#mikoto looks really hot with his hair down

[fuutakaijyama]

Mikoto Kayano and Futa Kajiyama reacting to reader dying in their arms after being beat by Kotoko and in her final moments she tells them to move on she loves and to get out of Milgram? (All separate)

UGH I LOVE WRITING ANGSTY STUFF I GOT U ANON

A LOVERS ENEMY.

Mikoto Kayano x reader, Fuuta Kajiyama x reader. (separate scenarios)

description l In MILGRAM, being voted guilty is one of the worst things to happen to you.

includes : Angst, reader death, mentions of Kokoto, mentions of Fuuta’s sister, murder.

NOTICE: Events happen after T1 and before T2

FUUTA KAJIYAMA VER.

It all happened so quickly, the feeling of that hot liquid substance spraying out of your mouth as you clutched your stomach for dear life, you couldn't cry anymore, the pain was too much.

You tried catching your breath, feeling your chest grow colder as you looked at the dim ceiling lights, Kotoko had left you to die.

You felt yourself finally drop to the floor, hearing the screams of a familiar red haired boy. Fuuta Kajiyama, your only friend in MILGRAM.

“Firecracker! Hey- hey- stay with me okay? Look at me, firecracker..” He pleaded with you, picking you up in his lap as he rubbed the back of your head, you were both worse for wear, mostly you. You coughed harshly, blood spilling out of your mouth as you tried to speak.

He began to panic even more, grabbing your cheek and bringing his face to meet yours.

“Fuuta.. get out of-” You started violently coughing again, blood splattering all over his torn uniform, “Get out of MILGRAM as fast as you can.. please..” He looked at you in panic, grabbing his hand you rested your forehead on his shoulder, a deep cry from Fuuta began to spill.

“No.. I can't.. firecracker please! Not without you!” He was doing his best to keep his emotion from spilling.

“Fuuta.. get out and take care of your sister.. please..?” You felt the blood trickle down your back and chin, your time was coming soon.

“Firecracker why? Why? You can't say things like that.. why?”

You took in a sharp breath, in a last ditch attempt you said what you had been meaning to say for the last three years of being in this god forsaken prison.

“Because I love you..”

With that you gave up, feeling your body go cold as you felt yourself fall backwards, the sensation of your eyes closing as you heard the deafening ringing in your ears, you could hear the sounds of Fuuta screaming, but it was too late.

MIKOTO KAYANO VER.

It only took a second, one, single, second.

You were backed up against a wall, feeling Kotoko’s fist plunge into your stomach, now leaving you to die.

You could hear the familiar footsteps of the man who's cell sat in front of yours. Mikoto Kayano.

You had watched him fight Kotoko earlier, seeing it end in a draw after you watched, it left you with a sigh of relief. But here you were, it was Kotoko’s victory.

You felt Mikoto’s fingers dangle at your chin, looking up at him in defeat, the print of your blood on the wall behind you, his fist next to your ear, he stared at you for what felt like eternity.

“Dove, do you remember what I said when we met? That I promised I wouldn't let her hurt you?” You tried to answer, to his surprise he watched in horror as you coughed up clots of blood, splattering all over the prison uniform.

“Dove, dove. Don't say anything.. just listen.” He ran his fingers through your hair, a strange expression of pity on his face, but was it really pity?

“Mikoto.. get out.. go lead what they call.. a normal life..” You almost pleaded, your voice barely above a whisper as you looked up at him, feeling his hands snake around your waist.

He stayed silent, waiting for you to finish.

“Go back to the normalcy you had.. without the burden of me-” You stopped, coughing again, this time Mikoto seemed more concerned, holding you in a way that would make it easier for you to breath.

“Cupcake?! Cupcake look at me!” He pleaded, holding you by the underarms as he watched your head drop to view his knees.

You could feel your body growing cold, it all started to come down so fast, your chest didn't hurt anymore, instead it felt colder than before, a ringing in your ears as you looked at his knees, a tear dripping from your chin.

“The burden of loving me..” He stared in shock as you felt your eyes closing for the final time. He held you so close, like a stray kitty.

“There's never a burden you could give me.” He whispered, knowing you were dead, he had one goal.

Give Kotoko the same fate.

[cottoncandy-cult]

Slippery Accidents

Yuma Mukami X Daughter! Reader

This man is the love of my life as far as DL is concerned, Yuma will always be in my top 10. Even top 5. I found an amv for Lucas Graham's 7 years that was nothing but Yuma and it's honestly my favorite amv aside from one for Mikoto Suoh involving Hollywood Undead's song Lion.

(Y/n) giggled as she played in the woods, her father always let her play out in the forest during the day. Currently she was trying to see how high she could climb; she had gotten pretty high up as she couldn't make out the details of the ground anymore. Deciding she was high enough she went to climb down, though a rough wind swept through and drew her attention to the sky. She noticed that light blue was quickly growing darker, a sudden storm beginning to sweep in. She rushed to try and climb down, but another wind made a branch shake under her feet and sent her crashing down.

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With Yuma

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The large man sat up with a yawn, he had been napping on one of the couches in the den for the last hour since it had been a nice a day. Though now it wasn't so nice, rain was pouring down, and the skies were dark. He was surprised to see it was only 3 or 4 in the afternoon, as the storm made it seem much later. "Good you're awake, have you seen (Y/n) she's supposed to help me make dinner." Yuma turned to see Ruki, cocking an eyebrow as he scratched the back of his head with a yawn. "She went out earlier to play, have you checked her room? She should have been back by now." The titan of a vampire moved to stand, stretching as Ruki shook his head.

Yuma felt his blood go cold but he didn't show it, simply making a "tch" and looking away before going to put his shoes on. (Y/n)'s mother was a human, so despite taking mostly after her father she was a bit more fragile than a regular vampire or even a half blood like him. It took longer for her to heal; she could also get sick though it would only last a few days. "Are you going to find her?" Ruki had straightened up, steel like eyes locked onto his larger brother. "Of course, she's my daughter."

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(Y/n) woke to her head throbbing, making her whine as she opened her eyes. Everything seemed like a haze, her sinuses were blocked she was both hot and cold. "Good, you're awake. You had me worried." The deep and familiar voice of her father actually helped to soothe her headache; she slowly tilted her head to look at him. "Daddy?..." Her voice was scratchy, her throat was hurting and really dry.  Yuma helped her to sit up, handing her a glass of water that she happily drank down. "Take it easy, you hit your head pretty hard, and you got a cold from the rain." He helped her get comfortable after she satisfied her thirst, keeping a straight face as he tucked her in.

"Are you mad at me daddy?..." She gave him a miserable look, the fact she was more worried about being in trouble than her physical state bothered him some, but he smiled to her. "No, I'm just glad you're ok. I found you passed out on the ground; you were soaked in water. We called sow over and she cleaned you up, she's been worried about ya but she plans to come over tomorrow." He ran his fingers through her hair, watching his little girl close her eyes and begin to fall asleep. "I love you daddy..." These sleepy words slipped from her, quickly dozing off before she heard a response. "I love you too sweetheart... Sleep well." The older vampire got comfy in his chair; he wouldn't be leaving her side til she had fully recovered.

[happythexceed]

Summary of K SEVEN STORIES  “The Idol K”

I had compiled all 6 episodes of roughly 4 minutes of content (2 minutes for the ED song). 4 minutes x 6 episodes = 24 minutes = 1 anime episode. 

Spoilers ahead. Sorry for any discrepancy (sequence and details etc). I tried to put in whatever I remembered I watched once and I’m not so good in remembering details.  Some of the sub feels a bit vague.

1

The setting was the same as K Project except that the characters are idols under Kokujouji Daikaku’s jurisdiction. The Silver Record was having a meeting about rice. Shiro decided to organise a charity event. Kuroh reminded him that they knew nothing about rice and agriculture and THEY ARE IDOLS. They are not suppose to deal with that. Shiro responded with “can’t they do that?” much to Kuroh’s dismay. Worse still, it was not kept among the Silver Record. Shiro wanted to involve the other entertainment companies much to Kuroh’s horror. Shiro would approach HOMRA Entertainment first and Kuroh warned him it would be very difficult to get them to agree to collaborate with them considering their passion. Neko claimed to be close with Anna (she would be easier to talk to). Kuroh highlighted that Anna and Totsuka Tatara were exception but it would be difficult to get the other HOMRA idols such as the one who just returned from America and that he is a walking furnace (hottest looking with his hair down) and an idol who was calculative (can’t remember the actual word used to describe Kusanagi).

But still since Shiro had decided, Kuroh would lend him a land and the scene ended with the three of them leaving for HOMRA.

2

The Silver Trio headed to Bar HOMRA to talk them into joining them in their charity effort. Neko was as usual excited to see Anna. Mikoto is sleeping as usual (he is the hottest looking man in the room. Girls in cinema swoon over him when the scene was zoomed into his sleeping face). Totsuka was practicing his guitar. (This was the first time Shiro met Totsuka in person).

Kusanagi has received an email from Shiro about the collaboration. In terms of profit is a NO especially with Tatara and Anna commanding a fees of 100 million yens! Shiro showed his sincerity by paying them with… hmm… onigiri!! Well, Kusanagi was probably going to reject them BUT… in the nick of time someone commented that it tasted good. The sleeping boss had accepted the payment. He ate the onigiri. Totsuka and Anna followed suit as they were hungry after practicing so hard. Kusanagi sighed in defeat knowing that Shiro had used their weaknesses to his advantage. He would have rejected outright if he came with an air as the Boss of Silver Record. Since things come to this, they might as well do them this favour.

