third time that day (I almost feared he’d think I got a fever) and I could swear I felt his hand in mine… wait.

Was that real?

My gaze travelled from the screen to my hand and really: His hand was in mine.

Was that an accident or intentional?

‘Screw it! It’s now or never’, I thought as I felt daring for once.

I inched closer and leaned onto his shoulder. My heart was racing a hundred miles per hour it seemed as I waited for what his reaction would be. At first, he got stiff, but then everything happened at once and it happened fast. He lifted his head to look at me and I looked back into his deep, dark brown eyes and in one motion he leaned in and… kissed me.

At first, I couldn’t believe it, I was frozen in place, but soon enough before it could get awkward for him, I leaned in as well. Though I decided to just stay put and let my lips feel his carefully: It was my first kiss after all, I didn’t want to ruin it by getting sloppy.

We staid like that for a couple of seconds before deciding to part.

“You like me too?”, is the first thing I asked, amazed by what just happened.

“What are you talking about? I’ve liked you since I saw you! You are the one who likes me too”, he answered. My eyes first widened but then I couldn’t but laugh out loud.

“And I always thought I wasn’t your type”, I admitted flustered at his words.

“Really? You are a pretty, talented girl with a super nice personality and you didn’t think you were my type?”

“I mean, I always assumed you’d be more into the mermaid type”, at that he raised an eyebrow and let out a sigh with a single laugh

“You are mermaid enough for me y/n”, he said, cupping my face with his right hand, putting a hair strand behind my right ear, “you are better, even”

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kekoma · 4 years ago

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— futakuchi as your boyfriend.

sour gummies? sour gummies. hope you enjoy.

oh look another side character that isn’t talked about much but let me just say... he should be just a bit.

futakuchi has so much potential even if he’s really on the sideline.

although i’m sure his simps didn’t come to hear me rant about him.

kenji being your boyfriend? a literal dream come true.

before i really start talking about him dating you, i want to point out that when you two weren’t together— he would CONSTANTLY flirt with you.

after he logically going over that his feelings for you are real, your personality matching his and overall just the basic so he knows that he isn’t setting himself up for soon to be ruined relationship after a few weeks or maybe a month.

has had his fair share of being in relationships and caught on that some of the lovers he weren’t entirely honest.

meaning they only showcased a side that they only wanted him to see yet around others— it was a complete 180 and different from what they presented to him.

that alone is something kenji dislikes since he’s the kind of guy who likes to go after those who are honest with themselves and unfiltered.

plus commitment to him is rather big. bigger than his concern about getting his wisdom teeth pulled out.

really just keeps testing the water with you and making sure that he actually falling for the real you.

anyways, when he flirts with you it wasn’t the type of flirting that had extremely bad hints that confirmed he liked you.

no no no. futakuchi here is bold so his flirting was direct and easy to pick up that he took a huge liking to you.

everyone near you two could already sense it. even those who are extremely slow when it comes to picking up hints could actually tell as well.

the whole atmosphere was basically heavy mutal pinning. too much actually but that’s a whole story for another time.

just know kenji = big bold energy all around.

are we surprised by this though? nope.

his personality has already exposed him before so nothing to be shocked about really.

definitely put in his all to win your heart over once he confirmed to himself that he wants you apart of his life and he wants to be apart of yours as well.

pulled out all his charm cards, always kept you company (when he wasn’t hanging around aone), occasionally would poke fun/tease you whenever he saw an opening to do so and much more.

bonus points if you can actually keep up with his energy because if you weren’t able to then his attempt to make you his would have left.

leaving the crush phase, we’re now talking about the dating phase.

still keeps his playful attitude with you because he likes joking and keeping a smile on your face all year round.

so arguments between you two don’t ever occur.

however if they happen occur then i hate to say it... but it’s gonna take him a while to apologize. likes to give you both time before coming together and fixing the issue.

kenji does his best to avoid fights anyways. no need to worry about it much <3

immediately want to say that he pays a lot of attention towards you and keeps track by making mental notes.

if you’re ever in a bad mood but don’t want to verbally say it then best believe— he already knows from your body language.

also you can’t try hiding it since again, he pays attention to you. very close attention at that too.

ever told him about a certain item you always wanted or hinted at? already on it. all you gotta do is check the location he sent you to get what you asked/hinted for.

although it you don’t hint/ask for it then he’s still gonna buy it for you and gift it to you.

overall, studying you helps kenji understands you better.

whether you verbally tell him or physically show it, he picks it up and finds himself falling for you more than before.

side fact: he loves when you verbally tell him things. doesn’t even have to be about you in general.

accepts any and every topic because he loves hearing your voice along with how your body moves too when talking (meaning you either talk with your hands, make certain facial expressions and other stuff. overall very expressive movements)

also an great listener which is another reason for why he enjoys listening to you.

“did you know, kangaroo pouches are furry inside? it’s literally pink and furless babe... pink and furless. their nipples are also inside there too.”

“i— when did you discover that love?”

“when it appeared on my recommendation on YouTube.”

“and you watched it...? the whole video?”

“well yeah. i was curious about it and it was super late at night.”

“... what else did you learn about kangaroos?”

proceed to teach him everything you learned from that video. he’s not gonna complain or see it as weird because he’s suddenly interested in it as well.

but even if the topic isn’t random or adding more to your personality; kenji loves hearing about your emotions but if you ask him for emotional advice— it’s gonna be a bit difficult.

really isn’t the type

vvv supportive.

lemme say it again but in caps— VVV SUPPORTIVE.

is the type of boyfriend who gives his 100% support and even goes out of his way to help you archive whatever you desire in life.

wanna become a model and unsure about it? kenji here is already hyping you up while searching for good cameras so he can be your personal photographer.

even looks up videos on poses that could help get you in the groove.

and how to edit them to your liking as well.

futakuchi loves knowing he has the ability to lead you to a brighter future when it comes to your desires and watch you flourish.

we stan and love that about him.

extremely loyal.

has never given any girl the same attention and energy he gives you.

no matter how pretty they are or if their personality is considered bomb— his heart only beats for you and that’s final.

so you never have to worry he might leave you for someone better or become insecure.

gonna briefly discuss nicknames.

his top nicknames for you are; love, baby/babe, cutie, flower and occasionally gorgeous.

as for pda, the energy is the same in both departments. not shame in holding hands, kissing you anywhere on your face, cuddling you and all the good stuff.

actually loves showing physical affection and if anyone calls him a simp for it then he’s not afraid to admit it.

and dates? whew the best.

most dates with kenji is actually chill and normally consistent of getting sweets.

he does take a liking to sour gummies so don’t be surprised when he takes you out to the bakery, candy factories and anything along those lines.

however when he isn’t taking you there then he’s skiing you to sneak out so you two can drive around aimlessly or walk to the convenient store to pick up some candy.

gonna end this short before i blow a circuit in my brain but dating futakuchi is dope. promise the relationship is never dull and he’ll always keep you happy.

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shhhlikeme · 4 years ago

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“Losty Aone” / “Losty Mountain Man🏔” Series:

Outtake Collection #17: (NSFW)

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A/N: taglist, I did not post one with the last marathon so check if you missed collections 13-15 |

I had a lot of difficulty posting this so if it seems unfinished and you don’t see the taglist please let me know!

Also, MATURE CONTENT BELOW! NSFW!

TABLE OF CONTENTS

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Poor Aone………………………………………’s sexual composure. 🥵🤯🤸‍♂️

That following Friday, In the calm Date Tech Hallway….

Like a hurricane, Kenji and a kanji ran over to Aone-san out of breath.

“Aone!!!”

Used to his best friends being storms at home and at school, he turned to them at his locker. “Yes? Are you two okay?”

Kenji made a dismissive gesture with his hand. “—Just dandy. We’re fine. But you’re not. Or, you won’t be. You’re supposed to help Y/N with her tryout video today right??!!!”

Aone’s heart picked up speed, thinking about being alone with you again. He nodded. “Yes. Why? Is she alright?”

“Cancel it.”

Beside Kenji, Kanji bounced on his own two feet, repeating the brunette with wide eyes. “Cancel it, cancel it, cancel it!”

Aone looked confused. His best friends knew how much this plan meant to him, which included getting closer to you as a step, so he didn’t understand. Besides, they’d just spoken about it this morning and everything was fine.

“I don’t understand…” Takanobu tilted his head to the side curiously.

Kenji huffed. “Just trust us!!”

“Give me your phone Aone-senpai, I’ll call Y/N and cancel for you!!!” Kogane shouted, bustling in between the two of them to search Aone’s open locker…… for his phone, no doubt.

Aone stepped to the side so that the setter could search his locker, knowing his phone was in his pocket. “Kogane-san, please calm down. Is anyone hurt or injured?”

His friends looked frazzled as hell.

“No one is fucking hurt, you big giant. Just trust us when we say you need to cancel helping her film her stupid thing. Tell her to get a camera stand or pay one of the film geeks or something—“

“No.” Aone growled unintentionally. He didn’t mean to, he just really disliked the idea of another guy spending hours with the love of his life. Hewanted to help her. Aone removed the venom from his next words. “I want to see her, Futakuchi-san. You know that. What has gotten into you two—“

Kenji pinched the bridge of his nose, interrupting. “—Kusa said..... that apparently, Y/N’s cheer uniform had an issue with the order. The University—our University— sent her a uniform that’s a size or two too small. But she still has to submit her freaking audition in it and then they’ll apparently send her a new one, so—“

“I’ve seen Y/N in a cheerleading uniform before.” Aone stated calmly, feeling better now that he knows you weren’t involved in some incident or something. “You both really expect me to cancel on Y/N because of that?” Ridiculous, Aone wanted to add, but he didn’t. He tried his best to ignore, however, the way he felt a small stir in his lower belly because he recalled seeing you in the normal Date Teko cheer uniform. Not only is that cheer uniform what you were wearing the first time he ever laid eyes on you, but every male in this school—including the Mountain Man—thought you looked unbelievably hot in it.

Before you noticed him, Aone almost ran into a pole once because he specifically saw you stretching in uniform outdoors with your team. Kenji pulled him from the pole’s path in the knick of time.

Another time, When you were dating, Aone had gotten a huge boner after school just because he had received a text from him asking if your bra was showing through your white cheer top, with an attached photo of your chest. It was, in fact, transparent and Aone couldn’t think straight for the rest of his own practice. Coach was really mad at him that day….

Anyway, the point is that Aone has seen you in your attractive cheer uniform plenty of times. Perhaps his friends forgot?

“Aone-san, we can tell her that you’re sick, or that there is a family emergency or something, come—“ Kenji grabbed his best friend’s arm, steering him toward the exit. Aone let his friend turn him so that he does’t over exert himself like he usually did when he tried to move the all-muscle man, but he stopped just before they blocked the exit.

‘Aone! TRUST ME. You cannot handle—“

“—I can and I will. Kenji. Please let me g—“

Just then, you entered through the exit doors a few feet away that Kenji was about to lead you out of, cutting Takanobu off and immediately heading his way.

“Oh, hey, Aone! There you are!”

Aone:

Aone Takanobu can truly say—if he could speak—that he will never even question Futakuchi again.

Kenji whistled under his breath when he saw you too. “Too late.” he muttered, folding his arms and a blush setting in. “See you at home.!” The brunette yelled as he grabbed Kanji, who was still searching the white haired’s locker—with one hand, using his other to plug his nose because was trickling a bit of blood.

Upon seeing you, Aone felt as if all of the air in his lungs had been shaken out of his body like a damn salt shaker. He had to physically rub his eyes to make sure they were functioning correctly, and after he did that and you were still walking towards him, Aone pinched his own forearm, hard.

Still, you were walking toward him.

Fuck. This is real then.

Holy mother of God, Aone thought in a panic. This isn’t a wet dream?! It can’t be. He’s never seen that uniform on you before.

You stopped in front of Aone, ignoring the handful of boys that were drooling over you in your potential new post secondary school uniform.

“Ugh. I said medium, not extra small. If I didn’t need a scholarship to make up for my grades, I wouldn’t go to this damn school. Just for this.” You grumbled, walking right past Aone to his locker that was left wide open. Without thinking, you reached inside and collected his huge Date Tech Volleyball jacket, swinging it over your shoulder and zipping it up. Aone had so many of these, and you loved them. You could practically hear the collective disappointed-male groan when you covered yourself completely. It reached the bottom of your kneecaps.

When your eyes fluttered closed in pleasure because you were wrapped up in the most incredible warmth and scent in the world—Aone’s—you realized you had basically just performed theft, you looked down at your white cheer shoes sheepishly. “Oh my gosh. Sorry, Aone. Habit, I guess.” You apologized, too nervous to look up at him. Horny Mountain Man was in no position to respond coherently anyway, even if he didn’t want you wearing his stuff.

Which, for the record, always makes me happy as fuck.

Water. He thought. Water is what always helps in times like this.

“Please, second.” Aone blurted, turning quickly to speed walk down the hallway to the nearest water fountain. It was tucked away in a corner to where he was hidden, so Aone alternated between taking big, big, very big gulps and splashing water on his face. Repeat.

You were wearing a form-fitting yellow cheer uniform. It said Pirates across the chest that it squeezed, exposed your entire stomach, and then yellow met your waist again in a really short pleated skirt (skort) that was barely covering your ass. Just seeing you in it for two seconds before you put on his jacket alone made Aone store that visual in his spank bank for tonight. Uh, for tonight x3.......or tonight x4........and then tomorrow morning, ……because the way that uniform fit you made him fantasize about doing every position in it….... ugh, Aone splashed more water on his face again.

Back at Aone’s locker alone, You were so embarrassed in this uniform. You look like an absolute fool in a uniform so tiny, what the fuck?

Hearing a group of hurried footsteps coming from your left, from your two places you both turned to see a group of the biggest fuckboys in the school turning down this hall, searching for what Aone just knew was you with expectant expressions, positively gutted when they saw a giant jacket on you.

You narrowed your eyes at the group in a glare, giving them a sickeningly sweet smile. “Hi, Fuck off 😊🖕.”

“Heya to you too, Y/N.” Said the guy you briefly gave a chance to before you met a real man like Aone. The baseball player. He had such a disgusting grin on his face, as if he was looking to bring you home or something. As if.