With that the silver trio would be heading to Promotion Scepter 4 next. They knew they would be a harder nut to crack but still they are going anyway.

3

Awashima, Doumyouji and Hidaka were rehearsing a play. This is where the chibi characters were presented as a flat piece of paper as they turned their bodies. In the script, Awashima was torn between choosing Doumyouji or Hidaka as her “love” partner when the Silver Trio paid their visit.

Neko was able to parrot Awashima’s dialogue. It was said that their Captain was out and asked them to rehearse till he comes back. It was their culture to call their boss as “Captain”. Awashima had read their email and noted that Shiro wanted them to collaborate for a “rice” charity event. She was sorry that she had to reject as Shiro presented the origiri as the payment to them when Munakata stepped in. He accepted the offer immediately much to everybody’s dismay. Munakata explained that Isana-shi (he addressed him that way) had the benefits stated clearly in his email to them and why they should help. Kuroh then realised Shiro used different ways to deal with different company: Homra Entertainment with “feeling” and Promotion Scepter 4 with logic. Next, Shiro is going to Jungle Pro which doesn’t work with “feeling” and “logic”. Even so, Shiro was not going to leave them out (acknowledging their ability).

4

Hisui, Sukuna, Iwa and Yukari were debating whether Isana Yashiro will drop by to visit them. Only Hisui feels that he would come. Hisui feels troubled. Because he feels that Isana Yashiro and himself are birds of a feather. Indeed, The Silver Trio came to their underground hideout.

Shiro came to talk them into joining them for the rice charity event. They discussed why JUNGLE chose to operate underground. They disagreed that only certain chosen people can become idols and Hisui had a dream to give all people a chance to become idols. Yukari claimed that he could shine better with JUNGLE and mentioned about Ichigen which pissed Kuroh off as he had no right to talk about Ichigen-sama. Kuroh decided he would follow Shiro’s teaching. Iwa noted that Shiro was retrospective person. They talked some things in the past with Kokujouji Daikaku and it’s a high level conversation. Hisui would like to shoot a music video with Ameno Miyabi as he finds her similar and Neko would only follow Shiro and no one else.

Shiro presented his onigiri and Hisui stared at them for some time. He would agree to help if JUNGLE is able to get undivided attention and Shiro agreed to it. Hence JUNGLE joined them in for the event.

The Silver Trio is done with the the three entertainment companies and Shiro decided to pay a visit to the most popular duo in the industry next, Fushimi Saruhiko and Yata Misaki.

PS: Out of the 4, Iwa as the Grey King, had a different uniform.

5

The Silver Record Trio headed to the school island to pay the duo a visit. Kuroh wondered why they need to pay them a visit when their entertainment companies had agreed to help them. Shiro mentioned they were just going to tell them to “Please support them”. The school island had the sceneries suitable for filming.

The duo were filming special effect for a kid show where one is an ally of justice and the other is a devil who kills all people. Yeah, Yata is a hero and he gets a cape on screen on The Idol K finally. The two of them had a healthy rivalry relationship Shiro hoped Kuroh can have with Yukari.

Yata and Fushimi should have been over (the betrayal) as Yata is talking to Fushimi and getting along very well with him. During their break, Fushimi was grumbling about how lousy the script is written and Yata said he enjoyed it. Shiro greeted them and hope to get their support. They had both heard from their company about the charity event. Yata had no complaint if Kusanagi had agreed. Fushimi will just do his job.

Shiro presented them with the onigiri as the reward. Fushimi stared at it and Shiro replied that there’s only salt as filling. Yata teased that Shiro have even make the effort to research on Fushimi’s preference. They are going to have a wonderful performance.

6

It is finally the day of the rice charity event and everybody gather at Hirasaka Building. Shiro is looking up to the sky. Kuroh and Neko came to the rooftop to search for him. They can’t start without him.

Kuroh talked to Shiro as initially he thought Shiro came up with this in a whim but he realized that he had carefully planned for this. His intention is more than just having the charity event. Despite being similar to Hisui Nagare, they are very different altogether. While Hisui will like to let everyone become an idol, Shiro only asked each of them for just one little something which is to put a smile on others’ faces. The idols are only restricted to the work by their individual company. By gathering all entertainment companies together, not just pleases all the fans, it makes the idols happy too.

Yata is seen fired up. Mikoto have not felt excitement for a very long time glancing at Munakata’s direction. Munakata is getting his members ready. Awashima declared that they will not lose, Fushimi will do what he do as usual. Sukuna decided he would not lose out.

Back to the Silver Trio, Kuroh noted Shiro had been carrying the origiri all the time and wondered if he had not finished distributing them. Nope he had carefully counted and there are onlt three left. As the event is going to take a long time, they are to eat up so they will have the energy till the end of the event.

[stannienight]

Kay then don’t worry cuz i will be spamming requests XDDD

Could you write a oneshot where Saiki has a nightmare and how his s/o would react ?

Pwetty please <3

thank you sm for the ask!!!

gender neutral reader 1.2k fluff!

my first saiki k oneshot! lessgo <3 ~ You were staying the night at Saiki's, something you seemed to be doing often these days. His mother was more than okay with it (you loved her just as much as Saiki, honestly) so you found yourself here, on a Sunday night, watching the sweets special on TV at 11 pm. The show was just coming to an end, which meant it was around time to go to sleep as the both of you had school tomorrow.

Saiki slept on a single bed, but since the very first night you'd stayed over he'd arranged another bed for you a bedside table from his own. You understood, of course, he had always been a bit sensitive to touch and you didn't want to cross any barriers. You were happy enough to date him at all.

"You have your blanket and stuff?" he said absentmindedly, making his bed.

"Yep, got it all." You had a little lion plushie as well that your propped up on your bed. In other circumstances you would've minded terrible sleeping with a plushie in front of someone else- but this was Saiki, and you were sure he didn't mind Imani at all.

"Cool. Goodnight then, y/n."

"Goodnight, babe."

You know his face went a shade of red, because he immediately turned his back on you and scrunched his body up. You loved calling him nicknames, it's one of the few things that flustered him, mostly because you didn't think about it beforehand, it just slipped out.

"No, I'm not blushing." He must've heard you thinking. Still, his voice was small, so it wasn't very convincing. "I said I'm not!"

"Sure, Saiki. Sleep well.”

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He did not sleep well at all.

You knew something was wrong when you woke up to steadily increasing heat. You suddenly felt the immense urge to throw off your blanket, and looked at Saiki reflexively. He was sitting straight up on his bed, gazing into nothingness.

You immediately got up and sat by his leg, placing a tentative hand on him. "Sweetheart? You okay?"

The touch seemed to startle him back to his senses. "Yeah. Yeah, I'm good."

"You look a little shaken up. Here, wait." You hurried to the kitchen and brought him a glass of water. "Drink up."

"I could've done that myself, you know." Still, he put the glass to his lips and finished it in one fell swoop.

"Should I get more?"

"No, it's okay. I just had a little nightmare."

Saiki didn't get nightmares often. There was little to be afraid of when you're ageless and immortal, so it had to be something real scary.

"Nightmares are bad. Here, cool down. You ended up heating the entire room."

"Oh, my bad." He quickly lowered the temperature.

"What was it about?"

"Uhm..."

"Go on, tell me. It's okay, I won't judge you. It can be a bunch of cockroaches for all I care. Once I had a nightmare that a Mickey Mouse hot air balloon was carrying me away from earth all the way into space, you know? It was still scary."

"It wasn't really anything like that." He tilted his head slightly, his hair flopping into his eyes, and you took a quick second to appreciate how beautiful his purple eyes looked in the dim light. "It was about... well, my friends."

"Oh? What about them?" You shifted yourself a bit closer to him and hesitantly reached for his hand. You looked at him questioningly, a bit nervous, but he didn't pull his hand away. You couldn't help but smile as you slipped yours in it.

"It was like... this is embarrassing, God. I dreamed that the Dark Reunion finally got to us- Kaidou must've gotten to me, damn it- but I didn't have any powers? And I just... sort of, watched... as they... they were just huge, looming shadows, and they sort of swallowed them all up."

Crap. That was terrifying. You would've been gasping for breath by now. "Who was there?" you asked softly.

"Kaidou, Nendo, and Aren, I think. Chiyo, Mikoto, Hairo, even Teruhashi. I don't really like Teruhashi but I felt really bad hearing her scream in fear. That's all I remember."

"That sounds terrifying, love. Here, breathe."

"I am breathing. And I won't really lose my powers. I know that."

"Yes, but it's okay to be scared."

He really did look alarmed, despite his casual words. His eyes were wide and his voice was dazed. The dream must've been really vivid.

"Should I spend tonight with you?"

It came out before you could think about it- you just couldn't bear seeing Saiki this shaken up and leaving him to sleep alone after that.

"What?"

"Just... I don't know. I don't want to make you uncomfortable. Maybe, just for tonight, I could sleep here? With you? You know. Hold your hand and stuff. So you won't get nightmares again. Maybe. I don't know. Okay, maybe it was a stupid id-"

His hand tightened just the slightest around yours but it felt like he'd squeezed it pretty hard. You almost winced. Hand-holding could get a little complicated. You looked up at his beautiful amethyst eyes, almost black. He didn't want to say it with his own mouth, but you knew he meant "Okay."

You tried your hardest to keep the stupid soft smile off your face as he moved over a bit, leaving half the bed empty. He was a bit on the skinnier side, after all.

"You sure this is okay?"

"Mmh."

His arm was outstretched so you could use it as a sort of pillow.

"Maybe you should be the little spoon. You know, I don't want you to accidentally crush me in your arms or anything," you added hastily.

He hesitated a bit, then sighed. "Yeah. Okay. C'mere."