Seemingly correct in deciphering what his look means, You had to hold down your lunch when he said, “Good luck with your online tryouts today. Care to show us that new uniform of yours?” He wiggled his eyebrows at you.

“Nope, thanks. I just want to send my audition tape and solidify my future never seeing your ass again.” You snapped back.

“Ouch, Y/N. We just heard it’s tryouts for the cheer squad today, and wanted to give all you ladies our sincerest thanks for being what awoke our hormones in first year. Is that so bad?”

“Gross. You’re disgusting.”

“And you’re newly single, right? C’mon, I’m leaving the country after graduation for baseball. Consider it a parting gift,” The baseball player licked his lips and took one tiny step toward you. “I can stretch it out for you,”

Takanobu—who was frozen in horny-for-Y/N-mode by the water fountain—was snapped out of it as soon as a threatening movement was made toward you.

Aone understands very well that this was not a good position for any female to be in, but especially not the most important female in his life.

Immediately, he was in front of you, completely shielding you from the other boys behind his broad, muscular body.

Not knowing how the fuck this giant man can move that fast again, you couldnt help the breath of relief that left you, knowing you didn’t have to fight this battle anymore. Your knight has arrived. Your ex-knight. ☹️

“I’m sure you all have something else to do this afternoon.” Aone stated, trying to be as civil as possible.

The baseball player threw his head back and laughed. “I definitely do…..but she’s just a regular student, not a cheerleader…… so it can wait. Oh, and—totally forgot to welcome you to the dumped-by-a-hot-cheerleader club—we’re all in it.” The baseball player gestured toward the group of boys he was in and they all laughed.

Aone felt his heart break a bit, but his anger didn’t allow him to falter. Girlfriend or not, these boys didn’t respect the love of his life or any female in this school, and it was obvious. Nothing made him more upset.

“Come on bro, tell her to take off the jacket, we all wanna see her new uniform—“ the creep tried taking a step around Aone to get to you, so Aone stepped forward blocking that path, pulling you behind him again.

“Take one more step toward her.” Aone growled in the smoothest voice. You couldn’t see it, but from experience with creeps trying to hit on you when you were together, you could tell Aone had his absolutely terrifying expression on and fit didn’t even mean to. The biggest teddy bear... that turned into your tough grizzly without the tiniest bit of hesitation if it meant protecting you.

“I dare you.” Aone added, for good measure.

Needless to say, like always, the group of creepos saw how serious this giant could be, and then scurried away faster than they came.

It turns out they’re not a fan of Aone’s dares.

You resisted every nerve in your body from acting on your instincts and grabbing Takanobu and kissing him as thanks for protecting you. Fuck, you just fell deeper in love with the man and if we are being g honest, hearing him become so respectfully protective like that, not only made your heart clench but your pussy clench as well.

Aone turned to you and bowed in apology for speaking for you.

You waved him off and thanked him wising words as you physically pressed your thighs together to keep yourself from throwing yourself on your ex and begging him to fuck your brains out like you wanted him to. Like he always did. Truth be told, you are so turned on.

Needing fresh air, right the fuck now—you grabbed Aone’s arm and he allowed you to pull him outside to the empty football field since school was over.

You found a small corner where you’d be hidden from prying eyes and it was a flat enough green surface for jumps and tumbling passes, so you liked it. you asked your beautiful Ex if it was fine to set up here for the audition. Daylight hit the area perfectly.

Takanobu nodded, but then a slight blush fell over his face and you didn’t follow exactly why that was. “What is it?” You ask, using your hand as a visor.

“Ummm,… this spot is fine Y/N. But I just realized that I forgot my flash in the photography studio.”

You shrugged. “Oh! That’s it? Okay, that’s fine. I can just wait here and start stretching.”

Aone’s pale cheeks darkened even more. You tried not to swoon. Oh my gosh he looked cute! But you still didn’t get why forgetting his flash made him so shy.

“Aone, what is it? Is there something wrong?”

Takanobu looked away, willing himself to speak with conviction. “No, I apologize again. It’s just….” He willed himself to meet your eyes, because that’s what his plan told him to do. “Do you mind accompanying me? Uh, to retrieve the flash? I can carry everything, that’s not a problem, but— I just don’t feel comfortable leaving you out here alone just in case that group comes back and I’m not around.”

You inside:

You sucked in a breath, trying so so sooo fucking hard not to shout how much you loved this man! If you were still dating, you would tackle him and showering his face with kisses right now, then probably tug him somewhere so you could drop to your knees and suck the soul out of his dick—that’s how much you loved him.

“Oh, that’s so sweet.” You nodded, pressing your thighs together as you walked his side, in his jacket.

***

2 hours later, Aone is almost done filming your tryout tape.

In the beginning, He managed to distract himself on his phone while you stretched, only stealing glances at you when you were in your splits (at which time Aone accidentally bit his tongue).

Then the middle section of filming wasn’t sooo bad, you had to tell the camera about yourself—in which Aone thought you looked so pretty and thought you didn’t list enough of your good qualities, but he wouldn’t interject to tell you that— he filmed you doing a few technical jumps, some sideline hand-only cheers that you yelled out, and a few tumbling passes, which Aone was able to handle if he was thinking about dead squirrels like Futakuchi taught him. But that was as far as the dead squirrel strategy went for him. It had served its purpose and now Aone was running out of steam, because you had just completed the flyer positions section: where you had to contort your amazing body in flexible positions that literally made his urges to fuck you hard come back, God damnit…

Even though that was tough, Takanobu had a plan to follow and it included being able to spend time with you like this, so he had to put on a brave face and endure it. He was so proud of himself so far—even if he had to overheat in the volleyball sweater he had to put on to hide his protruding cock. It was sunny, not hot, which is good. And it did a great job hiding his crotch, so he wouldn’t dare take it off.

But truth be told, a part of Aone Takanobu felt absolutely foolish for not taking his friend’s offer earlier and cancelling on you. If seeing a cheerleading uniform on you in the past almost made him walk into a pole, I don’t think anyone could imagine how seeing you in a much sexier, college cheerleader uniform that is 2 sizes too small makes him feel now. Fuck.

During the final portion of your tryout video, you had to showcase the choreography they taught you, and well, Aone was…………. He was……………

He was……………………

A/N: Imma try to just come out and say it.

During your dance segment…………………

You are of course, wearing that tiny new uniform, and Mountain Man is so fucking in love and horny for you, and you were also horny so you were unintentionally giving him bedroom eyes, and your dance for the tryout was semi provocative, and you are so flexible and bendy, slightly sweaty from over exertion, and did Aone mention that you are wearing that tiny uniform????

Yeah, this white haired beauty was going to cum untouched.

Why? How? Well:

“So, Aone, for this part, I need you to tell me how I’m doing, Okay? I know you don’t know cheer very well but just in this dance section if I look sloppy or Im going too fast, I’d appreciate the feedback since my future relies on this. Is that Okay?”

The white haired beauty grunted in agreement, the sound actually hurting his throat because it was so dry.

You smiled at him sweetly.

You looked so fucking cute, LostyAone.exe stopped working.

“I need you to make sure the camera is getting my entire body, Okay? So that the judges can judge my footwork too. Can you pan down to make sure you’re comfortable with the movement?

Using the camera, Aone panned down liked you asked and nearly died. He was glad his eyes were hidden behind the camera because they just about fell the fuck out when he caught a really good glimpse of your delectable ass under your cheer skirt. Inside his brain, dozens of little control-panel Aone’s erupted in chaos, running around his brain with towels trying to blow out the raging inferno in there.

SHE IS SO FUCKING SEXY, His mind yelled at him, as if he needed any more of a reminder. TOO SEXY, it repeated, and Aone’s dick twitched angrily in his pants.

DEAD SQUIRRELS. DEAD SQUIRRELS. DEAD—OH, SHE’S SMILING AT US.

Takanobu briefly thought about the fact that this footage was only going to be seen by your prospective cheer captains, coaches, and himself— but he couldn’t help but wonder how he was going to edit all of this together in the time frame he promised he would with only one hand. The incessant desire he had to pump his cock to the look of you in that tiny uniform was practically all-consuming. So when he has to stare at constant footage of you alone in his room this weekend, well............. he’d probably need to take more breaks than he’s willing to admit. He needed this to end, and quick.

“So there is one move, Aone, that I need you to make sure that part gets a tiny close-up of. It’s this part where I flip why hair like this, then I have to run my hands from my neck dowwwwwwwn my body slowly and back up to do a mini chest pump… but that move I am switching it to a mini chest squeeze…, because the coach said she wants her team this year to have a lot of sex appeal and the ability to make the dances their own, so I thought I’d add that to show her I have what she’s looking for. What do you think?”

Wait, Sex appeal? Chest squeeze? As in, squeeze your breasts?! Like how? And Did Y/N just insinuate that she needs more sex appeal ? More than she already…….………..huh🥵? Aone gulped in disbelief. If you had any more sex appeal, Y/N……….. he wanted to tell you. I’d be an absolute dead man. He already was.

You took Mountain Man’s silence as confusion. “Do you not get what I’m saying? Here, I’m thinking something like this.”

And then, if things weren’t bad enough, you showed this poor poor hanging-on-by-a-single-thread-of-composure Aone—the move that you’re referring to in slow motion so that he could recognize it in the dance:

Takanobu was going to lose his mind. Inside, he was all:

And he couldn’t stop thinking about the fact that he has what you just did on film.

Aone’s dick throbbed relentlessly in his uniform pants, practically having a pounding heart attack of its own. Luckily, it was hidden under his jacket, telling him loud and clear that this was all he could handle from under there.

“Umm,” Aone started shakily, turning his back to you and scanning the field. He thanked the heavens because he saw the girls entire soccer team starting practice really close to where they were filming, so if anything were to happen and those boys came back to bother you, you could just walk right over to the big group and the coaches. He wouldn’t be gone long anyway.

Not with how worked up he was.

Not even remembering what excuse he made because all of his brain blood resided in his cock right now, whether he said he needed to go to the bathroom or fucking Pluto he doesn’t know—but he finds comfort in the fact that whatever he said, you responded unsuspectingly, saying,

“Oh Okay, sure! I needed a break anyway!” you plopped down on the grass in fatigue.

Good.

Everything in Aone’s mind was a blur until he was inside one of the stalls in the empty boys volleyball locker room, his right hand down his pants before he could even think to unbutton or pull down a zipper, stroking his needy length.

“Ohhhh my God,” Aone sighed, using the immense amount of pre cum on his dick as lubrication. His dick was twitching in his palm as he stroked.

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck,” chanted the middle blocker who does NOT use profanity regularly, shutting his eyes as tight as they could go. Immediately, images of you met the inside of his dark lids, especially this image: over and over and over.

So horny he wasnt even thinking clearly, Mountain Man immediately reached for his camera hanging on a necklace around his neck with one large hand. He immediately scrolled to the dance footage and moaned when your beautiful face and figure met the screen. He stroked himself through the dance you just did that wasn’t even the official dance yet, lidded eyes staring at your pretty face and amazing body in that fucking uniform. A hand job has never felt so knee-buckling.

He replayed the footage.

She’s so hot. Stroke harder. Rewind. Replay. She’s so fucking hot. Stroke faster. Rewind. Replay. She’s so UNBELIEVABLY fucking hottttttttttt. Fuck my hand. Replay, replay, replay.

Within 50 seconds of starting, Aone was releasing so hard into his hand that he was grateful the camera was around his neck because the force of his orgasm made it slip out of this hand.

Breathing heavily as if he had just run a fucking marathon, it was only one more minute later that Aone felt himself hardening again, thinking of you and needing another release. Home. His dick chanted. He needed to go home. Takanobu was so horny for you that he guiltily fantasized about taking the bra you left at his house all that time ago out so that he could paint it white and possibly fuck it, but he somehow thought that was disrespectful and felt a little ashamed for thinking of you so inappropriately while looking at your footage, so he decided not to do that again. Mountain Man cleaned up with a napkin, but didn’t move to leave just yet. He knew himself better than that, so he wrapped his hand around his pre cum lubed cock again, just waiting.

He loved you for so much more than just your physical appearance—Aone knew that—but sometimes how hot you were put him through a loop. Clearly, considering he’d just jerked himself off in his locker room in 55 seconds and was ready to do it again. Unbelievable. You are breathtakingly beautiful.

I can’t believe Y/N….. gave me a chance— What could the most beautiful woman in the world have seen in me? What am I doing trying to get her back, have I SEEN HER? As Aone was greeted with his self-deprecating thoughts again, he thought about your gorgeous face. This made Takanobu began thrusting up into his wet hand impatiently.

She’s so caring. And so loving. And such a force to be reckoned with, God I want to put a ring on her finger and cherish her forever.

Even his self deprecating thoughts couldn’t take him out of how far gone he already was, he almost forgot that he actually had to take off his pants unless he wanted to ruin them completely and chance you seeing him walk back out with a giant cum stain.

With an upsetting growl because his pleasure had to wait a millisecond, Aone roughly unbuttoned, unzipped, and shoved down his pants and boxers, moving so that when he came it would aim where he wanted it to down the toilet. His hand found his aching cock again and he resumed pumping, Aone squeezing at the base and tip and fucking his own fist. He felt just as worked up as the time you relentlessly teased him while studying, but this time you hadn’t even touched him once. He couldn’t believe it.

But then, well, he remembered it was you, so he could.

He loved you for years without you even knowing his name, so logically he knows that seeing you bend and bounce and do the splits in a small cheerleading uniform can easily make him cum in his pants unprovoked.

I want to make love to her soooo badly, Aone thought, feeling a little guilty for thinking of his ex so lewdly. I’d stick my cock so deep inside her unmatched pussy and hear her moan my name so loud until she was having one of her hard shuddering orgasms around me that Aone always managed to give that made his thrusts stutter, fuck fuck fuck. Aone thought about moving those tiny shorts that are connected to your skirt aside and pounding into your tight hole, pinching your nipples and sucking a hickey on your sweet skin. Ugh, he was practically pounding into his first now. It almost hurt, but hurt in a good way. He needed this. There is absolutely no better feeling in the world than being inside you, so he tried to remember it and pretend that’s what he was doing to the best of his ability to throw himself over the edge faster. It worked. His entire body trembled.