He shifted towards the outside of the bed, leaving the wall side empty. You quickly crawled up in the space, shoving him a little but you doubt he noticed.

"This is a bit strange," he said softly.

"Yeah. But it's okay, right? It's nice."

"I feel a bit wonky. Maybe you could, like..." He took your arm and put it under his head so you both could sleep comfortably. "That okay?"

You couldn't keep the grin off your face this time. "Yeah. Yeah, it's nice."

You ended up snaking a tentative arm over his torso until you could feel his hand on the other side, which you took nervously, waiting for some sort of reaction. His body relaxed against yours and he gently stroked your hand instead of holding it (which was just as well, it was still a bit sore from before) and you relaxed as well.

"Sleep well, and dream of me this time, okay love?" you whispered in his ears.

"Okay. Thanks."

You cautiously nuzzled yourself into his neck just a bit and closed your eyes, your hand still lingering on his and hoping he doesn't have any more bad dreams. If he did you were ready to grab a chainsaw and-

"Okay, you're the one planting violent images in my brain now," Saiki chuckled, a sound that made butterflies flutter in your stomach- it was just so rare. "Go to sleep as well."

"Yeah. Goodnight."

"Goodnight," he held his breath. "...love." ~ i hope it was okay! it isn’t as good as i’d like it to be but i’ve never written saiki before so hopefully i’ll get better lol send me more asks for hcs, oneshots, or anything in general! (i have also joined the haikyu fandom so i will take asks for that as well, if anyone has to offer any <3)

[flowerismi]

Experience, Chapter 25

I have exams coming soon, so I'll be very busy from now and until the end of June. Unfortunately that means I won't be posting much 😢

Good thing tho, from July I have 9 weeks vacation. Which means I got plenty of surplus to write hehehe

Hinata slowly took a step inside the huge room. Maybe it was just her imagination. But it looked like everyone was staring at her. And it wasn't her imagination. As both men, and women raisaed their gaze in surprise. Maybe because she was new. Probably, she stood out so much. Her dark hair, and white eyes. Her cleavage and back showing. And as she walked her leg came through the dress. Showing her silky smooth leg. She gulped, concentrating on walking. As her legs felt like jelly, having all those eyes on her. Ino had stopped her outside the room. Complementing her on how beautiful she look. So they were probably just looking because they thought she was pretty. Hinata tried to convince herself. Feeling her cheeks heat up.

Hinata stopped up, trying to get an idea on where to go. She could see Izumi and Itachi, standing up front where the stage was. That was at one end of the room. They were standing with Mikoto and Fugaku. She was about to head over to them. But then she felt a presence behind her. She already knew who it was, long before even turning to see him. Still, she turned around slowly meeting his eyes. Those devilish hungry eyes. Filled with lust. And that villainous smile of his. Eating her alive.

Hinata felt her heart beating too fast for her to follow. Her mind went blank. And her body was aching.

"Hey..."

Sasuke said silently, only for her to hear. His smirk becoming even more dangerous. Hinata had a hard time focusing. He had trapped her in his gaze. Her throat felt dry. And she could feel herself becoming wet, just looking at him like this.

Sasuke had seen her long before everyone else had. She had hardly taken a step inside the room. When his mind went dark. He had such a hard time controlling himself. The low cleavage was showing far more than he could have ever imagined. And he got to see just how big her chest really was. Immediately the blood ran to his crotch. And as she began walking her leg came into view. From her elegant ankle, all the way up to her thigh. He could picture himself grabbing around those thick thighs. He walked around, out of her view. Just so he could get a glimpse of the rest of her. And he came to see how much of her bare back was showing. Just like that evening at the bar, where she had been wearing that turquoise dress. It had been a long time since he had felt like this. Wanting someone like this. Sasuke walked up behind her. And as she had turned around. He got lost in her eyes.

"M-Mr. Uchiha..."

Hinata struggled saying. The way she said his name made him hot. He guided her to the others. Not touching her, giving her space. Sasuke smiled to himself. She looked so sexy, and beautiful.

Hinata was to be seated beside Sasuke and Itachi. Followed by Izumi, Fugaku and Mikoto. The six of them at the front and center of the room. Sasuke pulled out the chair for Hinata to sit down. She sat down. And Sasuke went to sit down himself.

"Miss Hyuga you look stunning!"

Mikoto said, as Hinata sat down. Hinata blushed.

"Thank you Mrs. Uchiha."

Hinata said nervously. She felt so awkward sitting with them. Wasn't it suppose to be just the Uchiha family. As all the guest were sitting down. The lights dimmed down. And a host appeared on the scene.

A three course meal was served. The starter was a seafood soup. Hinata didn't really like the taste. But she forced herself to eat it. Not wanting to be rude. Sasuke could see something was wrong. Because when Hinata was enjoying her food. It was visible on her face. As the host was performing, getting the attention of audience. Sasuke leaned over to Hinata.

"You don't have to eat it if you don't like it..."

He whispered to her. Hinata gasped silently, and blushed embarrassed. She looked ashamed up at Sasuke beside her. As the first hour passed. The starters were brought out again.

"Sasuke you don't like it?"

Mikoto asked, seeing that Sasuke hadn't finished his soup.

"You too Miss Hyuga?"

Mikoto also asked Hinata, seeing that she hadn't finished his either. Hinata felt guilty. Now that such fine food had been prepared. And she really didn't like it.

"It must be the city effecting you guys...

You have been eating that manufactured shit for too long... Now the real thing isn't good enough."

Fugaku said irritated. The city were Sasuke and Hinata lived in was far from the sea. Therefore, not many restaurants sold fresh fish.

"Sure..."

Sasuke answered annoyed. Hinata felt nervous. She felt like she had offended Mikoto, Fugaku, and the staff at the hotel. She made herself promise to eat all of the main course.

"Chicken or beef?"

The servent asked the table.

"Chicken..."

Sasuke replied. The others chose beef. And the servant was only waiting for Hinata to make a decision.

"Uhm.. Chicken..."

Hinata said nervously. And a big plate of delicious food was served for her. It smelled so good. The evening continued, and everything seemed to be going great.

"So... Miss Hyuga. How come you're not working for your father..."

Fugaku asked out of nowhere. Not giving any information about who her father might be. As if it was common knowledge. Hinata had just taken a bite of her food. And now the man who could have her ultimately fired, had asked her his first question of the evening. Hinata froze up. Everyone was staring at her. Waiting for her to reply. Sasuke looked irritated over at his father. As Sauske hadn't asked her that question, and therefore not knowing the answer. Hinata chewed her food only a couple of times. Before swallowing it. Feeling bad, as the piece was way to big to be swallowed.

"... M-my father and I... We uhm... W-we don't see eye to eye on... Surtain things..."

Hinata said, trying to sound confident and serious. Still stumbling over some words. The Uchiha's looked surprised at Hinata. Was she really capable of facing the great Hisagi Hyuga, C.E.O of the Hyper corporation.

"You know my father?..."

Hinata asked hesitant. She looked up at the serious Fugaku.

"I've met him a couple of times..."

Fugaku answered. Not looking back at Hinata. His cold attitude made Hinata feel like ice was running down her back. And she started freezing slightly.

"He's a good buisness man. He have developed a lot of new technology. You must feel proud to have him as father. Even if you don't see eye to eye..."

Fugaku said, finally looking at Hinata. She didn't answer him right away. It was like she was struggling to find the right words. She seemed conflicted.

"... Yeah"

Hinata only replied at the end. Sasuke couldn't stand to see her like that. She seemed so downhearted. Almost as if she was in pain.

"Too bad he doesn't realize he had a genius for a daughter."

Fugaku said all of a sudden. And all eyes widened up in surprise to his words. They all looked suspicious at Fugaku.

"You just saved us 65 millions, and even got us the culprit..."

Fugaku continued.

"Maybe I should make you the C.E.O instead of Sasuke..."

Fugaku said. And the awkward statement sent a silence over the table. Hinata felt like she had an ice lump in her stomach. She felt sweat running down her back. And she was afraid to look at Sasuke. Even though it was a joke, it was a rather uncomfortable one. Putting Hinata in a distressing situation. Sasuke had to stop himself, and count to ten. He closed his eyes, and started counting. As he was about to have the biggest rage of his career. Izumi, Itachi and Mikoto were looking uneasy around at each other. Trying to figure out what to say next. Luckily the silence was cut as a band was presented by the host. And the music filled the room.

After some time, the guests were told to take a short break. Go out to get some fresh air, or get a smoke. While the servants were making everything ready for the casino fundraiser.

"Excuse me, casino fundraiser?"

Hinata asked surprised. She stood outside with Ino and Naruto. Sipping at her red wine.

"Yeah it's the best part of the night!"

Naruto said enthusiastic.

"You don't have to play"

Ino reassured her, smiling. Hinata gave a soothing smile back. A women tapped Ino on her shoulder. And the two of them started talking. Turning their back to Hinata and Naruto.

"So... It's fun isn't it!"

Naruto said as he smiled to Hinata. And Hinata nodded gently. She could feel how the wine she had been sipping at all night, was beginning to take effect.

"My god..."

Naruto said, and looked into the distance. Hinata turned around. Seeing Sasuke standing a little too close with a lady. She was almost leaned up against him.

"He really should get a nice girlfriend instead of all that..."

Naruto said satiated with his friend. He sighed out loud. Hinata felt as her cheeks heated up. Seeing the woman's hand on Sasuke's chest like that. Clinging to him. Her face so close to his. Hinata clenched her fist, and turned herself away from them. She forced a smile to Naruto.

"He's not in a relationship?"