Aone bit his juicy bottom lip, actively keeping growls in his chest because he felt so carnal. He wanted you soooooooooo bad, and if you two were still together right now and you verbally agreed, thrice—you’d be in this stall with him, your legs wrapped around his waist as he,— oh god, just the mere flash-thought of you in here with him made Aone thrust into his hand even harder, thinking about your perfect ass under that small yellow skirt, how perfect your tits would look when you freed them out from under that constricting small cheer top (but kept the skirt on), and he thought about how wrecked you’d look because you both knew such a big guy like Aone would need at least three or four rounds until he was sated and you were always so fucking willing for him—

Aone let out a growl he’d been holding in as he immersed himself in the dreams, thinking about how fuck-hot you are when you dance, how amazing your breath sounds when its short and calling his name, the look of that chest squeeze and peek-a-boo’s you practically killed him with out there—and not before long Mountain Man was subject to an array of pleasure zaps shooting from his groin up his spine, making Aone close his mouth and let out a pretty loud “MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM..” As he shot cum after cum, spritz after spritz, into the toilet. His second orgasm was so intense that he needed to grab the top of the stall wall next to him with his clean hand to keep himself upright, because his knees were shaking.

Trying to catch his breath and calm down, Aone stayed in the bathroom for a few minutes until his heart beat regulated somewhat. Even though it felt like forever, it had only been maybe 5 minutes since he’d left you on the field chilling. Not enough time for you to even believe that he was pleasuring himself. It couldn’t have been enough time.

Takanobu cleaned up in a hurry—washing his hands four times before returning to you, feeling a little bit lighter—but not enough to say he is satisfied. Considering the fact that he didn’t have sex, Mountain Man would need a few more rounds with his hand to be satisfied. Mountain Man is a big guy and even though he is the kindest person on earth and thinks about buying you flowers and holding your hand, when he’s horny he needs a lot to satiate that hunger.

***

Aone returned to you only 6 minutes after he left, and right away you made his dick semi-hard again, looking so beautiful when you accepted his apology.

“Don’t worry about it, Aone. If I haven’t said it enough.... I really appreciate your help. Is there anything I can do to repay you?”

Takanobu bit back a groan because yes, there was a lot you could do to repay him. Starting with giving him one more chance..... but he couldn’t ask that of you. In any case, he knew what the answer would be right now.

“No, I’d like nothing in return. I am glad I could help a friend, Y/N.” he offered you a slight smile that made you feel all fuzzy inside.

You wanted to melt, he is so sweet, even after you shattered his heart. Your heart was swelling and you couldn’t wait to leave him, just so that you could go home to cry your eyes out for the man you let go of.

“We should finish. It’s getting late.” You collected your emotions and shook out your limbs to prepare yourself for the last section of your tryout video.

***

You performed the dance section even sexier than Aone could’ve imagined, and it made Mountain Man absolute putty. Due to the events that took place in the locker room not too long ago, Aone was able to get past his horny mind numb to recognize that his heart was exploding for you—for other reasons. His heart was bursting due to pride.

He was so proud of you.

You weren’t his girlfriend anymore, but you were still an absolute inspiration to him in that you always chased your dreams. Here he was, giving up volleyball, and here you are—killing your own audition in an uncomfortable costume. Wow. Aone would be sure to edit the most amazing tryout video for you to the best of his ability so that the team would be absolute fools not to give you a scholarship. If you didn’t get it, he’d find some weird way of secretly paying for your schooling anyway, if it came down to it. He loved you that much. But he just knew you’d make it.

When the last take was filmed and all was said and done, Aone was both positively enamoured and positively hard, of course. You looked beyond sexy and flushed, and when he gave you his water and you drank it, some droplet missed your mouth, skidding down your cheek and disappearing into your cleavage. Mountain Man just about needed to run back to the bathroom at that point, but it was time to go home anyway.

You changed and Kusa picked you up, waving to Aone and thanking him with a hug before leaving.

Aone sat in his car for 5 minutes once you left, his eyes closed and his head resting on the headrest, just trying to figure out how he would live with these feelings. He didn’t know if he could. A million questions jumped to the forefront of his mind:

How could someone be so beautiful, so perfect in every way to him?

What did you even see in him the first time?

Is it even worth it to try again?

What happens if his plan fails?

What would he do?

And, because his dick wanted to throw in a question as well: How fucking amazing did you look today?

Is it even possible to be this attracted to someone? Fuck.

Aone’s dick twitched in his pants as thoughts of your pretty smile while you cheered tonight filled his mind, alerting him once more that he has suffered through enough for a lifetime and he needs release again.

Aone raced home after that, unable to get your brilliant laugh and your perfect ass in that skirt out of his mind the entire time.

He’s a mess.

An aroused, lovesick, unmistakably heartbroken mess.

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Your Skirt Is So Short

Fanfiction:

Kiryuuin Shou x Kyan Yutaka (Golden Bomber)

Note: It’s Yutaka’s birthday today! (^-^) The fic is based on the song “Kimi no sukaato ga mijikakute” from the last album. Also, WARNING! There is a full on sex scene in there. The kinky kind, with Yutaka in a skirt. The first half is normal, though, so you can read up until the confession without being scared :D

Shou was in suspense.

Suspiciously he eyed the bare thigh, that was almost touching him.

Why did they even sell skirts this short? Was it okay to wear something like this in public? One wrong movement and the world would be able to see panties. Not that Shou was thinking about the panties beneath that skirt. Though he had to admit, that those were some pretty sexy thighs, objectively speaking. They were well shaped and the skin looked so even and smooth and Shou caught himself thinking that …

“Oi, pervert! What you looking at?!”, Yutaka shouted and nudged him with his elbow.

He didn’t have to speak quite so loudly, since he was sitting right next to Shou, but he did anyway.

“Isn’t that skirt too short?”, Shou said scolding. “People will think you are a pervert for wearing it!”

He managed to look up into Yutaka’s face. His face was irritating, too.

The makeup around his eyes look more delicate today. He was wearing lip gloss. Long hair was framing his face.

As long as he kept shut, he looked like a cute girl. A cute girl, that Shou would go out with, even if the thought was somehow disturbing to him. Fortunately, it was nearly impossible for Kyan Yutaka to keep shut.

“Eh?! Me?! A pervert?!”, he shouted and then paused to laugh. “Yeah, sounds about right.”

Shou snorted and rolled his eyes, checking on the camera team. He didn’t know what was taking them so long today. He couldn’t wait to change into more comfortable clothes. And to see Yutaka change into other clothes as well. Right now, Shou wished he could put a pair of pants onto him. Or wrap him up in a blanket or something, so people wouldn’t be able to see his legs like this. And by people, Shou mostly meant himself. He really needed to get laid, when even the sight of Yutaka’s legs already threw him off balance so much.

“Ah, what’s taking them so long?”, Yutaka whined.

Shou noticed that Yutaka’s voice always sounded slightly different when he was dressed as a woman, but he couldn’t quite place what it was about it that changed. His voice sounded high, but then Yutaka didn’t exactly have a deep speaking voice to begin with, so he was clearly not talking high pitched on purpose. When Shou dressed up as a woman for their shows, he always felt the need to talk gentler, a little more in character with what he deemed the female nature. Yutaka clearly did not speak gentler. His way of talking was still brash and loud, but where it usually was just aggression, it was now aggression and a soft pout. Shou thought it sounded cute somehow. Slightly scary, because he wasn’t used to women being so very … much of whatever Yutaka was, but cute nonetheless.

“They’re probably still searching for the rest of your skirt, before we can get started”, Shou observed dryly.

Yutaka laughed.

Even his laughter sounded different. It caused a soft, warm dripple inside Shou’s chest, that he usually only felt when he succeeded in making a pretty girl laugh. Surely, Yutaka’s laughter therefore sounded different. If it always sounded like this, it would mean that Shou felt the same about his usual self, too, which would be absolutely absurd.

Shou shifted on his seat. They were really waiting around here ridiculously long already, considered that it was just supposed to be a short promotion video. Jun and Kenji hadn’t even come in. It wasn’t anything official, just for their social media channels. They shouldn’t be wasting so much time on it.

Shou’s body was starting to feel uptight. He stretched his arms, letting his hands fall back onto his lap. His hand brushed against Yutaka’s thigh lightly. The skin felt smooth indeed and his body was warm. Shou sensed it, although he flinched back immediately. The touch felt weirdly forbidden and exciting at the same time. He hoped that Yutaka hadn’t noticed his reaction. Shou couldn’t explain why he felt this flustered. He cleared his throat.

“It’s alright”, Yutaka said teasingly.

He spread his legs – Shou was horrified thinking what that might do to the skirt, but he was too scared to check – so his thigh was now pressing against Shou’s. He felt his body heat through the fabric of his pants.

“I’m not timid”, Yutaka added.

Shou turned his head only slightly, watching Yutaka’s face out of the corner of his eyes. When he didn’t look at him directly, the illusion grew even stronger. He could almost believe that he was a real woman.

“Uhm”, he muttered.

“Aah”, Yutaka exhaled. “Do I make you nervous?”

He put his hand onto Shou’s thigh. Shou stared at his hand. Yutaka’s nails were short and clean. They looked surprisingly well trimmed. It wasn’t a very feminine hand, but if you wanted to believe that it belonged to a woman, you certainly could.

For a moment, Shou considered just allowing himself to be fooled by it. Yutaka’s hand felt very warm on his thigh. If he slid his hand up a little bit higher …

Shou cleared his throat again.

He tried not to let any of his emotions show on his face. He wasn’t nervous. Nervous? Whom? Him? No way! He wasn’t having inappropriate thoughts about his friend and bandmember right now. But if Yutaka was a woman, well, that would make things easier. In that case, Shou would definitely be attracted to her. And if she touched him like this, it would only be natural that he thought of that warm hand with the neatly trimmed nails slipping into his pants and closing around his …

Yutaka leaned in a little.

Shou inhaled deeply, hoping the oxygen might somehow clear his mind. Damn, he was desperate. His last relationship had been what – two years ago? Nearly three, if he was being honest. No wonder his mind turned funny with a pretty woman this close to himself. Man, a man this close to him, looking like a pretty woman. There was still a difference. Yutaka wasn’t a woman and therefore Shou did not feel attracted to him.

The air around Yutaka smelled very sweet.

Looking for help, Shou glanced over at the camera team. They were still busy with their equipment. If they looked over to them now, what would they be thinking? That something was going on between them? Would they judge Shou? Or would they take a look at the length of Yutaka’s skirt and get as confused as he himself? The thought made Shou feel protective again. Yutaka should not be wearing such a short skirt. If he wore it in Shou’s presence, that was alright. If they were alone, maybe Shou would not feel so guilty for staring at his legs and actually enjoy their sight. And even if Shou’s thoughts headed into a weird direction then, Yutaka wouldn’t have to worry. They were friends. Shou knew his boundaries. Those guys from the camera team maybe didn’t. They might see Yutaka dressed liked this and actually get the idea to hit on him. Maybe they thought it wouldn’t be so bad to be with a man, if only he was as pretty and charming and had legs like Yutaka. Maybe they wanted to do gay things with him. Shou had to protect him from their dirty glances! He wished Yutaka would be wearing sweatpants underneath the skirt.

The sweet scent in the air sent Shou coughing.

“Are you wearing perfume?”, he asked and furrowed his brow.

Yutaka leaned back immediately and his hand vanished from Shou’s thigh. He reached up to fumble with a strand of his hair. He looked a little coy. The gesture was so girly that for a moment, Shou really forgot it was Yutaka he was talking to. His usual way of movement contained definitely more poorly concealed aggression.

“You don’t like it?”, Yutaka asked.

Shou sniffed again, this time making a small show out of it.

Yutaka smelled sweet and feminine. If Shou closed his eyes, he’d surely have the feeling of being with a woman. If he wrapped his arms around Yutaka and felt his warm body and smelled his sweet scent, it would be like being with a girl.

“It smells nice”, he admitted. “But why did you put on perfume? It’s a video, dude. No one is going to smell you!”

Yutaka parted his lips as if wanting to say something and then closed it again. His lips looked glossy today. Somehow, the gloss made them look fuller, too. Was that possible? Could lip gloss do that? Or did his lips always look so gorgeous and Shou hadn’t noticed?

“I was trying to get in character!”, Yutaka finally huffed out.

Shou shook his head.

“Just tell me you didn’t buy it for today. The sheer waste of money would pain me too much.”

Yutaka grinned. His grin was a little lopsided. He looked more like himself that way. Or rather, he still looked like a pretty woman, but not just like any pretty woman. He looked like Kyan Yutaka as a pretty woman. The junction was very unsettling.

“Nah, one of my exes left it at my place. It looked expensive, so I thought I’d keep it, you never know.”

His grin looked proud.

Shou shook his head with a smirk.

“That poor woman”, he said. “First she has to date an idiot like you and then she gets robbed after the breakup.”

“I view it as a compensating fee”, Yutaka said. “She broke up with me without good reason!”

“She had a good reason”, Shou said seriously.

Yutaka looked at him kind of puzzled.

“She was dating you. That should be enough of a reason for a breakup already”, he clarified.

“Oi!”, Yutaka shouted and slapped Shou’s head.

Shou chuckled. He knew that the average cute girl would never talk to him like that. But that was also kind of nice, he thought. Usually, Shou tended to get awkward and tense around cute girls and the conversations did hardly live up to that term at all. Talking to Yutaka was easy. Talking to Yutaka was fun. He wished Yutaka was a woman. He wouldn’t just be attracted to her. He’d probably fall in love.

“It was not that!”, Yutaka protested. “She claimed I was in love with someone else.”

Shou suddenly felt curious. For some reason, Yutaka wasn’t one to share details about his love life as freely as the other members, who discussed it quite frequently whenever they were stuck with each other on tour. Yutaka sure talked a lot about his sex life, but it had always remained a bit of a mystery to Shou how he actually felt about his girlfriends.

“Were you?”, Shou asked.

Yutaka shrugged.

“I was seriously trying to make it work with her anyway. I deserved that perfume”, he said.

Shou wondered what to make of that reply. If Yutaka had tried to make it work with her, it meant he didn’t have a chance with the person he actually liked. As far as Shou was concerned, Yutaka had never mentioned an unrequited love.

“We are ready!”, a loud voice interrupted them, before Shou could voice any further questions.

“Finally”, he muttered.

“Kiryuuin, please look infatuated”, their director inquired. “And then try to embrace him. Kyan, please, just look like you are annoyed with Kiryuuin.”

“Oh, that can do”, Yutaka said cheerfully. “And I thought I’d have to act today.”

“Oi!”, Shou said quietly.

Yutaka flashed him a quick smile. Shou’s chest tightened. He really enjoyed joking around with Yutaka like this.

“Alright, we’ll just give it a go then”, their director said. “Action!”

Shou turned his head to look at Yutaka. Yutaka looked away. It gave Shou time to study him closely. He had soft looking features. Maybe that was why he made for such a pretty woman. His lips looked gorgeous, his eyes, too. The light colour of his wig suited him. He looked healthy and cheerful, just the type of woman that Shou would fall for. If Yutaka was a girl, his smile would be the cure to Shou’s gloominess.

He shuffled closer, trying to put his arm around Yutaka’s shoulder. He always felt awkward when doing that with women, too. Shou wasn’t good at initiating the first touch. Just before he managed to rest his arm around him properly, Yutaka shifted his weight and dodged Shou that way. He hated it when that happened with women. Now, he didn’t know what to do with his arm for real. He tried again to put it onto Yutaka’s shoulders. This time, he managed.

Yutaka’s shoulders were bare and Shou sensed the parts where their skin touched way too clearly. It was the same with women, too. He always felt their touch too violently.

He checked on Yutaka’s face. Yutaka was frowning.

“Cut!”, the director shouted, then he laughed. “Guys, that was perfect. I was aiming for awkward, but this was more awkward than I even dreamt of.”

“The awkwardness comes to him naturally”, Yutaka replied.

The frown had vanished from his face and he was grinning again.

Hastily, Shou pulled back his arm. He had kept it around Yutaka for far too long. Why had he done that? And why was he so self-conscious about it? Usually, he didn’t have a problem with touching Yutaka.

“Maybe we can do another one, that’s a little more straight-forward. Kiryuuin, can you really go in this time and try to kiss Kyan?”

The temperature in the room seemed very high all of a sudden. Of course, Shou just had to pretend to try. He wasn’t actually going to kiss Yutaka. No reason to feel weird.

“Sure, sure”, he said.

“Kyan, you just keep it up. Action!”

Without warning, Shou turned around and wrapped both of his arms around Yutaka’s waist, pulling him close. His body felt warm and Shou smelled his perfume more strongly again. Up close, his face looked even prettier. Holding him like this, he wasn’t able to tell the difference to a real woman. His waist was slim and for a moment, Shou wished it would be possible to get even closer to him. It felt astonishingly right to hold him like this.

He leaned in, bringing his face closer to Yutaka’s. Of course, he was just pretending. But if he had to kiss him for real to get a good shot, well that could just happen. He was a professional. He wouldn’t mind putting his lips against Yutaka’s. But just because he didn’t mind, didn’t mean he wanted to. His heart was beating just a little too fast, because the situation felt so new and unfamiliar.

He was so close now, if the director didn’t announce the cut any time soon, he’d definitely end up kissing Yutaka.

Yutaka turned his face to avoid Shou’s lips and stared right at the cameras. Shou paused. He was leaning in so far, it was hard to keep his balance. If he had to hold this position much longer, he’d fall onto Yutaka for sure.

“And cut!”, the director shouted.

Shou inhaled deeply and sat up again. Yutaka’s perfume was making him feel dizzy. Somehow, his thoughts didn’t seem to work properly the closer he got to him. It had to be the perfume.

“That was perfect!”, the director announced happily. “Kyan, that face you pulled was perfect. I could really see you thinking: What the fuck is he doing?, when you looked into the camera. The audience will laugh for sure. And Kiryuuin, great job at acting awkward, very authentic.”

Shou pulled a face at Yutaka, who certainly did not believe Shou had to act to appear awkward. Yutaka gave him his lopsided grin. Shou was almost sad he hadn’t ended up kissing him. Just because he wanted to know what it felt like when he looked like this. Maybe it could have been enjoyable – as long as Shou convinced himself that Yutaka was a woman, of course.

“Any more takes?”, Yutaka asked.

“I think that ought to do. Some edits and it will look great. You can go change, if you want. We are done here. Thanks for your hard work”, the director said.

Shou bowed his head slightly.

“Thanks for your hard work”, he repeated and got up.

Yutaka jumped up as well. His usual, energetic movements looked cuter while dressed like this. Shou checked for his skirt. It was still extremely short, even when he was standing.

“Sorry you had to do all this for just such a short video”, Shou said and gestured towards Yutaka’s outfit.

“It’s alright”, Yutaka said and waved it off. “You had to get your makeup done as well.”

He walked off towards the dressing room. Shou followed behind him, staring at the back of Yutaka’s thighs. The skirt was just barely covering his butt, for heaven’s sake. Luckily there was no wind inside the building. A light breeze and there’d be eyewitnesses.

The dressing room was empty now. The makeup kits had been removed from the tables, so Shou assumed that their stylist had already went home. Yutaka’s clothes were resting in a pile by the door. Shou would only get changed into something comfortable at home. He hadn’t brought a set of spare clothes to the shooting. He thought of removing his makeup, but decided he might just as well do it at home. Since they would be driven home together, he’d have to wait for Yutaka, though.

Shou closed the door behind himself, so no one from the camera team would walk by and accidently catch a glance of Yutaka changing. Not that Yutaka would be embarrassed by his own nudity, but after showing off his legs like this already, Shou decided seeing any more of him might be a bit too seductive for anyone from their staff.

Yutaka stared at his clothes indecisively.

“What are you waiting for?”, Shou scolded him.

It was high time Yutaka got out of those clothes and took off the wig. Shou was tired of feeling confused whenever it was alright to find him attractive that way or not.

“I think I will just change at home”, Yutaka said. “Let’s go already.”

“You can’t go out like that”, Shou protested, stepping in front of the door to block Yutaka’s way out.

Yutaka snorted. He put on a small pout. His lips looked very sexy that way. Just, objectively speaking.

“Well, we’ll just be in the car”, he said.

Shou frowned.

“The driver will get distracted by that skirt of yours and we’ll get into an accident. I’m not having that”, he said sternly.

Yutaka laughed quietly. His laughter sounded a little gentler today, Shou thought. More melodic. Sweeter, somehow.

“What’s with you and that skirt, really?”, he teased and tucked at the hem of it.

If he had been a woman, Shou would have found the gesture somewhat flirty. He was looking up at Shou through his lashes. But at the same time, he didn’t sound shy. He sounded challenging. Yutaka made for a good woman, yes, but a frightening one.

For the briefest moment, Shou considered admitting that the skirt unsettled him, because it made Yutaka look sexually attractive to him. But then he realized that it would be a pretty weird thing to say to your friend. It would sound like Shou meant it in a homosexual way. Which, very clearly, he did not.

“Aren’t you ashamed to be seen like that?”, he asked instead, sounding too harsh even for his own means.

He hadn’t meant to shame Yutaka in any way.

“Actually”, Yutaka said and raised his head to meet Shou’s gaze directly now. Somehow, Yutaka’s eyes fixed on his face, made Shou nervous. “If I’m being honest, I feel more confident this way.”

“Uhm”, Shou said.

He wasn’t sure what to say to that. It felt like Yutaka was pulling a joke on him and like Shou was supposed to give a joking reply in return. But on the other hand, Yutaka had spoken quite seriously. Was he trying to come out to Shou in some way? In that case, making a joke about it would be the most insensitive thing to do. But Yutaka had never given off the impression that he wanted to be … what even? A woman? A man who wore women’s clothes? Shou really didn’t know a lot about things like that.

“You never struck me as someone who is struggling with low confidence”, he finally observed.

Yutaka made a face that looked slightly flushed and embarrassed. Shou thought he had never seen him like that before. He wondered if that facial expression came with the outfit.

“It’s just that I feel braver like this”, Yutaka said. “Braver to do things I usually wouldn’t do.”

Shou could not think of anything that Yutaka might be scared of.

“Like what?”, he asked dumbfoundedly.

Yutaka took a sudden step towards him. Instinctively, Shou took a step back. Then he realized he was being stupid and tried to look casual.

“Flirting with you?”, Yutaka suggested, making it sound like a question.

Shou thought of the way Yutaka had put his hand on Shou’s thigh earlier. He usually didn’t do things like that – not with such seriousness at least.

“You like women, I know that”, Yutaka continued and took another step towards him.

This time, Shou managed to not back off. His throat felt dry. He had a suspicion where this conversation was heading, but he wasn’t sure how he felt about it.

“So, maybe”, Yutaka carried on. “When I’m like this.” He ran his hand up his own thigh, lifting the hem of his skirt just another few centimetres which caused Shou’s face to feel very hot. “You don’t mind so much, if I …”

He broke off and took another step towards Shou, so their bodies were almost touching now.

Shou felt nervous. Incredible nervous. He knew what was going to happen. He still didn’t know how it made him feel.

Yutaka leaned in and kissed him on the lips surprisingly gentle. It didn’t feel passionate, but not playful either. It felt tender and maybe a little hesitant.

He pulled back and looked at Shou.

Shou was aware that he was supposed to say something. His mind was completely blank, though. His lips felt weird. Tingly. It wasn’t a real sensation, but rather an itch that came from thinking about it too much. Yutaka had kissed those lips right now.

“I’m usually ashamed of those feelings”, Yutaka said, quietly. His voice sounded gentler when he lowered it. “But if it was Yutako, she wouldn’t have to feel ashamed. She wouldn’t have to be scared you’d hate her.”

Shou just looked at him for a moment.

The thought that Yutaka felt ashamed for liking him seemed absurd. They were friends. Even if Shou didn’t like him back, it wasn’t like he would hate him. They could talk about those things. Liking another guy was nothing shameful.

Slowly, Shou blinked.

Today, when staring at Yutaka’s legs, he had felt ashamed.

He had felt ashamed for being desperate enough to find the sight arousing. He had been scared of Yutaka noticing, because he would judge him for sure. Deep inside, Shou had felt ashamed for finding another man attractive, although his brain told him there was nothing to be ashamed of.

And he wondered how he felt, if he was honest with himself. If he stopped judging himself.

He looked at Yutaka and tried to forget about all the heteronormativity he had been taught throughout his life. If he allowed himself to find Yutaka attractive, how would he feel about him?

Shou leaned in and kissed him back.

Yutaka gave a surprised noise, that died out against Shou’s lips.

Shou reached up, putting his hand onto Yutaka’s neck. He felt the long, smooth hair of the wig tickling the back of his hand. His neck felt frail under his palm.

Yutaka softened against him, parting his lips. Their kiss turned more heated now. Shou was no longer holding back.

He had wanted to kiss Yutaka all day long.

He wasn’t sure if it was only because he looked like a pretty woman today, or because Yutaka was handsome in general and he hadn’t really noticed it so far.

Without breaking the kiss, Shou took a step forward, using his body to push Yutaka towards the dressing table.

He heard loud clattering as Yutaka collided with the table and then he started laughing against Shou’s mouth. The kiss became sloppy and he could feel Yutaka’s teeth. No woman he had kissed had ever laughed like this. Shou thought it felt surprisingly nice. Not in an arousing way, but in a way that lessened the tightness in his chest and gave him the feeling it was impossible to do anything wrong. Usually, Shou was quite good at worrying about doing something wrong.

Yutaka pulled free and then hopped onto the table. He sat on it, spreading his legs widely. The skirt was still covering his crotch, but his thighs were almost completely exposed now. Shou slipped in between them, putting his hands onto Yutaka’s thighs. He had wanted to do this all day long, too. His skin felt soft and smooth and his legs were very warm. They were pressing against Shou’s hips from both sides. He dug in his fingers lightly and watched Yutaka inhale sharply.

“We should definitely not continue this here”, Shou observed, sounding somewhat breathless.

“Agreed”, Yutaka said and then put his hands onto Shou’s shoulders, pulling him close to kiss him again.

Shou slipped his hands up a bit further. Against his fingertips, his could now sense the hemline of Yutaka’s pants underneath the skirt.

He broke the kiss again and tilted his head, now running his tongue down Yutaka’s neckline. His skin tasted a little salty. He kissed his bare shoulder, burying his face against his neck for a moment. The hair of the wig felt smooth and not very natural against his cheek. He inhaled Yutaka’s smell. There was the sweetness of his perfume, but underneath was something else, darker and more masculine; maybe the leftovers of Yutaka’s bodywash. It was a weird mix that somehow got him excited.

“Your perfume is driving me crazy”, he mumbled against Yutaka’s skin.

He didn’t mention that the same went for his thighs and his skirt and his kisses.

“Shou?”, Yutaka said, running his hands from Shou’s shoulders up his neck, until they entangled in his hair. He was gently pulling him to look back up.

Shou looked at Yutaka again.

His lips seemed even fuller now, swollen from kissing. His eyeliner was smudged, but only on the left side. Shou wondered how he had managed that without touching his face. He still looked pretty, though. Now that Shou allowed himself to view Yutaka as attractive, he suddenly couldn’t get enough of him. Yutaka was – without exaggeration – the prettiest woman Shou had ever been with.

“You want me to …” Yutaka hesitated. Shou noticed that he was indeed speaking a little high pitched now as if trying to imitate a woman’s way of speaking. Shou wished he would speak normally. “You want me to suck you? If I do it like this, you won’t even notice the difference.”

Shou stared at Yutaka’s swollen, glossy lips. He imagined them closing around his cock. He felt a throbbing in his pants.

“You know I’d never say no to that”, he said with a grin and leaned in to kiss Yutaka again.

His offer was generous, but Shou couldn’t get enough of kissing him just yet. He loved the sensation of Yutaka’s body pressing warm against himself. He loved to feel his arms around his shoulders and his legs around his waist.