Hinata asked a little curious. Trying not to sound it though. Naruto raised his brows. Looking astonished at Hinata.

"Sasuke? Relationship? Like a real relation to someone?"

Naruto said. And then started laughing. Hinata looked puzzled at Naruto.

"I'm sorry for laughing, it's just... Sasuke have never been in a relationship. Like ever."

Naruto said as he stopped laughing. Hinata was a little taken back by this information. Had he really never been in a relationship.

"Really?... But... What about that woman in his hou-...."

Hinata said, but stopped herself. Naruto looked meddling back at Hinata.

"Wait a minute... Did you run into Kin?"

Naruto asked. Hinata looked stunned and confused.

"She's this tall lady with long black hair and matching eyes..."

Naruto continued. Hinata blushed startled as she remembered a lady matching that description. And her undergarment.

"Ah... Well it was only a matter of time... You go to his house every now and then. So at some point you would eventually run into her."

Naruto said, seeing Hinata blush. Assuming she had already met her. He scratching his head a little taken aback.

"She comes around every now and then. She's one of his regular, if you know what I mean."

Naruto said, and winked twice to Hinata.

"Wait I'm sorry, do you feel weird talking about Sasuke like this?"

Naruto said a little too late. Hinata was red as a tomato. And she didn't know if it was the heat or the alcohol making her dizzy. She was clutching to the wine glass with both her hands. Looking down at the red liquid.

"Oh shit! Sasuke specifically told me to only mention him in regard to work when speaking with employees. Ahh!"

Naruto panicked. Hinata raised her head to face Naruto. Hoping some of the red color from her face had faded.

"I just assumed that you know, since you're here, it would be okay and... Hinata?"

Naruto said startled. Hinata was beginning to sway from side to side with her head. Was it the alcohol affecting her. Naruto quickly grabbed the glass from her hand. And let Hinata rest up against his shoulder.

"I'm so sorry Mr. Uzumaki, I mean Naruto, I mean Mr. Uzu..."

Hinata said but stopped herself. She lifted her head from Naruto's shoulder. Looking up at his blue eyes. Feeling his breath against her face.

"Hinata... Are you alright?"

Naruto asked. Looked worried at her.

"Yeah I'm just... My head hurts a bit. I'm so so sorry, please just ignore me..."

Hinata apologized as if her life depended on it. She felt so ashamed. 'Why did I drink so much! This is disgusting acting this way!' Hinata yelled at herself. She wanted to cry.

"It's okay, here let me help you sit down on the sofa over there"

Naruto said, interrupting Hinata's thoughts.

"No please, you don't have to, I can manage just fine on my own!"

Hinata gently removed herself from Naruto's embrace. She slowly but surely made her way over to the sofa. And sat down relaxed. She smiled reassuring to Naruto. Who had followed just behind her.

"Thank you for your help Naruto..."

Hinata said. Her head still feeling like it was about to blow. Naruto sat down beside her. Placing her wine glass on the table.

"Maybe you should stay off the wine for the rest of the night"

Naruto said and he laughed teasingly to her. Hinata nodded in agreement.

"Yeah..."

She replied.

"So Hinata, how's Neji doing?"

Naruto asked. Hinata raised her eyebrows.

"He's... He's great, I think... He's the C.E.O of his own department in the south. I worked under him for quite some time"

Hinata said, as she felt herself talking a lot more freely than usual. Maybe that was why she always drank so much. Everything was so much easier when it was the alcohol speaking.

"Yeah that's so incredibly! Well he always worked extremely hard. It was only a matter of time"

Naruto said grinning.

"I can't believe it's been over 10 years since we graduated high school together"

Naruto continued, getting nostalgic remembering the good times he, and Neji shared.

"I remember you would have sleepovers doing the weekends..."

Hinata suddenly said. Naruto smiled back at her.

"Oh yeah... I totally forgot about that. You only came sometimes though right? When you were visiting from the city."

Naruto said.

"Yes. I always enjoyed visiting my uncle, and Neji in the countryside."

Hinata answered. The two of them started giggling, remembering the fond memories.

In the other end of the room, a man was getting filed with rage over a ridiculous thing called jealousy. He had not seen the context. But he had turned his head, seeing Hinata resting her face and Naruto's shoulder. And how the two of them sat down together down in the sofa. Giggling, her smile to someone else.

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[unloved-cadillac]

Hello! May I request for Mikoto Suoh x Fem!Reader? The scenario is that Fem!Reader is Yata Misaki's stepsister and Mikoto is dating her, then something hot too at the almost end 😏

This request is a gift for @lunastellanova ❤

C/n: how sweet! Thanks for requesting and I hope that you enjoy🤍

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Protect Her. (Mikoto x Reader)

There was a thing that Yata hadn’t told Mikoto. It wasn’t a big secret but it was a secret nonetheless. It was that he had a sister.

Y/n wasn’t his biological sister since her mother married his dad, but he treated her like she was. She was his best friend and the girl who he told everything to. Including joining HOMRA.

“Oh hell no, Yata. Are you crazy?! I’ve heard stories of their King and how wild he is! You will get killed with him.” Y/n exclaims as she paces up and down Yata’s room. He sat on his bed as he shook his head. “No, Y/n. This man. This king, he’s different. He really is a great guy and one hell of a king. He protects us. He’s not the ruthless man you think he is.” Yata explains and Y/n groans. “I will only allow this on one condition, Yata.” She holds up her pointer finger and he leans forward. “What is it? Anything.”

“I want to meet him.”

And so, that’s how Yata ended up walking his big sister to the Homra bar. His throat itching and mind racing wondering what Mikoto would say. Y/n had a tendency of speaking her mind so she could set his temper off. Oh no. This was a mistake.

But it was too late since she stepped into the bar first making her presence known. Kusanagi turned around and Tatara waved at the newcomer. “Hello there.”

“Don’t “hello there” me. Where is Mikoto Suoh?” Y/n asked looking around. The members of Homra were either ready to fight her or blushing. She was very attractive. Few moments of silence passed and Y/n heard footsteps ascend from the stairs. When the full body was in view, Y/n gulped slightly.

He was so much taller than she expected. His hair a bright red. It reminded her a lot of roses and strawberries. His eyes yellow like a lions and his aura powerful. But Y/n didn’t stand down. Mikoto looked at her as he put his hands in his pockets and took out his cigarette then taking a seat next to Tatara . “Who are you?” He asks as his finger snapped and lit his cigarette.

“Y/n Misaki. The sister of Yata Misaki.” She says proudly and Mikoto looks behind her see Yata wave smally. “Haha. Hi. She really wanted to meet you.” He scratches his head. Mikoto wakes up and stalks over to her. Yata quickly runs to the bar and leaves Y/n to fend for herself. Mikoto studied her. His half opened eyes made it hard for her to concentrate. They really were mesmerizing. “And?” Y/n snaps out of her trance and frowns at him.

“And, I don’t care whether you’re a king or just an ordinary guy. My brother idolizes you and in return for his admiration, I expect you to take care of him. If he gets hurt, king or not, I will kill you, Mikoto Suoh.”

She says his name, sounding it like a signature on a contract of agreement. Y/n stares at him and then turns and walks out of Homra. Mikoto takes a drag of his cigarette, staring as she left. The bar was silent. Of course it was, their king just got threatened to be killed.

“Mikoto? You good?” Kusanagi asks and Mikoto turns around and faces Yata who was shitting bricks. “That’s your sister?” He asks and Yata nods. “Well, step sister. Forgive her, Mikoto. She’s the only family I have so she’s a little overprotective.” Mikoto’s eyebrows raise a bit but then he nods and heads back up to his room.

This girl was something.

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She was surprised to see the Red King at her doorstep with a cigarette in his mouth and a look in his eyes. “Yes?” She asks and he throws the stub away. “You..have been on my mind since you threatened to kill me. Tell me why that is.” Mikoto says amused and Y/n pulls her eyebrows in. “Because you’re afraid of me ending your life.” She answers and he chuckles. A low, deep chuckle that made Y/n salivate and hot a bit.

“And I don’t think it’s fear. I say it’s attraction.”

Y/n’a breath hitches when he stands directly in front of her. His cologne mixed with smoke made him intoxicating. He felt so warm. So homelike. She felt her chin being tilted up and Mikoto stares deep into her eyes. He stays silent but then he leans in and kisses the top of her head. “I’ll take care of your brother for you.” Was the last thing he said before leaving Y/n breathing heavily and dazed.

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It’s been a few months and Y/n started to hang out Homra a bit more than she anticipated. But it wasn’t a problem since she loved the members. Kusanagi was a great guy to talk to as well as Tatara. Their friend always sat on the couch, dozing off.

“You should probably head up to bed, Mikoto. If you’re so tired.” She says and he opens his eyes to look at her. “Yeah. I have something up there for you anyway.” He says getting up and heading up the stairs. “Oh?” She says and follows him. When the door closes, Mikoto grabs her and tosses her onto his bed. She giggles softly as he hovers over her with his own smile. “You’re so handsome.” She tells him as she tuck a hair behind his ear. “So I’ve been told.”

“From who?!” She gasps and he presses his forehead against hers. “You.” She smiles as she connects her lips with his. It turned innocent to passionate very quickly and Mikoto flipped the both of them over so she laid on him. His hands crossed against her back, holding her flush against him. Y/n’s hands ran through his hair, tugging it slightly making he groan. “Don’t start something you can’t finish, Y/n.” He murmurs and she giggles. “Who said I won’t be able to, Mikoto?” She bites his lower lip and Mikoto began to take off her shirt.