He felt the strong desire to touch Yutaka’s crotch. That was what he would do with a woman right now. He’d slip his fingers into her panties to feel if she was wet, taking pleasure from the feeling as much as from the knowledge that their kisses were turning her on as much as they turned on him. He thought how good it would feel to know that Yutaka was hard as well. Maybe that would be crossing the line, maybe being reminded that Yutaka was a man would destroy the illusion and put him off. But in his mind, Shou thought it to be quite sexy instead.

He slipped his right hand to the inside of Yutaka’s thigh, going up under the skirt. Against his palm, he could sense Yutaka’s hard cock, surprised at how hot it felt even through the fabric of the pants. The feeling was quite sexy indeed.

Yutaka inhaled sharply, followed by a short whining noise that sounded as if he tried to suppress his voice.

Shou rubbed him through his pants teasingly, grinning as Yutaka’s whimpering turned louder and he felt his fingers digging into Shou’s shoulder violently.

“You don’t”, Yutaka gasped forcefully. “You don’t have to do this.”

Shou leaned back a little, just to watch Yutaka’s face more closely. He squinted his eyes slightly. Women wore that expression, too, at least when he did it right.

“You don’t have to do this?”, Shou repeated mockingly. “Usually this is when I get to hear: Shou, maybe this should wait until our second date.”

Yutaka snorted and a lopsided grin spread slowly on his face. He looked like himself again. Not like a pretty woman – with an admittedly male boner – but like Kyan Yutaka with a wig and makeup. And Shou thought, that actually, he looked even prettier when he smiled like that.

He pulled back his hand abruptly, realizing only now why Yutaka had felt uncomfortable about the touch. He thought that Shou minded. He thought Shou needed the clothes, the illusion to fool around with him. And maybe Shou had thought so too, just a little, and that was why he hadn’t protested sooner.

But he got excited by touching Yutaka’s dick and he got excited by his smile. He wanted to reassure Yutaka of that, but he also wanted to reassure himself.

Gently, he reached up, pushing back the wig from Yutaka’s forehead. He wore a black hairnet underneath. Shou took off the wig completely and threw it onto the table behind Yutaka.

“You even need that?”, he asked jokingly and pulled at the hairnet lightly. “For the bit of hair that you have left.”

Yutaka grabbed the hairnet and pulled it off with a jerk. His hair underneath looked both flat at the top of his head, and very messy everywhere else. Combined with the makeup, it looked ridiculous.

“You are just jealous, because they don’t make hairnets your size”, Yutaka shot back.

Shou laughed and kissed him on the lips, gentle and quick this time. He loved joking around with Yutaka and making fun of each other. He had loved it, before they even founded the band.

“We should really stop making out in the dressing room”, Yutaka said.

Shou nodded and reached for the hem of Yutaka’s top.

“Yes”, he confirmed. “We should take this to a hotel room already.”

Yutaka raised his arms without protest. Shou pushed up the top and pulled it over Yutaka’s head. His hair looked even more messy when it came off.

Shou stared at Yutaka’s chest. He was wearing a hot pink bra. Probably, it had been meant to create the illusion of boobs for the video, although it hadn’t done much good.

Shou gave it a knowing look.

“A cup?”, he guessed.

Yutaka rolled his eyes and grabbed Shou’s neck, pulling him close for another kiss. Shou’s lips were starting to feel sore.

He smiled into the kiss, reaching around Yutaka with one hand and fumbling with the clasp of his bra. He tried to pull back the fabric on one side to loosen the bra hooks. But instead of loosening them, he seemed to pull the entire backside off Yutaka’s back, without doing anything to open it.

Yutaka leaned back, pursing his lips and watching Shou’s face in amusement.

“I’ve got this”, Shou said.

Yutaka nodded.

“Sure, shoot me a message when you are done. Or when you are ready to admit you need help.”

“I’ve got this”, Shou repeated, pulling harder.

He had managed to open bras with one hand before. Sometimes. He might have gotten lucky, though.

“Okay, I have not gotten this”, he finally admitted and reached behind Yutaka with his second hand as well.

He fumbled with the clasp some more.

Yutaka started dangling his feet to either side of Shou. He pretended to suppress a yawn.

“What kind of witchery is this?”, Shou whined.

“I can’t believe there are actually women out there who had sex with you”, Yutaka said, shook his head gravely and reached behind himself, pushing Shou’s hands away.

He opened the bra at first try, stripped it off and slapped it onto Shou’s shoulder.

Shou pretended to wince.

“It’s a complicated technology!”, he defended himself.

“No, it’s not, you are just stupid”, Yutaka said.

Shou looked at his face. Yutaka was grinning. By now, his makeup was smudged across both eyes. He looked incredible.

Shou put his hand onto Yutaka’s lower back, pulling his upper body closer to himself. He kissed his neck again, this time hearing Yutaka moan softly. He seemed to have given up on suppressing his voice, or maybe he had just reached the conclusion that it wouldn’t scare Shou off. Shou liked the sound of it quite a lot.

Yutaka’s hands were on his hips by now, holding on to him lightly.

Shou wondered if it was alright to touch his chest. He kind of wanted to touch his breasts like he wanted to touch female boobs, but he wasn’t sure if that was a normal thing to do. Did dudes touch each other’s boobs as well? Or was that a habit developed by his heterosexual experiences and wasn’t appropriate in this specific situation?

Shou hesitated, but then he reached the conclusion that the worst thing happening would be Yutaka making fun of him. Since that wasn’t really anything new, Shou figured he might as well risk it. He had never felt as much at ease with anyone else before. It was just Yutaka. The thought was soothing. It was comforting. There was nothing Shou had to feel ashamed of.

He reached up, cupping Yutaka’s breast with his hand, massaging it quite firmly. It felt harder than touching boobies, but then not that much different from small boobs. Shou concluded that whatever the differences or similarities, it felt equally good.

Yutaka’s knees were pressing into his side a little firmer now, which Shou interpreted as encouragement to keep going.

He bent his head, kissing down Yutaka’s collarbone until he reached his nipple, flicking it with his tongue, then nudging it with his teeth carefully.

Yutaka shuddered against him. Shou could sense it all over, since their bodies were so close. He even felt it against his crotch. He moaned very quietly in return.

Looking down Yutaka’s body, he saw the waistband of his skirt digging into his skin.

Shou loved skirts. He had tried hard not to think about it too much for the entire day, but he really, really loved skirts. What was exciting about skirts was knowing you only needed to push them up a bit and you already reached the panties. And with those, it was only one layer left until nudity. Right now, all he had to do, was pull down Yutaka’s pants and he’d practically be naked. In this position, if he leaned back a little and if Shou took out his own dick, he’d be able to fuck him without further problems. Not that he was considering doing that. Shou had never considered doing that with another man before. And he wasn’t even sure if Yutaka would be alright with it. He shouldn’t image how easy it would be right now and how good it would feel. Shou’s penis was throbbing again.

“I know what you are thinking right now”, Yutaka said.

Shou stopped kissing his chest to look up.

“You don’t”, he said firmly.

He felt his cheeks heating up even more, but he assumed Yutaka would not be able to tell the difference. Shou probably looked flushed already anyway.

Yutaka could not possibly know the shameful thoughts Shou had had just now. He could not know that Shou wanted to do something so extreme to him.

Yutaka leaned against him, bringing his lips closer to Shou’s ear, so he could lower his voice.

“My handbag is by the door with my clothes. The side pocket on the back”, he whispered. “There are condoms inside.”

Shou felt himself tense up.

Was Yutaka really offering him what he thought he was offering right now?

“Are you … are you sure?”, he stuttered.

“Dude”, Yutaka said, leaning back and raising his voice again. He nodded down to his crotch. Although the skirt was technically covering it, it did nothing to hide the bulge of Yutaka’s erection showing visibly. Shou thought that skirts looked sexy with a boner underneath. Weird. That was clearly something he had never thought about before.

“Does that look like I have any doubts to you?”

Shou chuckled, but he still felt hesitant.

“Have you ever …?” He broke off. “Have you ever done it before?”

This time, he could see Yutaka hesitate as well. For a moment, there was no emotion showing on his face at all, as if he still hadn’t decided on how to feel.

“It’s only been you”, he finally said and shrugged as if he felt somewhat embarrassed by it. “It’s been women and you.”

Shou swallowed. He understood how big a confession that was. It must have been him for a long time then.

“But don’t worry”, Yutaka added hastily as if he had noticed the mood was growing too heavy and meaningful. “My body is ready. I bought myself a dildo.”

Shou managed to choke on nothing but air.

“You what?”, he assured.

Yutaka shrugged again, this time peaking up at Shou through his lashes. It was his flirty, challenging look again.

“I wanted to know what it would feel like to have you inside”, he said. “I only ever thought of you when using it.” He paused. “And sometimes of that foreign AV actor I once saw in an American porn, but that guy was fine as …”

Shou kissed Yutaka to shut him up again. Both of them were smiling into the kiss. He liked it when Yutaka talked silly like that. It was so very much him and Shou wanted to kiss him whenever he made a stupid joke and he wanted to hold him and he wanted to tell him how much he loved Yutaka being himself.

“I just want it to be nice for you”, he mumbled close to Yutaka’s face. “Especially if it’s your first …”

Yutaka slapped his shoulder lightly.

“Please”, he said. “You are allowed to treat me like a woman, but dare you treat me like a lady.”

Shou chuckled.

“Alright then”, he said quietly and reached under Yutaka’s skirt until he found the waistband of his pants.

Then he knelt down on the floor in front of the table, pulling down Yutaka’s pants. Yutaka had to shift his weight for it, so Shou managed to pull them out from under him. He closed his legs, so Shou was able to push the pants down to his angles.

“Don’t treat me like a lady, he says”, Shou muttered. “And still has me taking off his shoes.”

Yutaka laughed loudly as Shou took off his shoes first and then his pants. He was still kneeling in front of him.

Shou pushed up the skirt to expose Yutaka’s erection towering up. Yutaka spread his legs again, allowing Shou to get close.

Shou eyed his penis curiously. He had never seen it erect like this.

He stuck out his tongue, running it along the downside of Yutaka’s dick. The taste wasn’t nearly as strong as he had assumed. It felt hot and smooth against his tongue. Yutaka groaned loudly.

Shou got up from the floor, pleased by the reaction.

“And there I have been worried to gross you out for years”, Yutaka observed and flicked his tongue. “I should have known you are a pervert.”

Grinning Shou walked over to the door, taking his time to turn the key before checking for the bag. He couldn’t believe they had allowed things to get this far when someone might have walked in on them any moment. Shou had completely forgotten about it. Yutaka had either forgotten as well, or he just hadn’t cared. Knowing Yutaka, both was possible.

Shou found the side pocket, opening it to a number of wrapped condoms. He took out one and shook his head visibly.

“I can’t believe you just carry those around with you”, he stated. “You are clearly more optimistic than me.”

Yutaka let out a barking laughter.

“I’m more handsome than you, too”, he said.

Shou turned back to him to stick out his tongue. Yutaka winked at him.

Unbuttoning his jeans, Shou walked back towards him. Yutaka had shifted his position and the skirt was falling back in place. Yutaka reached under it, starting to move his hand. He pulled a dreadful face at Shou, that made Shou laugh, but that also somehow turned him on, because he noticed Yutaka’s chest heaving a little more violently now.

Shou pulled down his own pants and exhaled with relief. They had grown uncomfortable tight for his erection. He ripped open the condom, putting it onto his cock with not so practiced motions.

“You don’t have lube or anything with you, do you?”, he assured, worried if Yutaka would be alright.

He had always thought of sex between men as something somewhat unpleasant, something that you did not want done to yourself. But then he was aware, that it was probably just the stigma of homosexuality in Japan in general and had nothing to do with the actual experience. From what he had figured, gay men seemed to enjoy sex, too.

“This might come surprising to you, but I do not carry a sex store around with me”, Yutaka said, rolling his eyes.

“It does come a little surprising to me”, Shou agreed. “Since you have enough condoms on you to provide for an entire brothel.”

“I won’t be judged by the person who keeps the whole tissue industry running just by himself”, Yutaka shot back and grinned.

Then he pulled back his hand from under the skirt and leaned back, spreading his legs and putting his feet into the air in a way that made him look like a frog, if that frog had to struggle with a serious physical disability.

Shou laughed, but he also felt excited. Yutaka was the only person who had ever made him feel this very specific mixture.

He stepped in between his legs, letting Yutaka wrap them around his waist. One of Yutaka’s hands was on the table plate behind him, support his weight while leaning back. The other one he now placed on Shou’s shoulder, grabbing him firmly for support.

Shou shot him a short smile, suddenly feeling nervous. So, they would really do it. Him and Yutaka. His friend. His bandmember. They would fuck. What a scandal.

Shou took hold of his erection, guiding it as he pushed up against Yutaka.

Yutaka tilted back his head and moaned as Shou first entered him. His insides clenched down tightly on the head of Shou’s dick. He moaned loudly as well. This definitely felt better than they made you believe.

He pushed his hips forward carefully, making sure to enter Yutaka slowly. He had to keep himself in check to not thrust into Yutaka in one go. The sensation was so great, it almost made him lose self-control.

Finally, he was buried inside Yutaka almost completely. He paused to give both of them time to adjust to the feeling.

Yutaka exhaled shakily, though he did not look very much in distress.

“That feels bigger than expected”, he owned up.

“And that was only the first half”, Shou joked. Both of their laughter sounded breathless.

Shou grabbed Yutaka’s hips, right where his thighs were starting. He held him in place firmly as he started with small, slow thrusts. The fact that Shou was standing made it easy for him to control his motions and regulate their impact.

Yutaka closed his eyes and moaned softly. His lips were parted and curling up. It looked like he was smiling. Shou was going in and out at almost full length now. It felt amazing.

Yutaka opened his eyes again, digging only his forefinger harder into Shou’s shoulder now as if trying to give him a signal.

Shou met his eyes, though he felt slightly embarrassed by it. His breath was coming heavy and he didn’t feel in full control of his facial expressions.

“Hey”, Yutaka gasped out. “I told you, I’m not a lady, right? No need to go easy on me.”

Shou jerked his hips forward violently as a form of teasing. A funny sound escaped Yutaka’s lips, that was somewhere between a gasp and a moan. Shou felt his entire body shuddering and realized, he had done something right.

He started using more impact with his pounding, still watching for Yutaka’s reaction. Yutaka tilted back his head and started moaning soft words of encouragement. Shou decided that it was alright to let himself go just a little. He closed his eyes, focusing on the feeling. Yutaka felt hot around him and Shou’s entire body felt feverish. All by himself, sex was usually significantly less fun.

He thrusted a little harder even, now hearing a thud whenever he jerked his hips forward. He opened his eyes to check and realized he was shoving the entire table with Yutaka on it against the wall and caused a rhythmical rapping. Shortly, he worried if it would possibly be heard outside the dressing room, but Yutaka’s voice was so loud by now, that chances were high they’d be heard anyway. Shou decided he felt too good currently to worry about it.

He looked down. Yutaka’s dick was bouncing up and down under the skirt in the rhythm of Shou’s pounds. Shou thought of touching him, but then his fingers were digging into Yutaka’s hips quite violently and he couldn’t bring himself to let go. In this position, he was in full control of his motions and knowing his own clumsiness, Shou was not willing to give up on that. Moreover, the hot, clenching sensation of thrusting into Yutaka occupied really all of his concentration and he wasn’t sure he would be able to coordinate his hand properly to get him off.

As if he had read his thoughts, Yutaka’s hand now vanished from Shou’s shoulder, reaching down between them. He pushed back the fabric of the skirt, closing his hand around him own erection. Shou watched him stroking himself with fast and hard flicks of his wrist while he kept fucking him. The sight alone was nearly enough to send him over the edge.

Yutaka’s voice turned darker all of a sudden, more guttural. Shou felt his whole body tightening and then he saw Yutaka spilling white semen all over his hand and the hem of his skirt.

Shou groaned, squeezing his eyes shut to keep going just a little bit longer. His thrusts were coming frantic and uneven by now and he was holding on to Yutaka even tighter. With a last moan, he allowed the orgasm to wash over him, a warm feeling flooding his system and the whole vision behind his eyelids turning white. Just for a moment, Shou forgot everything around him. It felt like floating.

Then he opened his eyes again, looking into Yutaka’s exhausted face. The already messy hair now stuck to his sweaty forehead and Shou really wondered how he had managed to smudge his makeup like this. He was smiling at him.

Shou pulled back, somehow managing to pull the condom of his limp dick. He wiped his fingers on Yutaka’s stained skirt. His knees felt so weak, he just wanted to lay down somewhere. Shortly, he considered just colliding on top of Yutaka, because it felt impossible to stand up any longer. His body was warm and heavy and radiating a peacefulness from the inside that Shou hadn’t felt in a long time.

Yutaka sat up straight again, wrapping his arms around Shou and burying his face against his neck.

Shou leaned against him, wrapping his arms around Yutaka’s waist as well. It felt as if he was holding him upright. Yutaka was leaning in on him, too. Maybe, they were holding each other upright.

Yutaka’s upper body felt warm and slightly sweaty. Shou could feel his chest heaving with each breath. For a moment, it felt as if they were glued together, turned into one by the afterglow they were sharing.

Shou usually felt good after sex and – he hoped – the women usually felt good, too, but to him it had always been a separate wellbeing. He had felt good on his own. But he didn’t know how to talk to the other person afterwards. Once they were done with sex, it felt like they lost their connection, their motivation for staying together. Aside from feeling pleased, Shou tended to feel somewhat empty after sex, too, and somehow lonely. But right now, he felt neither of those things. Yutaka was his friend before he was someone he wanted to get laid with. After sex, he was still his friend. That felt pretty amazing.

Shou rubbed his cheek against Yutaka’s shoulder affectionately. The smell of his perfume seemed to have intensified as if there had been a chemical reaction with Yutaka’s sweat. Shou remembered their conversation earlier.

“That person you were in love with”, he said quietly. “Why your ex left you. Was that me?”

Yutaka’s body trembled in his arms as he chuckled.

“No, that was the other guy I confessed to today”, he said sarcastically.

Shou laughed quietly as well and straightened up to look at Yutaka.

“How are you feeling?”, he asked.

Yutaka made a face.

“Seriously, my butt hurts”, he said in a whiny tone of voice.

“Really?”, Shou assured, suddenly worried he had been a little too hard on Yutaka indeed.

“Yeah”, Yutaka confirmed and let go of Shou to knock his knuckles against the table plate he was still sitting on. “Because this table is uncomfortable as hell.”

“Oi, idiot”, Shou said and nudged Yutaka against the shoulder gently.

He thought that this felt incredible nice. Joking with Yutaka, holding him like this. The sex had felt great, too.

“I also”, he said and then hesitated. “Don’t really dislike you all that much.”

Yutaka snorted.

“I figured”, he said.

Shou shook his head and forced himself to meet Yutaka’s eyes, although he felt a little embarrassed by it still.

“I don’t just mean physically”, he clarified. “More like, ah, romantically.”

“Kiryuuin Shou”, Yutaka said mockingly. “The master of romantic confessions.”

Shou rolled his eyes and watched Yutaka’s typical lopsided grin spreading slowly. He seemed happy.

“Want to get dressed and head out of here?”, Shou suggested.

Yutaka nodded and looked down on himself.

“Ah, damn”, he said.

Shou followed his gaze.

His skirt had stains of drying cum all over it.

“Looks like I ruined the skirt”, Yutaka observed.

“You know, don’t worry about it”, Shou said and looked up again, grinning widely. “I think the skirt was too short anyway.”

#I just had to with this song #in case anyone wonders - no knee highs though or Kirisho would loose control immediately xD #happy bday kyan-sama!#Kyan Yutaka #Kiryuuin Shou #kirikyan #Golden Bomber #fanfiction #fanfic

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Also, Connect with me on youtube and Facebook. Top 10 Strongest Forbidden Jutsu in NarutoĬhandan is the writer of “Top 10 School Romance Anime to Watch”.Keep visiting Animesoulking for more information about Anime and Manga. If you do not agree with the points in the post and have some of your own opinions, share them with us in the comments section down below. That is it from today’s post on Top 10 School Romance Anime to Watch. This is more of a drama than a romance like a silent voice but it’s definitely an anime everyone should check out because of its beautiful portrayal of a unique and special relationship between two people. We see the protagonists growth and how Sakura helps him become a better person throughout the story.

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The protagonist of this series is antisocial and doesn’t have any friends, which is the opposite of Sakura, who’s popular and cheerful. naruto rinnegan runaway kushina fanfiction Peace Seeker Ch 1, Naruto & High School DxD. After that meeting, the pair begin to spend the girls remaining time together. Anime & Comics ROMANCE ACTION ADVENTURE R18 SYSTEM HAREM. The male lead finds a book titled “Living with Dying” which belongs to Sakura, now Sakura is diagnosed with pancreatic cancer and doesn’t have much time left to live. I want to eat your pancreas is a sad story between two high school students. Watch popular content from the following creators: Fashiraik(fashiraik). What makes this series interesting is the plot and our artists struggle to adjust to his new lifestyle and avoid repeating his past mistakes.ĭespite its creepy name, I can assure you there’s no cannibalism involved in this anime. Discover short videos related to magic highschool romance animes on TikTok. The romance is cute but nothing extraordinary. Through connecting with her friends and other classmates, Arata must find what she lacks to live a happy life in the real world within a one-year time limit. Hishiro is ignorant to any non school matters particularly social and emotional ones. There he meets Chizuru Hishiro, smart but socially awkward. After taking the drug he becomes the subject in a year-long experiment in which he begins his life as a high school student again. Although, of course, there is romance in anime, because without it it would be stupid to talk. It focuses on an adult and a teenage high school girl to where they build a. It’s more like comedy, because boys, you know, don’t like romance as directly as girls do. Koi to Yobu is a new romance series currently airing for the spring 2021 season. I want to say that the authors did not really care about the romantic line. :D Magic :- High School DxD, Trinity Seven,Testament of Sister New Devil. And here is a similar anime, but for guys. As a result, he finds it difficult to gain a job at another company and his life changes when he meets a man who for him a drug that can change his appearance to that of a 17 year old. Romance/Harem/School Anime- Ride With Girl: Harem Romance Manga Comic. He’s been unemployed for years after quitting a job just after three months, claiming that it didn’t fulfill his highest potential. The characters learn that high school romance is no joke, especially when different misunderstandings complicate things even more.The story revolves around 27 year old Arata Kaizaki. Kenji only attends school because of his feelings to her. Tenma Tsukamoto (the female protagonist) struggles to confess her feelings to her strange and dull classmate Karasume Oji, while Kenji Harima (the male protagonist) loves Tenma. School Rumble basically follows the story of a love triangle. The characters' voices may seem funny to you as they are exaggerated (it makes the characters look very dumb most of the time) and there are occasional half-naked scenes. There are many characters and a lot of names, so it takes some effort to remember everyone. However, there's something that you should keep in mind before you dive into it, especially if you are new to anime. Every time you feel the story is about to become serious, it takes a fast comedic turn. Each episode of this anime is totally random, even though it tries to keep following the main storyline. If you get bored of watching long anime series with boring storylines, you should try School Rumble.

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How can Typing express a Tantrum ?

This week I focused on the question "How can taken-for-granted technologies express queerness?", a question posed in the article I read last week by Adrienne Shaw and Katherine Sender. The question wasn't exactly addressed quite as literally as I'd like it to be, so I chose to focus on that as my main question for the week. This week I created two lists, one representing taken-for-granted technologies, and other elements of "queerness", or what I think might encompass queerness in the context of technology. I've included the list below:

I then wrote a script that essentially matched elements of tech with those of queerness at random, and generated new questions.

The three questions that it generated are the following: 1) How can Typing express a Tantrum ? 2) How can Close Buttons express Promiscuity ? 3) How can Computer Windows express Silliness ? "How can Typing express a Tantrum?" Felt like a good place to start to simply see what came from trying to modify typing to represent such a human expression. I first started thinking about technology associated with typing in order to see if I could tap into anything that might be an entry point for creating a tantrum.

Below I've listed out a few typing-based technologies:

• QWERTY keyboard ○ Meant to make typing faster by grouping frequently used letters closer to the sides of the keyboards (where the hands sit) • "Texting" acronyms ○ Meant to speedily communicate commonly used multi-word phrases • Autocomplete ○ Meant to "predict" what a user might want to type next • Autocorrect ○ Meant to correct a misspelling by guessing the closest word to the misspelling • Speech to Text ○ Meant to comprehend spoken words and translate them into written text My main question became: how might we envision these productivity, efficiency-based technologies expressing the actions and feelings associated with a tantrum? First I decided to think about the physical symptoms of a tantrums and their cause.

Wikipedia classifies a tantrum as an "emotional outburst" typically "characterized by stubbornness, crying, screaming, violence, defiance, angry ranting, a resistance to attempts at pacification". A tantrum, I could say might consists of the following:

• Unpredictability • Increase in speed/ out of control-ness • Resistance to pacification • Erratic-ness • Nonsense/ incomprehensible-ness • Destruction (?)

Now, what might the above typing-technologies look like with these properties applied?

• QWERTY keyboard ○ A shifting of keys, moving away from fingers. ○ Sudden replacement of keys with other letters ○ Keys springing off the keyboard ○ Taking on the opposite speed of the user's hands (keys moving even faster away if the users attempt to calmly type) • "Texting" acronyms ○ An erratic transformation of any string of words into an acronym ○ Acronyms appearing more like code for a phrase rather than corresponding to the first letter of every word in that phrase • Autocomplete ○ Nonsense prediction, predicting words that don't make sense in the context ○ Nonsense prediction, predicting words that aren't real words, but rather strings of characters ○ A prediction of negative words ○ A rapid cycling of words • Autocorrect ○ Automatically correcting any and all words to nonsense words ○ Choosing words at random to "correct" ○ Correcting words to misspellings • Speech to Text ○ Blatant mistranslation ○ Negative, threatening translation ○ Nonsense translation ○ Translating speech back into more speech, but perhaps someone else's voice, saying something else

After thinking more about my prototype, I eventually decided to abandon focusing on a specific piece of technology associated with typing! Instead I found it more productive to try and think about typing in the context of the internet, via a text box or form, something that I think the majority of computer-users have some degree of familiarity with. To me, this felt like a good basis to explore typing from.

Below is a video of the results!

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I decided to try and create a text box that essentially responds to how you interact with it. While you type, the box begins to shake, the size of the font changes, and words and phrases such as "UGH!" or "I'm BORED" are typed at random, interjecting the user's typing. At it's most furious, the background changes colors rapidly, the box shakes uncontrollably, and the content of the text both is illegible. This felt like I was able to capture a tantrum, and others seem to think it also felt that way, and that the experience provoked a pretty intense reaction of frustration and anger.

Takeaways

The takeaways are still not totally apparent to me just yet. While the experience was jarring and not something I had experienced before, I'm not quite sure what to make of it. How might experiencing this on a day to day basis change the way I reacted with the internet? Would there be a way to calm down the text I had generated? After doing a bit more research on tantrums, it sounds like they stem from an inability to cope with the situation, resulting in a meltdown instead. Interestingly, a site called parents.com suggests that parents try and give their children their full attention and be mindful of their need to be an autonomous person, with needs and desires. "Look for opportunities to point out his good behaviors, even the small ones. The more favorable attention he gets for a desired behavior, the more likely he is to do it again." Who knows if I should be taking parenting advice from a site called parents.com, but alas, I chose to think more deeply about tantrum prevention according to their tips. How might I praise the text I type for doing a good job of appearing on the page? What might that look like? Ultimately I think this research sent me down the rabbit hole, and I don't quite know what to make of it. Something about it does feel fruitful, I think I need a little more time to fully piece it together.

The big question that comes to mind: should I be creating technology that mirrors human behavior?

I don't have an answer to that, and think this week I should probably do some research on this subject.