“Yo! Mr Mikoto! Mr Kusanagi said- WHOA!” Yata screams and covers his eyes. Y/n pulls her shirt down and Mikoto just looks at him. “Get out, Yata.” He says and Yata nods and closes the door. “I thought the door was closed.” Y/n whispers and Mikoto looks at her. “Yeah I have to get it fixed.” Y/n eye’s widened and playfully slapped him. “He was going to find out anyway, baby.” He says as he lays back down with his hands behind his head.

“Ugh now I’m going to have to explain to MY BABY BROTHER why he caught me almost naked on top of his king.” Y/n groans as she gets up. Mikoto chuckles, earning another playful slap from her. “Come back soon. You have a problem to solve.” He motions to the tent at his pants and she rolls her eyes as she exits his room.

She heads downstairs and sees Yata on the couch, looking like he’s contemplating life. “Yata.” She calls and he looks at her. “You and Mikoto are together?” He asks, straight to the point. She nods and he looks straight ahead. “How long?”

“Couple of months. But Yata,” she sits next to him with a hand on his shoulder, “I love him. He means everything to me and I to him. I was going to tell you I promise. But it was unfortunate you had to see your big sister like that.” She chuckles and he smiles. Yata looks to his sister, face serious. “Does he love you?” “Yes. A lot more than he shows. So, don’t worry about me. I got two crazy red heads to protect me.” She kisses his forehead and he hugs her.

When he pulls away he gets up. “Uh I, should go.” He motions to the door and Y/n nods. “Love ya, sis.” “Love you too.” Yata smiles and leaves the bar. Y/n gets up and she sees Mikoto standing next to the stairs. “What?” She asks.

“You know that was the first time you said “I love you” right?”

Y/n widens her eyes and scratches her head. “R-Really? Oh well yeah. Haha anyway. I’m gonna go.” She blabbers and he grabs her hand and pulls her into him. “I love you too, Y/n. And I’ll protect you too.” He kisses her and takes her up to his room where he showed her how much his love meant.

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“Hope you enjoyed this gift.”

🤍🖤Special tag: @lunastellanova🖤🤍

🖤🤍Thanks for reading🤍🖤

-Caddy.

[hotmesshapa]

VIP • Bang Chan

pairing: bang chan x female reader

genre: smut • DJ!chan x stripper!reader

rating: 18+

word count: 4.6k

warnings: strong language, explicit sexual content, unprotected sex, slight jealousy, very light orgasm denial and spanking, a bit of fluff

a/n: this is the first fic I’ve written in literal years and I have no idea what I’m doing, so I’m sorry in advance lol. also shoutout to these lovelies for being interested from the start 🖤 @mikoto-ica-fics @missskzbiased @bratforbin​ @jungkooksbroski​ 

There are three strict rules in the club: no touching the strippers, no romantic work relationships, and absolutely no sex in the club. Your manager had everyone sign off on his rules for a reason; you didn’t even want to imagine the chaos that could ensue if everyone was allowed to do whatever they desired in the club.

However, whenever Chan was DJing on the nights you worked, you always considered blowing off those rules. But you knew better. You both enjoyed your jobs at the club and wouldn’t risk getting fired over something as stupid breaking the few rules, despite the obvious sexual tension between the two of you. It’s not your fault that he always came into work wearing tight shirts that clung to his muscles in ways that made you drool. It’s not your fault that he flirted back whenever you playfully hit on him while handing off your playlist for the night. It’s not your fault you noticed the way his eyes hungrily stared you down whenever you were on the main stage, or the way his jaw clenched in jealousy whenever you took a guest to the VIP room.

But rules are meant to be broken, right?

Tonight starts out no different from any other work night: greeting the other girls and bartenders, taking a quick shot of tequila for an extra boost of confidence, and digging through your purse trying to find your flash drive of songs you want played for your routines.

“Got anything new for me, babygirl?”

You snap your head up at the sound of the handsome DJ’s voice. “Hello to you too, Chan,” you reply, rolling your eyes. He shamelessly checks you out and gives you a cocky grin that you can’t decide if it makes you want smack him or pounce on him “You know if Minho hears you speak to me like that, you’re in a world of shit.”

“Then it’s a good thing he’s not here tonight. But even if he was, he wouldn’t dare fire me. I’m the best DJ this club has.”

“Well then, fuck my drag,” Changbin pipes up from behind the booth, shooting a glare at Chan. “If you’re so great, set up your own table then.”

“Don’t listen to him, Binnie,” you giggle as you go back to searching for your flash drive, “He just likes to think he has all the power around here.”

Changbin scoffs as he continues to set up his mixers. “Only when you’re around. The other girls would kill to have him flirt with them.”

You feel your cheeks flush at the comment, but try your best to ignore the feeling as you turn back to Chan and hand him your music. “I have some new songs for tonight. Feel free to play whichever ones you want to watch me dance to.”

“Jesus,” Changbin rolls his eyes, “get a room, you two.”

You shoot Chan a quick wink, earning a smirk from him, and turn around to head to the dressing rooms, well aware his eyes are glued to you as you leave.

You close the door behind you and set your purse down on the vanity, checking your phone and cursing at the time. You hadn’t realized that your mini flirting session took up more time than expected, and start frantically getting ready, changing into your black satin two-piece that left very little to the imagination and applying a generous amount of body highlighter to every exposed part of you.

As you stare at yourself in the mirror, you can’t help but think about what Changbin had said. You and Chan flirt all the time, and normally it doesn’t affect you, but something about Changbin’s comment has your head spinning. Something about discovering Chan only flirts with you just makes you want to break the rules even more, but you don’t want to risk your jobs just because you desperately want him to dick him down. You wouldn’t do that to him. You sigh and slip into your stilettos, checking your appearance one last time before stepping out onto the main floor for your night to begin.

The night had been running smoothly as usual: three pole routines with the songs Chan chose from your collection (all by The Weeknd, of course), and a few rotations around the club flirting with guests, giving a couple of lapdances. You have a generous amount of bills tucked into your thong and bra, and you pull them out to count, trying to smooth them out and make them look somewhat presentable. You make your way to the DJ booth, where you find Chan leaning against the wall beside the booth, scrolling through his phone and sipping on a beer, while Changbin is behind the table, engrossed with the set he was playing.

“Here,” you say, handing Chan his tip. “You made some really good choices tonight. I had a feeling you’d choose The Weeknd.”

“What can I say,” he smirks, “You can’t just give me the option to play his hottest songs and not expect me to do anything about it. Especially when I get to watch you dance to them.” 

He suddenly leans in, closing any space there was between you two. “By the way, your routine to ‘Life of the Party’? So. Fucking. Hot,” he purrs, looking straight into the eyes.

“Chan,” your voice falters for a second, your eyes unintentionally dropping to his lips, before bringing them back up to meet his stare. You clear your throat in efforts to recover, desperately trying to ignore the heat rising in your core. “You’re gonna get us in trouble.”

“Come on, Y/N, would that be so bad?”

“God, I can’t leave you two alone for one set, can I?” Changbin slides himself between you and the other DJ, throwing an arm over your shoulder and playfully wiggling his eyebrows at you both.

You elbow him in the ribs, earning a dramatic cry from him in return, and you can’t help but giggle. “How much have you had to drink?”

“Three shots? Maybe four? I don’t remember.” He hums in appreciation as you hand him a wad of cash. “I can’t believe I’m gonna pay this month’s rent with your ass money,” he laughs, trying to shake off as much body glitter from the bills you handed him before sliding them into his wallet.

You roll your eyes. “I can give you tit money, if you pref-“

“There’s my baby!”

The three of you spin around at the familiar voice, coming face to face with a young man, his dark hair grazing his eyes as he shamelessly checks you out.

“Jisung! I was wondering when you’d show up!” Changbin greets the man with a typical bro handshake, before swinging an arm around his neck. “Here for the usual?”

“Of course,” Jisung smiles at you, “It’s not a Friday night without a visit with Y/N.”

Jisung was one of your regulars; he came in every Monday and Friday to book private lapdances with you, and only you. The first night he booked you, he almost immediately admitted how enamored he was with you, and ever since then, he refused to book with any of the other girls. And to be fair, you might have allowed him to break one of the rules, letting him grab your ass, hips and breasts as you danced, especially since that always earned a better tip from him. But now, while he still did request lapdances every now and then, he mainly booked you just to talk, and fortunately for you, he still tipped generously. He was an assistant to a big-time music producer, a job that came with a handful of stressors that he just needed to rant to someone about, and you were always willing to be there to listen.

While the relationship you and Jisung formed over the past year is strictly platonic, that hadn’t stopped Chan from developing a slight sense of jealousy. And to make matters more complicated, Jisung was well aware of that tension and loved to push the DJ’s buttons, much to your chagrin.

Jisung shifts his focus to Chan, giving him a cocky smirk that you know will be followed by a snarky comment. “I’ve been dying to see this pretty lil’ lady all day. You don’t mind if I steal her away, do you?”

“Of course not,” scoffs Chan, rolling his eyes. “You don’t need my permission. She doesn’t belong to me.”

“Awww. And I know that must be difficult for yo-”

“But she doesn’t belong to you either.”

Jisung says nothing for a moment, before cocking his head at the DJ with a smirk and stepping towards him. “Oh? Is that so? I don’t see anyone else going to the VIP room with her the nights I’m here.”

“Guys-” you feebly try to take control of the situation, but your words fall on deaf ears.

“Y/N is a human being, not a fucking dog, Jisung. Nobody ‘owns’ her.” Chan crosses his arms against his chest, looking the younger man dead in the eye. “If anything, considering you’ve been coming here and paying her the big bucks, for what, a year now? I’d say she’s the one that owns you.”