After struggling to interpret my work above, I wanted to do another deep dive on why exactly I'm choosing to focus on this question. I've dumped my brain out about this below:

I want to see if actively destroying the system that most technology is based on might change the way we engage with it. In "[In Situ] Art Body Medicine" Zack Blas writes about queer technology as necessity to counter a society increasingly defined by technology. He asks "Or, is there a subcultural technology that offers empowering, subversive structures and processes to all bodies, producing a freedom that exists as fact—a freedom that is foreign to no one?" How might creating queer technology, specifically that subverts or resists these power paradigms, carve out a space for all kinds of oppressed people to find safety and freedom in their existence? When thinking about destabilizing or disempowering, my first question revolves around how I might create in order to take power away. After reading another interview with Zack Blas, it became clear that technology is rendered "powerless" when it is no longer useful. Blas also writes "I think Queer Technologies wants to work in the interstices of useful and useless, or to find new uses through the useless. Importantly, this is not about deconstruction, it is about use, about doing something, experimenting with new ways of doing and making things happen." The system that I refer to above casts out "useless" as un-useable. In this week's thesis adventure, I plan to focus on the "useless" first. How might I strip certain features of usefulness? This week feels more about the experimentation, meaning, what might com from this? I think the weeks prior will hopefully be able making sense of the useless and how I might "find new uses through the useless".

Secondary Research

In order to think more about human-like technology I think I definitely need to do more research on that. I also want to do more research specifically on "useless" tech, to see what others have done and have to say about it. I plan to check out the internet mostly, but I plan to also contact any designers or artists who might be able to help. Lastly, I've been thinking a bit about "Chindogu" meaning strange/curious tool or device, a practice created by Kenji Kawakami of making useless or mostly useless tools. While I don't know a ton about it, I think it might be interesting to research to see how it might benefit/ the overlap with the queer tech I'm trying to design.

I plan to document this research in a section in my online notebook entitled "research", and also bookmark the articles, text, and literature I find on either Zotero or Are.na. I hope this week can be research-filled, but I'm also wary of getting too deep into research.

The Letter

Thinking about who my research might impact still remains a difficult question. While my question might seem pretty academic in nature, I'm wary of it becoming that, as I'm not someone who really ever felt truly comfortable in academia. So, I don't think the audience is folks in academia, but I'm hoping it'll be accessible to perhaps, young people. Truthfully, I'm struggling to come up with 5 different people that my design is for, but I think young people feels right. I know personally growing up I really heavily relied on spaces like Tumblr that allowed me to express myself and discover who I was and in some ways, continue to be at the time. Of course, Tumblr became more commercial, ended up limiting people with new rules, and users started to drop off, not feeling like it was quite *their* space any longer. I hope at the very least the tech that I end up building can create a system that isn't incentivized by the need to grow larger and create more efficient, productive blog systems.

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To those that feel trapped by their technology, but compelled to use it nonetheless,

I certainly feel this way. I grew up totally enamored by the idea of technology, hoping that I could one day feel powerful using it. Perhaps you felt this too, and today, you feel the ways that this vision has never quite manifested. Yes, technology is "more powerful than ever" but it's never really helped empower you. Instead, you feel that it's using you in the name of success for faceless entities. You have a hard time putting down your phone after scrolling for hours, the systems you use don't quite recognize the person that you are, or perhaps they aggressively try to categorize you into a neat box. Perhaps if you're like me, you feel let down.

I'm interested in breaking down this system, and while I recognize that it's a giant task, I plan to start small. What might a world of personal technology look like that doesn't rely on us, for example? How might we redefine what's "useful" on an individual level, veering away from productivity, efficiency, speed. What would it look like to interact with something that like you, is socially anxious, is gentle when you're feeling particularly vulnerable, or unreasonable when it hasn't had its need met? I'm not quite sure how to answer these questions just yet, but I'm curious to see what might come of it.

Write to me to tell you about your story! I'm so curious…

Love,

Elena

Final Thoughts

Though I've peppered my week's reflection throughout this blog post, I wanted to close out this post with a brief summary. I believe I've gotten closer to the *why* but I still don’t totally understand the *how* or even the *what*, and feel a bit thrown off by it. I understand that the thesis process can sometimes become increasingly confusing as you get more detailed, but I'm definitely having a hard time. My goals for this week are to continue to research, and perhaps think more deeply about my project in the context of how other people have thought about this subject. I plan to do more secondary research and hope that that informs a new project for me to create by next weekend.

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The Best Tools Under $50 for Prep, Cooking, and Baking

Upgrading your kitchen can be expensive and overwhelming. There's so much out there that you could buy, but more importantly, there's so much out there that you don't need. With our equipment reviews and recommendations, we do our best to sort through the clutter, so you can outfit your kitchen with cookware you can rely on. Our job isn't just to identify the right tools that'll help you cook better, but also to identify the best of those tools.

I've put together a pretty sizable list of cookware—all of it under $50 and all of it vetted by the culinary team—with the goal of helping you outfit your kitchen so it's primed for successful culinary adventures. Grab 'em all or start slow. In good time, your kitchen may start to look just like ours. (The office test kitchen...not my personal one, which admittedly still needs some work).

And if some of the items on this list are a bit above your budget, be sure to check out our posts on essential tools under $20 and under $10.

For Better, Faster Prep

Say goodbye to sad, watery salad with a salad spinner, like this one by Zyliss, which took home the gold in our review. Sure, some may consider it to be a hulking unitasker, but we disagree. Not only is a salad spinner the only way to efficiently fling water off your leafy greens and herbs (using centrifugal force!), it can also be a great stand-in colander. Rinse your greens right in there and then take them on a spin. Once they're all clean and dry, they'll be ready for any salad dressing recipe in your arsenal.

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If you look in your spice cabinet right now, I bet there are quite a few expired spice bottles in there. And when they're that old, spices just don't work as they should. Instead of a bright, pungent garam masala, you've got a mouthful of lifeless dust. This is why we recommend using a spice grinder. Grinding whole spices when you need them ensures you get the best flavor. It's what you do with your pepper, right? So why not grind up the rest of 'em? We reviewed a wide range of spice grinders out there and picked two that are easy to use and easy to clean. Pick one up, and then do yourself a favor and toss out any spices in your cabinet that you can't remember buying.

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The other day I tried to open a bag of frozen peas with a bread knife and cut myself. This is why everyone should own kitchen shears. (To be fair, I do own a pair of shears. I just didn't use them, and I deserve what happened to me.) But kitchen shears don't just open bags of peas; they can also cut parchment paper, spatchcock a chicken—for which you could also use poultry shears—snip herbs, and even break down all those boxes in your kitchen. (Like the box your new shears will come in.)

We reviewed the best shears on the market and, sadly, our top pick has been discontinued. The good news is our runner-up works just as well, just with fewer bells and whistles (like a nutcracker or bottle opener). And should you want to pick up a pair of poultry shears, too, we love these super-sharp affordable ones from OXO. And repeat after me: Don't use a bread knife to open anything...ever.

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We've written a lot about why honing your knives is important. The main takeaway is this: Honing your knife is like adding a fresh coat of gel to a floppy mohawk. (Thank you, Daniel, for the mohawk imagery. It's perfect.) A few swipes on the honing steel and the edge of your blade will be straighter and thinner, ready to powerfully slice through anything.

There are several different types of honing steels, but if you find yourself feeling lazy about sharpening your knives, go for a ceramic honing steel, which can have a slight sharpening effect while also straightening out that microscopic knife mohawk.

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There's no point in getting a nice honing steel if you don't have any knives. Finding the right knives can be extremely difficult. The good news is that, with enough trial and error, we've settled on a few favorite chef's knives (both Western- and Japanese-style) in a range of prices to suit any budding or experienced cook. The one that lands squarely in this under-$50 category is Mercer Culinary Genesis Chef's Knife. This guy comes nice and sharp out of the box, its price is just right, and it has a rubber and plastic grippy handle that's easy to wield.

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While Japanese knives can be on the more expensive side, we've found a santoku (a classic Japanese workhorse knife) that is also pretty affordable. This one is also by Mercer Culinary. It's sharp, versatile, and affordable enough that you can lend it to someone who you wouldn't trust with a fancier knife.

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There are a lot of reasons to pick up a wooden cutting board. Aside from the fact that they're pretty lovely to behold, the material is gentle on your knives and difficult for bacteria penetrate (unlike glass or marble ones). Unfortunately, a lot of wooden cutting boards are expensive, though Kenji doesn't mind this one, which comes in at under $50. Just make sure you take the time to season and maintain it.

For a little less maintenance, you can always pick up a plastic cutting board, which won't damage your blade too much. Just don't expect it to last forever; they can get dinged up from heavy cutting or butchering jobs. I use our recommended one from OXO—and I relish being able to toss it into the dishwasher without a second thought.

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When you're looking to cook or bake with real precision, we generally recommend a scale, but that doesn't mean you should shun dry measuring cups forever. They can be useful if you need a cup here or there of diced onions or half a cup of rice—especially when precision isn't absolutely necessary. There are also plenty of recipes out there—not from us, of course—that only have cup measurements, so having a good set on hand is still important. The winning set in our review of the best measuring cups is by NorPro. They're shovel-shaped, ideal for scraping flour and sugar out of a canister. They also have easy-to-grip rubber handles for maneuvering quickly.

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For measuring liquid ingredients, dry measuring cups can be pretty inaccurate, since you'll need to fill them to the very brim. This is why we prefer liquid measuring cups. The most precise liquid measuring cups (and the easiest to read) are these glass ones from Anchor Hocking. But if you're worried about breaking them, the plastic measuring cups from OXO are our runner-up pick and a lot more durable. No one ever really cries over spilled milk, but spilled milk from a shattered measuring cup is pretty miserable.

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A scale! This is probably the one tool that changed the way I cook and bake the most. Since receiving one in culinary school, I rarely go for volume measurements anymore. It's definitely an essential for any new kitchen. I've been using the OXO kitchen pull-out scale since long before we produced an actual equipment review for it. But I was happy to find that my chosen scale is also a Serious Eats favorite, with consistent accuracy and a long battery life.

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You don't need to spend a ton of money on fancy glass or ceramic mixing bowls. (You could and they're so pretty!) But aesthetics aside, a good set of stainless steel mixing bowls will do wonders for your kitchen, whether you need to set up your mise en place, throw together a big bowl of brownies, mix dough for trapizzino, or make a DIY double-boiler. This set has six bowls—all of which are easy to clean (throw them in the dishwasher!) and easy to store (they nest!).

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In my first (and only) professional kitchen job, I had to spend hours slicing potatoes, carrots, and parsnips to make this elaborate gratin in the shape of a rose. I thanked my stars every day that I was given a mandoline to complete the project. It created perfectly thin, uniform slices, no matter how oddly shaped those veggies and tubers got. If I had to do the same with a knife, I definitely would've had a meltdown, cut myself, or gotten fired.

But mandolines aren't just for professional kitchens. They make creating uniform slices at home, whether you're frying potato chips or roasting a gorgeous hasselback potato gratin, simple. We reviewed the best inexpensive mandolines and this V-blade slicer from OXO beat out the competition, with four thickness settings and a fold-down stand for slicing over a cutting board or a bowl. One thing they won't tell you in a professional kitchen is to use the safety guard. But you should because a sliced finger is not cute, no matter how uniform the cut.

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Whether you plan on cooking with wine or just drinking it, your first task is always to open the bottle successfully. Little bits of cork floating around in there don't make it taste any better. This is why you need a reliable corkscrew. We reviewed a whole mix of wine-openers and found this lever model to be easy to use and handsome enough to live right on your bar cart. Of all the types of corkscrews we tested, it opened bottles the quickest, which is useful because when I want a glass of wine, I want it as soon as humanly possible.

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For Cooking and Baking

Maybe a wok isn't the first thing that comes to mind when you think of essential cookware, but woks are surprisingly versatile. You can deep-fry, steam, and stir-fry in them. Sure, they take a little maintenance, but so does your cast iron pan. And you love that thing, right? There are many woks out there made from a variety of materials, but we prefer this heavy-gauge carbon steel model from Joyce Chen. At just under $35, it's a steal for such a useful piece of cookware.

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Stock pots are useful for everything from making stock (obviously) to serving a crowd at a lobster boil. Unfortunately, these big pots can get really expensive, and for something you may not use too often, that price tag just doesn't seem worth it. Luckily, our favorite budget pick from our review of the best stock pots is just under $34. It has rubber handles that'll keep you from burning your hands and it boils water just as quickly as some of its far more expensive competitors. Insert joke on stocking up on this stock pot here.

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Instant-read thermometers are crucial for cooking confidently. We wrote a whole post about why you need a thermometer. For me, it's all about reliability. When I take the temperature of a roast chicken, I can know firmly that it won't poison me or my boyfriend. (I assume poisoning a loved one is a paranoia that many people have.) While we recommend the Thermapen quite often, the ThermoPop offers similar reliability and accuracy with a much better price tag (as does the Lavatools Javelin).

Both of these were winners in our review of the most affordable digital thermometers. I think they make great wedding gifts for budding cooks and are wonderful stocking stuffers.

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You should own an immersion blender. The other day I was making chocolate pudding, and it was coming out pretty lumpy. The lumps were my fault, of course. Instead of panicking, I asked Daniel what to do. "Use an immersion blender," he said. And I did. As soon as I did a few blitzes, all those corn starch clumps disappeared, leaving a super-creamy, luscious pudding behind. The moral of this story is an immersion blender can save you in a clumpy pinch. It can also whirl together a pretty good homemade mayo, blend an excellent smoothie, and purée creamy broccoli-cheddar soup.

We did test quite a few immersion blenders, and while the All-Clad version reigned supreme, the Hamilton Beach one—at just $31 (a third of the price of the All-Clad)—did a helluva job. Should you run into my same pudding fiasco, it will definitely serve you well.

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Keeping a cast iron pan in your kitchen can require a little maintenance, but it's well worth it. A 12-inch skillet is useful for all manner of sweet and savory recipes, whether you're looking to sear the perfect steak, throw together a comforting pasta dish, or bake a rich, chocolaty cake. I have made said cake several times for dinner and birthday parties, and it's always a hit. Plus, carrying the skillet to the party location is a good little workout.

Ten-inch cast iron skillets are pretty great for a small apartment kitchen, but the 12-inch skillet is ideal if you're cooking for a crowd or want leftovers.