Jisung smirk immediately disappears and you swear you can feel the air between the two men flood with tension. But within an instant, he smiles again, throwing his hands up in defeat. “Now, now, there’s no need to get your panties in a twist. But don’t worry, I’ll take good care of her and have some fun for the both of us. If you want, I can tell you all about it later.”

You quickly glance at Chan, his fingernails digging into the skin of his biceps, his jaw clenching so hard he looks like he could bust a vein in his neck.

“That’s enough,” Changbin interjects, massaging his temples in frustration. “Come on, Chan, you’re in the booth next. And Jisung? Just remember the club rules-”

“I know, I know,” Jisung rolls his eyes and turns back to you. “Shall we, baby?”

You nod, silently praying that Changbin will calm everything down once you leave, and the two of you head to the VIP room. Jisung opens the door follows you inside, jumping in surprise when you slam it shut and shoot him a glare, and he only laughs in response. “What? If you can tease him, why can’t I?”

You sit on the maroon leather couch in the VIP room, counting your tips and mentally making sure you had enough to pay your upcoming bills for the month. Jisung had left about twenty minutes ago, and the lack of muffled music from the main floor indicates that it’s finally 3am and the club is closed for the night. You release a long sigh, slouching in your seat and resting your head back on the couch. You close your eyes, your mind still reeling from everything that happened. Everything about tonight shocked you. Usually, Chan was good at hiding his jealousy, since the last thing both of you want was to scare away potential guests, or for Minho to notice. But Chan talking back? His reaction to Jisung’s last jab before leaving for the VIP room? Those were new.

You have never seen Chan that jealous, and if you’re being completely honest with yourself, it was fucking hot. Thoughts of Chan not only standing up for you, but also being possessive of you, and what he could do to you out of jealousy filled your head, and you feel a sudden tingle shoot down to your core. Everything in you knows that you shouldn’t fuck Chan. There are rules, but you can’t stop your mind from imagining all the possible sinful acts you could do with him that you would do anything for at this point. You know that would be a bad idea, but the delicious wetness pooling between your thighs shoves any inhibitions you previously had out the door.

Fuck the rules.

You walk out onto the empty main floor, letting out a breath of relief to find Chan packing up his mixers - alone. You tap on the booth to get his attention, giggling when he jumps in surprise.

“You’re still here? I’d thought you’d be gone by now.”

“I was just counting tips,” you reply as you glance around the club, making sure you two were truly alone. “Chan… about earlier-���

“Yeah... sorry about that.” He lets out a long sigh and runs his fingers through his dark, messy hair, the tips of his ears turning pink in embarrassment. “I don’t know what came over me. I just... you know I get a bit jealous sometimes, and that prick was being extra annoying about it tonight.”

“Not gonna lie though, your clapback was pretty great. And hilarious,” you nudge his arm with your elbow.

He laughs. “Yeah, well I’m glad you thought it was, because Changbin sure as hell lectured me about it for a solid 15 minutes.”

A comfortable silence falls between you both as Chan goes back to packing up the table. You chew on your bottom lip, trying to figure out the best way to ease any tension that might be lingering, and to bring up what you truly want from him. “Chan... Jisung and I just talk when we’re in the VIP room. Nothing happens-”

He shakes his head, keeping his focus on his current task. “You don’t need to tell me, Y/N. It’s honestly none of my business what you do with the guests. Like I said earlier, you don’t belong to me.”

“But what if I want to?”

His head snaps up to meet your gaze, and you have to bite down on your bottom lip to keep yourself from giggling at the look of utter confusion on his face. You lean in closer, lips inches away from his, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Y/N… w-what are you doing?” Chan shakily asks, his stare flicking between your eyes and your lips.

“Something I’ve been wanting to do for ages.” With that, you close this distance between the both of you, and you practically feel him melt into your touch. His wraps his arms around your waist to pull you closer to him, kissing you with such an intensity that ignites a fire in your core. He backs you up against the wall of the DJ booth, pressing his hips against yours and gently rolling them into you, making you moan against his lips.

Chan hesitantly breaks away from the kiss, breathing heavily as he searches your eyes for any sign of uncertainty or regret. “Y/N. The rules. I don’t want you to get fired-”

“I honestly don’t give a flying fuck about the rules at this point,” you purr, placing kisses along his jaw and neck. “Do you?”

He breaks into the biggest grin you have ever seen, and it makes you smile in return. “Fuck no.” His lips come crashing onto yours, deepening the kiss to the point where it’s a mess of teeth and tongues, indicating how desperately  both of you have been wanting to do this.

His head snaps up to meet your gaze, and you have to bite down on your bottom lip to keep yourself from giggling at the look of utter confusion on his face. You lean in closer, lips inches away from his, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Y/N… w-what are you doing?” Chan shakily asks, his eyes flicking between your own and your lips.

“Something I’ve been wanting to do for ages.” With that, you close this distance between the both of you, and you practically feel him melt into your touch. His wraps his arms around your waist to pull you closer to him, kissing you back with such an intensity that further ignites the fire in your core. He backs you up against the wall of the DJ booth, pressing his hips against yours and gently rolling them into you, making you softly moan against his lips.

Chan hesitantly breaks away from the kiss, breathing heavily as he searches your eyes for any sign of uncertainty or regret. “Y/N. The rules. I don’t want you to get fired-”

“I honestly don’t give a flying fuck about the rules at this point,” you purr, planting kisses along his jaw and neck. “Do you?”

He breaks into the biggest grin you have ever seen as he brings a hand up to gently cup your cheek, and you can’t help but smile in return. “Fuck no.” His lips come crashing down onto yours, nipping and sucking at your bottom lip, asking for entrance which you instantly give him. You can feel his hard on growing beneath his jeans as he rolls his hips against you once more, making the knot in your stomach tighten.

“Hey, so I’m done-”

Changbin’s voice abruptly interrupts your heated rendezvous, making you frantically scramble out of Chan’s arms and dive underneath the table, while Chan quickly pretends to continue breaking down the DJ booth.

“You guys are literally the least discreet people I know. It blows my mind that you haven’t been caught yet.” You can’t see him, you just know Changbin is shooting Chan one of his signature death glares, intended for the both of you. You poke your head out from behind the booth, which only gets you dramatic eye roll from the other DJ. “Just don’t make a mess and don’t forget to lock up,” he grumbles as he turns to leave. “Oh, by the way bro, you got shit on your face.”

You glance up at Chan, giggling at your lipstick smeared along his lips, jaw, and neck, the bright red color prominent against his pale skin. He narrows his eyes at you, and you innocently mouth the word “whoops”, grinning as he rolls his eyes.

As soon as you hear the doors close, Chan pulls you to your feet, lifting you up and pinning you to the table. He attacks your neck and collarbones with rough kisses, but thankfully not rough enough to leave any marks that’ll need to be covered up for your next shift. Desperate for more, you wrap your legs around his waist and grind your hips up against his, smirking against his lips as he groans into your mouth.

Chan begins to plant wet kisses down your stomach as his hands frantically move from your hips to his belt. He begins to undo the buckle before you grab his hands to stop him, which only gets out a small whimper in confusion from the man. “Not here,” you lean up to pull him closer and playfully nip his bottom lip, before grabbing the hair at the nape of his neck and pulling it so he’s looking you straight in the eyes. “The VIP room.”

Chan’s eyes darken with lust as he harshly kisses you again, deepening the kiss to the point where it’s a mess of teeth and tongues, but it makes the heat between your legs grow by the second. You let out a yelp in surprise as he lifts you into his arms without warning, making his way to the infamous room where he’s watched you lead guests into night after night.

The second he steps into the VIP room, it’s as if both of your desires are kicked into overdrive, the desperation for what you’ve been waiting for all this time becoming almost unbearable. You take his bottom lip between your teeth again and tug on it lightly, relishing the way his grip on your ass tightens exponentially. Chan kicks the door closed, not breaking the kiss for one second as he sits down on the leather couch, positioning you so that you’re straddling his lap. You can feel his prominent bulge underneath the rough material of his jeans as he ruts up against your clothed heat, and you whimper as you grind against him, desperately wanting more and trying to indicate how much you want him need him now. You feel his hands firmly hold you in place, halting your motions and making you whine in frustration, which only earns you a low chuckle in response.

“Use your words, Y/N. Tell me what you want.”

You roughy kiss him and swivel your hips against him, smirking when he releases a throaty groan against your lips. You take a hold of the hair at the nape of his neck, pulling him away from you so you can look him in his lust-filled eyes. “I want you, Chan. All of you.”

Chan smirks, giving you a quick kiss before lifting you off his lap, pulling down his jeans and flinging them off to god knows where. You hastily rip off your two piece and toss it haphazardly across the room, giggling when Chan pulls you back into his lap the second you’re bare in front of him. His gaze is locked on your form, taking you all in before looking back into your eyes. He stares at you as if you are a goddess, and you feel your cheeks flush from the attention.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” he mutters, his hands sliding up and down your sides, leaving goosebumps in their wake. He brings one hand to your jaw, pulling you into a searing kiss, his other hand taking hold his rigid member and sliding it through your sopping folds, making you shameless moan aloud. “Ride me babygirl,” Chan mumbles as he begins to kiss and nip at your collarbone, “take what you want from me.”

With that, you slowly lower yourself onto his cock, keening at the way he deliciously stretches you out, finally giving you the taste of what you’ve been wanting for so long. Chan throws his head back, screwing his eyes shut, a sinful groan falling from lips as you sit on him completely. Giving yourself a moment to adjust to his size, you wrap your arms around neck and pull him back so he’s meeting your gaze. You take his hands and intertwine them with yours, pinning them behind his head as you begin to ride him, slowly lifting yourself off him before quickly dropping back down. A string of illicit moans and curses falls from Chan’s lips, his hands firmly gripping yours, desperately trying to keep himself from breaking your grasp and taking control. He trails wet kisses down your chest, licking your nipples before taking them into his mouth and rolling them between his teeth, making you whimper and lean into his touch. You pick up for pace, admiring the way his face contorts into different expressions of pleasure as he throws his head back and looks up at you with glassy eyes.

“S-shit babygirl...”

His bout of self control doesn’t last much longer, because the next thing you know, Chan rips his hands from your grip, placing them on your hips as he begins to thrust up into you, meeting your movements halfway, hitting you in just the right spot. He moves a hand from your hips to rub firm circles against your clit, making you cry out in pleasure.

“F-fuck... Chan- oh my god...”

You try your best to continue to ride him, but you feel your thighs getting weaker and weaker with every thrust. You feel the pressure in your core building to the point of complete euphoria, when he lifts you off of him completely. You whine in frustration, feeling your high fade, hating how empty you feel without him buried inside you.

“Don’t worry baby,” Chan chuckles at your protests, suddenly flipping you around and positioning you on all fours on the couch. He places a tender kiss on your shoulder blade, before moving up to nibble your earlobe. “You’ll get to cum soon enough.”

He aligns himself with your entrance and eases into you, the new position allowing him to fill you deeper than before, making you both release illicit moans at the feeling. Chan slowly retracts his rock hard member from you, only to instantly plunge back into you, taking no time to pick up the pace, slamming into you at a rate that’s making you see stars. The momentum of his actions force you forward on the couch, making you cling desperately to the armrest in attempt to stable yourself, praying your shaky legs won’t completely give out underneath him. Suddenly, a sharp slap comes down on your ass, making you cry out and clench around him.

“Fuck... you like that, baby?” He massages where his hand had landed, only to spank your ass once more.

“G-god, yes Chan... p-please... harder.”

You feel another slap, come down on your other cheek, this time much harder, and you can’t help but moan loudly at the feeling, the delicious sting causing your grip around his cock to tighten exponentially. You hear him let out a low groan as his hips begin to slap against yours at a brutal speed, and you feel the knot in your stomach begin to unravel again.

“C-Chan, I’m... I’m close...”

“I know, babygirl, I can feel you.” Chan leans over you and plants rough kisses against your neck. “Go on, Y/N, cum for me.”

With his permission, you come undone around him, your release white hot, hitting you like a train and making your mind go completely blank as he continues to roll his hips into you, helping you ride out your high. Your legs feel useless under you, but thankfully Chan’s firm grip on your hips keeps you from collapsing from exhaustion. His thrusts start to become more and more erratic, desperately chasing his own high, groaning at the feeling of your tight pussy still throbbing around him. You can tell he’s close, and clench around him hard, smirking as you hear a string of curses fall from his lips, his hips rutting and quivering against you as he paints your walls white, and you hum in content at the warm feeling.

Chan slowly pulls out of you and falls back on the couch, gently pulling you so you’re laying on top of him. You leans up and playfully nip at his bottom lip, making him chuckle.

“That was...”

“Amazing,” you giggle, burying your face into his chest.

A comfortable silence falls between you two, and you eyes flutter close as you bask in heat the radiates from his body. He absentmindedly run his fingers lightly up and down your back, placing a soft kiss on the top of your head.

“Did you mean what you said earlier?” He quietly asks, as if he’s hesitant to bring it up again. “Do you want want to belong to me?”

You look up at him, and you swear you can feel your heart expand at the way he’s staring back at you with so much hope and adoration. “I do... god I really do, Chan, but you know we can’t. We barely manage to flirt without getting caught, so this has to be one-time thing-“

“I got offered a job at a different club,” Chan quickly blurts out. “It has better hours, more creative freedom since I wouldn’t be DJing for strippers... If I took it, would it change things?”

“You’d do that? But you love this job.”

“I do, but not gonna lie, I mainly love it because I get to see you.” His comment makes you blush, and you bury your face in his chest again if efforts to keep him from noticing, which only gets you a soft laugh as he gently tips your chin up to face him again.

“Honestly, if it means I can do what we just did with you whenever we wanted, without having to worry about stupid rules or anything, then fuck yeah I’d take another job. The only downside is I won’t be able to watch you dance when I work.” He wiggles his eyebrows at you, laughing when you just roll your eyes at him.

You sit up, positioning yourself so that you’re straddling him once more. “That just means you’ll have to come back here as a guest.”

“Hmmm...” he mumbles as his eyes travel up and down your body, his hands reaching around and lightly squeezing your ass. “I don’t know if I’ll be able to follow the club rules though.”

“Don’t worry about those,” you purr, leaning down and nibbling on his ear, earning a quiet moan from him. “If you become my regular, all the rules are off the table.”

“I like the sound of that.” Chan gently cups your jaw and pulls you into a tender, but passionate kiss.

You smile against him, running your fingers through his hair, before pulling away slightly, your forehead resting against his. “Then I’m yours, Chan.”

“And I’m yours as well,” he whispers, pressing one more kiss to your lips, before wrapping his arms around your waist and lifting you off the couch, earning him a yelp from you. He lays you down on the couch, hovering over you with a mischievous smirk plastered on his face. “What do you say, let me show how I can really treat you in the VIP room?”

[mikasaluna]

a certain scientific railgun smut hcs

⚠ WARNINGS：nsfw ! smut !

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. MINORS WILL BE BLOCKED IMMEDIATELY

「 Keep in mind your triggers and do not engage if it will provoke negative emotions. You are responsible for your own actions. 」

♥️

notes：gender neutral pronouns, AFAB character, fluff, adult characters, set after graduation

A Certain Scientific Railgun /とある科学の 超電磁砲

Accelerator　アクセレレーター

- needs to be in control at all times

- he’s not gonna let you on top so don’t even ask

- baby boy just wants to make you feel good <3 

- not that he will ever admit that to you

- holds you roughly by the hips and grinds you down on his thigh while you’re making out

- loves watching you being pleasured, and hearing your sweet moans

- “what a desperate little slut, getting off just from my thigh like that”

- the little shit immediately pushes you back onto the bed just as you’re about to finish, leaving you wriggling and whining beneath him

- his soft white hair tickles your stomach as he pushes his face between your thighs 

- really, really good with his tongue

- you were already so close, cumming embarrasingly fast as he sucks harshly on your clit

- rubs your sides mindlessly as he settles himself back on top of you, inspecting your already fucked out face

- you can feel his hard bulge through his pants pressed against your naked, wet cunt

- is super blunt about it

- “let me fuck you”

- “of course you’re letting me you filthy fucking whore”

- “I bet you love having your stupid slut cunt filled up, huh?”

- starts gentle and deep

- but soon enough he will flip you over and pound you into the matress like you’re his own personal little fuck doll

- when he’s about to finish he will push his face into the crook of your neck where you can hear his breathing falter, and feel his hot breath in your ear

- ...he bites

- you have to stop him after the third round, worried you wouldn’t be able to walk the next morning

- plot twist: you couldn’t walk for the next two days

Kongou Mitsuko 婚后光子

- will try her best to act confident and self assured

- but quickly becomes a stuttering, blushing mess

- doesn’t mind showing off her body to you, she just wants to turn you on as much as you do to her

- asks you to please give her hickeys; on her neck, collarbone, breasts, and especially the insides of her thighs

- maybe give her a hickey on her clit too

- attempts to deny it, but she loves when you top her, and maybe even when you’re a little rough too

- “me, kongou mitsuko!? of course i am not a sub or anything...”

- it’s pretty obvious that isn’t true once you’re finger fucking her into the bed while she’s moaning and babbling out incomprehensible strings of words

- if she gets too loud you might have to be a bit more forceful and put your hand around her throat, but somehow this only makes her louder??

- “please, more there~”

- “h-harder, faster, please don’t stop”

- when you smack her thigh as a warning, you can hear her bite back a moan

- she won’t stop wriggling so you have to hold her thighs tightly, while you put your face between her legs

- the way her face scrunches up as you flick your tongue on her clit is absolutely adorable

- poor baby’s words get all scrambled until all she can do is pant and moan at how good you’re making her feel

- her legs start shaking when she comes undone on your tongue, wrapping her thighs around your head and grinding up into your face

- which she immediately regrets

- “I-I’m sorry for cumming before you said it’s okay”

- “I know I’ve been a bad girl”

- as her punishment, you sit on her face and make her eat you out :)

- she tries her best to make it up to you, holding her tongue out for you to use

- part of you thinks she enjoys this even more than you do

- the way her tongue rubs against your clit has you rocking your hips desperately into her face

- when your breathing starts to falter she will pump her digits into your sopping wet pussy to help you along

- which ends in you creaming all over her fingers

Kamijou Touma 上条当麻

- very honest

- generally likes to start slow and let you take lead

- but sometimes if he’s really needy, he will come lie on top of you when you’re on your stomach, kissing your shoulders gently

- you know what he wants straight away, his bulge pressed into the back of your bare thighs though plain grey sweatpants

- you push him back against the headboard, climbing onto his lap to straddle his waist

- he grabs your hips, kissing you and roughly grinding up into you while pulling off your shirt

- soon he pulls of your panties too, your messy cunt drooling all over the fabric of his sweatpants, making a visible wet patch on the grey fabric

- “so you’ve been waiting all day for this too, huh?”