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We have quite a few angel food cake recipes on the site, like this one with maple sugar and this gluten-free one. If you want to make them (and make them well), use this aluminum tube pan. While you might be tempted to buy a nonstick pan for this bake, don't! It won't offer enough traction for your batter to climb and rise properly.

Along with being affordable, this aluminum pan has a removable bottom, so you can simply remove the cake when it's cool. It makes baking cakes like this one even more effortless.

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Stella raves about this brownie pan in her essential baking tools post. Why? Well, it's anodized aluminum (meaning it's nonreactive), so when you're making something acidic like lemon bars, you won't need to worry about them picking up a gross metallic flavor. It also has a removable bottom, so you can easily extract all sorts of delicate desserts, whether you're doing for glossy fudge brownies or hot cross buns.

You may recognize this brand as the one that also makes Stella's favorite cake pans. In Fat Daddio's we trust for our baking needs.

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It's common knowledge at Serious Eats that inexpensive skillets can often work as well as fancy ones, and this one by Cooks Standard is no exception. With a wide cooking surface, it offers plenty of space to sauté vegetables or sear a piece of meat. While it doesn't have a warranty, like many other more expensive pans, at under $35 it's a pretty safe bet.

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In our review of the best baking dishes (or casserole dishes), we found the glass model by Anchor Hocking to be a reliable and affordable purchase. The large handles make it simple to transport the pan from the oven to the table; the tall sides are ideal for thicker bars or a many-layered lasagna; and it's nice and lightweight. Just know you can't use it under the broiler because it may crack or shatter.

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There are many uses for fine-mesh strainers, from dusting powdered sugar over a cake to poaching eggs and sifting flour. You can use it to steam vegetables; even to make your own cheese. This set of three will serve you well in all sorts of cooking and baking projects.

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One thing I learned in culinary school is that there is absolutely no comparison between pre-cracked pepper in that little metal container and freshly cracked pepper from a pepper mill. I guess if I had to describe each of them, respectively, I'd go with something like "sawdust" versus "rich, vibrant, floral, warm seasoning." Which one would you want to use?

We reviewed the best pepper mills on the market and Fletcher's pepper mill took home top marks. It not only made the finest powder of all the mills, but it also was the most efficient mill we tested (meaning fewer grinds produced a higher yield). The fact that it also looks great on a table was not lost on any of us.

And while this model is certainly more expensive than that tin of pepper from the supermarket, it'll pull its weight, helping you to make flavorful and balanced pasta alla gricia, cacio e pepe, and anything else that requires a few good cracks of pepper.

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Daniel wrote at length about why every kitchen needs a salt pig. In short, you need an easy-to-access container with a nice large opening so that you can get a nice pinch of salt whenever you need it.

Sure, this one from Emile Henry is a bit on the expensive side. You can always store your salt in a pint container or ninth pan. But for a little extra money, this salt pig looks great on the counter—and serves as a reminder that you should be seasoning everything you make throughout the cooking process. Pro tip: It also makes a great gift for someone who is already fully stocked on knives and fancy cookware.

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The Weekly Roundup: Your Go-To Guide For Everything You May Have Missed This Week & More! 3/23 – 3/29

Welcome to Ben Greenfield's Weekly Roundup and Cool New Discoveries!

Ben Greenfield's discoveries from the latest news from the fronts of fitness, nutrition, health, wellness, biohacking and anti-aging research. I also recap my upcoming events and special announcements so you can keep up with giveaways, discounts and more!

New Discoveries Of The Week: Cool New Things I'm Trying, Books I'm Reading, And More!

– Awesome “Cookbook” I Discovered

–The Food Lab: Better Home Cooking Through Science: This book was winner of the James Beard Award for General Cooking and the IACP Cookbook of the Year Award and described by the New York Times Book Review as “the one book you must have, no matter what you’re planning to cook or where your skill level falls.”

…Ever wondered how to pan-fry a steak with a charred crust and an interior that's perfectly medium-rare from edge to edge when you cut into it? How to make homemade mac ‘n' cheese that is as satisfyingly gooey and velvety-smooth as the blue box stuff, but far tastier? How to roast a succulent, moist turkey (forget about brining!)―and use a foolproof method that works every time? Author J. Kenji López-Alt has pondered all these questions and more.

In The Food Lab, Kenji focuses on the science behind beloved American dishes, delving into the interactions between heat, energy, and molecules that create great food. Kenji shows that conventional methods often don’t work that well, and home cooks can achieve far better results using new―but simple―techniques.

In hundreds of easy-to-make recipes, you will find out how to make a foolproof Hollandaise sauce in just two minutes, how to transform one simple tomato sauce into a half dozen dishes, and much more. It's blowing the mind of my little food podcasting twin boys, and I'm digging it, too. You can grab the cookbook (along with its 1000+ color photographs here).

– My Afternoon Chocolate “Tea”

MiCacao Tea: I've mentioned MiCacao tea once or twice on previous podcasts and posts. My friend Tucker Max recently informed me he doesn't drink coffee in the morning but he does drink chocolate every morning and proceeded to tell me about “MiCacao Tea.” I ordered it from Amazon and I must admit that it literally tastes like drinking a chocolate bar.

It is a loose-leaf chocolate tea made from the shell of the cacao bean and is 100% cocoa-based. It is completely natural, preservative free, without any artificial flavors or starches, and is also organic, gluten-free, vegan, and sugar-free. The ingredients are – drumroll please… cacao nibs and cacao shells. Can't beat that. Click here to grab a bag from Amazon (I blend two full tablespoons with hot water in my NutriBullet, along with cinnamon, stevia, a pinch of sea salt, and, for a real party in your mouth, a tablespoon of coconut oil). Bon appétit!

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– Kris Gethin, Founder of the Dramatic Transformation Principle, Interviews Ben Greenfield

– The Easy Way to Stop Eating Junk Food

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Metroid Prime 4: #1- The Lay of the Land

This is the beginning of documentation representing my journey through the Metroid franchise by Nintendo. First, a warning: This next little bit is a flashback that leads up to now.

When Nintendo first mentioned that Metroid Prime 4 was in development I thought man, I really should beat the first Metroid Prime. Back in the days before the Wii I worked my Metroid Prime all the way up to the Ridley battle and then set it down for a few years. I got into different games like Soul Calibur II and Tales of Symphonia. Soul Calibur was a great bro bonding game and I still think it is. The next few years were spent focusing on college and then I bought a Wii. I thought the Gamecube was obsolete at this point since my Wii could play Gamecube games, but man was I wrong. Buying the Wii U proved this to me. I wanted to play all discs on one system but I couldn’t do that. I wanted (and still want) purity with my consoles. This resulted in my going hard into my Gamecube again and getting the hardware peripherals that made it stand on par with the Wii, if not debatably better. I bought the digital component cable for a wildly discounted price on eBay, and the Gameboy player and disc. I got super lucky in finding the component cables at the price I found them at and I think the seller was in a pinch because it WAS around the holidays and I was just randomly checking the listings and was like “holy crap.” No bidding, just buy it now. Can’t say, won’t say. It was also around this time that Nintendo announced that they were starting development for Metroid Prime all over from scratch. Hearing this news felt like hearing a referee pistol. If Nintendo was going to give me a fair warning that shit was getting real about Metroid Prime 4, then it’s up to me to get on the ball and meet Nintendo and Retro Studios in stride. My instincts told me to go beat my original Metroid Prime file, finally. My hardware was excellent and Nintendo sent the official signal; let’s go.

Turning on Metroid Prime for the first time in years with my original save file still intact, I expected to me extremely rusty at the controls and traversing the landscape. Surprisingly it came back fairly quickly and before I knew it I was blasting different colored Metroids away no problem. What I didn’t realize was exactly how close I was to actually beating the game. The final boss was all I had to defeat. Really? 17 years just for that? If my memory serves me correctly, I simply just didn’t want the game to end. I do that. Leave books unfinished, leave movies before the end, compose music and leave the ending open, and I don’t know why. I want time to soak into the experience and really savor it. Perhaps I’m not so much a voracious consumer of entertainment but rather an appreciative connoisseur. Back in 2004, I remember being at a drummer’s house that I was in drum corps with, and he was a stupid competitive type that turned everything into a pissing contest. Once he found out that I had gotten all the way up to Ridley or something he set out to beat that game asap. It was when he was at the final boss that I got my first glimpse of the future 15 years later. Damn.

Anyway, I beat Prime but I still have this amazing fully loaded Gamecube that has the OEM digital component cable, and Gameboy Advance player. My next move was obvious. I wasn’t done with the original Metroid Prime yet, not by a long shot! If you’re a fan of Metroid, you love finding secrets and collecting all de tings. To get the full original Metroid Prime experience, I had to play and beat Metroid Fusion for the Gameboy Advance. I eBay-ed it up asap. It’s kinda funny- Fusion showed up in the mail right on the day or day after I beat Prime. Pretty cool.

Getting into Metroid Fusion was something I wasn’t ready for but always wanted. It was Super Metroid that turned me into a fan. The music, the beautiful colors, the crunchy explosions, and the search really got me looking in every nook and cranny in each level. I wanted more and Fusion was it but I didn’t have a Gameboy Advance and wasn’t going to shell out even more money if I wasn’t going hard into games back then. At that time I was so into music and rocking harder than life could offer that I just could not afford to allocate money toward a handheld that still was not backlit. Fuck that. When I saw pictures of Fusion all I could think was that it was Super Metroid 2. After playing it, man, was I right about that.

Metroid Fusion is so amazing. I love 2D Metroid-style games. Hell, I spent a large part of 2018 playing through the indie game A Robot Named Fight on Steam and currently have a thoroughly played but not beaten Axiom Verge save file on my Wii U. Again, Nintendo gave the signal and I had to run with it so here we are. What I love about Fusion is quite a few things. I love the graphics. The colors are so vibrant and all the sprites look lively. Even though the Gameboy Advance’s resolution is apparent on a 480p screen, it still plays amazingly. The controls are tight and intuitive. I did get lost a lot and backtracked often to find that random wall that needed to be blown through to progress to the next area. I love how the security levels kept me from progressing just enough to experience the game unfold before me. Oh man, I loved hiding from SA-X. What a cool addition. I swore a lot at the spider boss because it took me the most tries to defeat. It was somewhere around that point where I thought that this game wasn’t for amateur platform players. You really had to have a handle on things to get any further. The moment Fusion Stole my heart was in chapter 11, at Plant Core X.

In Metroid Other M, there were oftentimes feelings of isolation and maybe even mild claustrophobia. The same could even go for the final boss in Metroid Prime. There’s something really gross-but-in-a-cool-way about destroying a slimy bug hive in a dark triple sub basement, especially if you have to spelunking your way to perform the extermination. In Fusion, it’s sooo different, but the feeling is eerily similar in a way that I absolutely love. When I first experience Plant Core X, I didn’t think I would be emotionally attached to my character. I didn’t think I was Samus. But then I kept getting dragged into the poisonous flower swamp that released deadly spores into the air in a wide horizontal sine wave pattern. The music was minimal and just a little quieter than the rest of the game. I kept trying to jump out of the swamp but I couldn’t get out. It frustrated me because it interrupted my flow. I felt helpless and that my situation was serious, even over my head. I was suffocating. I felt connected to Samus and like I had entered an extremely deadly area. If Samus is an exterminator, this place was ground zero for the cause of everything in Fusion. Don’t get me wrong- all the other bosses are vital to making up the game but at Plant Core X, Samus gets into deep shit. Imagine that you’re stuck in a poisonous swamp or quicksand and you keep trying to jump out but the sludge keeps pulling you back in. Now imagine all that while the air around you is raining poisonous dandelion seeds. There’s no way you can’t get hit or sucked into the swamp. What an amazing experience. I couldn’t believe what I was feeling. Here’s a YouTube link to this experience but it’s not me playing. Whoever played in this video did way better than me but I think you can get an idea of what I’m talking about. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=347poZRrbrQ

Just last week I beat Fusion but didn’t do so well in collecting all the little things in the game. The final boss was cool and well drawn for the time period and hardware imho. My main goal was to unlock the original NES Metroid in my copy of Metroid Prime on the Gamecube. Since I have a Gameboy Advance that my dad found on a school bus and no kids claimed, I used it to link up to my cube with the Fusion cart and unlocked Metroid.

That brings us to the current moment. Today I figured out how to save my original Metroid game on the Gamecube. This was a little confusing because the Gamecube controller doesn’t have a select button like the original NES. Instead it’s the Z button. To save while you’re playing the game, you need a second controller, just like in the original Legend of Zelda, and while paused push UP and A to initiate the save screen without dying.

I can’t wait to get into it. When the original Metroid screen comes up on my HDTV in a somewhat aliased 480p widescreen picture, I am immediately in a time warp. Since I never played the original Metroid as a kid, my only memories of that game are from looking at strategy guides that didn’t show you everything. I didn’t think much of it then because Mario was it. I used to watch the title screen to Zelda II: The Adventure of Link over and over again as a kid and look into the stars on the screen and just wonder endlessly about anything. It cast a spell over me or something; I was captivated. With Metroid, the original, it is now happening again. The game is brand new to me and I couldn’t give a care to anything modern as far as gaming and technology if I tried. The stars in the background, the blinking letters of METROID, the fairly quick opening sequence loop- all of this shows me that I’ve never grown up from being a kid after all. I’m still the same after all these years. The world can only help me build character and deep down I’m just the same kid that gets filled with endless wonder when 8 bit Nintendo does it’s thing. Amazing.

For a current side note, I’d like to add that in Fusion, you can hear sound effects that are similar to those in the Virtual Boy’s Galactic Pinball. Although the composer for Fusion was not the same as Galactic Pinball, Galactic Pinball’s composer was the same for Super Metroid and Mike Tyson’s Punch Out: Kenji Yamamoto. You can hear similarities everywhere like Yamamoto was consulted often. And if you’re not aware, Galactic Pinball does have a miniature Metroid space shooter game as a bonus easter egg on one of the tables. I like to think that only the hardcore Nintendo fans know this.

Anyway. I’ll report back as soon as more progress is made with the original Metroid. In the meantime, here is my most recent Twitter post with a pic documenting where things are at.

https://twitter.com/VeryBadTim/status/1100219464585490434

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