- he rubs your clit gently as you sink down on his member, your walls fluttering around his cock at the stretch

- having you on top of him and watching your face as he rubs tight circles around your clit turns him on more than anything

- he’d let you ride him all night

- as much as you want to, by the time he’s about to cum your thighs are sore and your core is throbbing

- since you’re too tired he’ll grab your hips and help you along

- mumbles out praise as he finishes, still bouncing you on his lap

- “you look so perfect like this”

- the king of aftercare, always makes sure you’re okay and gets you whatever you need

- he will cook for you, bring you a warm towel, run you a bath

- ...which sometimes leads to round two

- always checking that he did good and that you’re satisfyed

- if not, he will gladly go down on you, or make you cum around his fingers until you can’t form proper sentences anymore

- he secretly hopes you’re not satisfied yet

- gives you one of his shirts to wear after <3

Mikasa Mikoto 御坂美琴

- tsundere, so tsundere

- “i-idiot, don’t touch me there...”

- “wait! no... actually, p-please don’t stop”

- blushes at every little touch you give her

- hickeys make her melt under your touch, especially on her neck

- and in return you get to hear all the cute moans and noises she makes <3

- at first she gets super shy about letting you see her body, so you only take off her shorts and panties

- before holding her against the wall and putting your face up her skirt :)

- you can feel her legs get shakey as you suck gently on her clit, so you make sure to hold her up well

- when she’s close she will grab your hair roughly and squeeze your head between her thighs while stuttering out apologises to you

- one time you even made her come so hard with your tongue that she shocked you with her electricity a bit

- but now she only uses her electricity whenever your vibrator runs out of charge, or occasionally on your clit if you ask her nicely

- kiss her and tell her how good she did for you

- while you’re on top of her distracted by her lips, she will slip her hand into your panties and finger you

- the way she works her hands on you is absolutely sinful, it’s obvious that she must practice on herself

- won’t let you pull away to catch your breath, because she’s embarrased of how red her face gets

- it helps her to get more comfortable knowing that she can return the favor for you though

- once she relaxes a bit, holding her on your lap and using your vibrator on her is like a sight from heaven

- you wrap your arms around her body and alternate between grabbing at her soft breasts with your free hand, and curling your fingers into her velvety walls

- the way that her eyes begin to water as she bites into her lip to stop herself from moaning is truly to die for

- naturally, you squish her cheeks and make sure she lets every last whimper and moan out of that pretty mouth of her’s

- “w-wait... but I -ah, can’t keep my voice down”

- it’s okay, that’s exactly what you wanted <3

Sogiita Gunha 削板軍覇

- actually really sweet

- very enthusiastic

- he thinks you’re the most beautiful and precious person in the whole world and will absolutely make sure you know that

- mans will finger fuck the insecurity out of your body if you even think about being shy around him

- his number one goal is to make you feel as good as possible

- always asking for your consent before anything

- “please can I kiss you pretty baby?”

- “please can you sit on my lap?”

- “please can you sit on my face?”

- feeds off of your moans when he’s pleasuring you

- the louder you are, the harder and faster he’ll go

- whatever he lacks in experience, he makes up for with enthusiasm and stamina

- so much praise

- “you sound so pretty baby doll”

- loves when you scratch his back, or when you tell him how good he’s doing

- sometimes doesn’t realise when you’ve come so he accidentally overstims you

- lets you start on top so you can adjust to his size

- but always gets too excited and starts to bounce you up and down on his cock himself like you’re a stupid little fuck toy

- he’ll probably be moaning even louder than you are

- triple checks that you’re comfy before he grabs you by the ass, lifts you up and fucks you against the wall

- wants to pound you against everything; the couch, the bed, the kitchen counter, the window... you name it, he’ll do it

- lasts for so damn long without ever getting tired

- he can make you come at least three times in one round

- the angle of his pelvic bone hitting against your clit with every thrust doesn’t help that matter

- or his cock hammering repeatedly against your g spot

- when he is finally about to finish, he will hold onto your flesh hard enough to leave bruises, pushing himself as deeply inside of you as humanly possible until you can feel the tip of his cock hitting your cervix

- if you let him, he will breed you and stuff you full of his cum

Shirai Kuroko 白井黒子

(A/N: the characters in ‘Kuroko’ directly translates to “black child” and it always makes me laugh whenever Mikasa is like “KUROKOOOOOO” cause literally no one would call their kid that in English)

- takes no shit, A+ brat tamer

- dresses up in the skimpiest little lingere sets she knows you love, and watches you get all flustered 

- things can go one of two ways:

- one, you act like her obedient little fuck whore and do everything she says

- two, she teases you for hours then makes you watch as she rides your thigh without ever letting you cum

- kuroko has so many toys... but don’t worry, she loves to share with you

- first she orders you to make yourself cum in front of her, observing how you work your fingers against your clit and blush in embarrasment at her gaze

- soon enough though she won’t be able to help herself anymore, perching herself on top of you so her ass is wiggling just above your face, your wet cunt in her full view

- presses her tongue flat against your clit and laps you up like it’s her last meal

- your moans make her go absolutely feral, even more so when you’re pushing your tongue between her folds

- the vibrations from her panting and moaning around your clit, and the view of her pretty pussy right in your face is almost too much for you

- especially when she is going down on you so well like that

- pumping one finger experimentally into her messy cunt, followed by a second, you continue to lick at her clit

- watching you play with your pussy really made her soaked huh

- as much as you want her to cream all over your fingers and cum on your face, she is insistent on making sure you finish first

- she gets off to you is just a giver like that <3

- puts you into the wildest positions and fucks you with a double sided dildo, a hitachi wand held on your clit

- very vocal, loves teasing you while her free hand is wrapped tightly around your throat

- “come on baby, use your words, tell me how much you like it”

- she’ll coo at you innocently, knowing damn well you couldn’t speak if you wanted to

- “i guess you don’t like this... i’ll just have to stop then, what a shame”

- you better believe she’s not gonna continue fucking you until you’re sobbing and begging for her to keep going

- of course that is exactly what she wants, to turn you into a submissive slut all for her own personal use <3

[jumpluffdrifting]

Milgram Kazui Song Analysis/Theory/What

Happy MeMe release day! To celebrate here’s my theory on a five month old song, cause I think we are not done talking about Kazui!

DILF Nation am I right? Anyway Half is really good but I haven’t really seen anyone’s theory really touch on what I took away from it so I figured I’d throw my hat into the ring which everyone has forgotten about cause some twink named Mikoto is a twink idk

Alright! So it’s entirely possible this theory is common knowledge by now but we’re gonna go ahead anyway. I believe that Kazui’s victim IS his wife, but not for the reason most people believe. And Here Is Why~

The common theory is that Kazui cheated on his wife which caused her to commit suicide, but similarly to my Mahiru theory I don’t quite buy that. It actually seems a bit more like a red herring to me to be honest but I can’t say definitively that it did or didn’t happen, but I can say what I think to be more likely. I believe that Kazui himself is the one who attempted suicide. The bulk of this theory comes from that really cool section right before the song ends with multiple pictures in the background, but just for context I want to go over what Kazui and his wife look like.

Kazui is obviously much taller (side glancing eyes emoji) and wears lighter clothing in the theater seats. His wife is a stark contrast, being far shorter and wearing practically all black. We can make whatever inference we want about their personalities from that alone (Kazui is more lighthearted, his wife is more down-to-earth, or she’s dead) but that’s not that important to this theory.  Later in the balcony scenes we will see two figures who are hard to distinguish because we can’t see many of their physical features but I believe this color differentiation will help us in that matter.

In this scene we see someone standing on the balcony and someone else reaching their hand out to them. The theories I’ve seen state that Kazui’s wife is the one who jumped off the balcony but with the color differentiation established earlier it would seem that it would be the other way around, with Kazui closest to the ledge and his wife trying to stop him.

Now, this is the tragedy of the situation and probably why the entire song is set like a theatre; Kazui is the one who jumped off the balcony and realized too late that his wife tried to stop him. I think it’s likely that his wife tried to hold on to him to stop him from falling but as I mentioned earlier Kazui is much taller and a great deal heavier than her, so if she kept holding on then it stands to reason that she would have also fallen with Kazui. We know that Kazui is still alive, so then that would mean that his wife fell to her death as a direct result of Kazui jumping. I believe this is also consistent with Kazui’s characterization, but that takes a bit more explaining.

Kazui is associated with dreaming and hoping (Undercover and the character voice trailer) but seems to only get burned by it. I believe that Kazui didn’t want to cheat on his wife but more likely got caught up in the moment and didn’t realize what he was actually doing. Once he does he was likely wracked with guilt and decided that this was the best course of action. But that’s the problem with Kazui. I believe that Kazui’s bigger “sin” is the failing to realize that his actions have an effect on other people. I don’t believe that Kazui’s affair was the sole reason behind why he decided to jump, but rather the catalyst to that and he has been dealing with similar situations (though not necessarily adultery) for a long time leading up to it.

From the character voice trailer: “I’m so dumb. Why did I have to do that?”

From Undercover: “I keep on seeing dreams / I’m always indecisive, I can’t be saved.”

The biggest hole in this theory is that in the first scene on the balcony whoever’s standing there has long hair and Kazui doesn’t really, but like, oh well. I like thinking about it like this more. I can’t say much about the lyrics aside from reinforcing Kazui’s previous characterization but yeah, basically Kazui was the one who jumped but his wife tried to stop him and fell too. Kazui died and she didn’t, therefore making him the “murderer.” Also I voted Kazui guilty but at least he’s hot

[itsuki-minamy]

WONDERFUL SCHOOL DAYS: MY PRECIOUS RED

CHAPTER 5: WINTER

Translation: Naru-kun Raws: skyflyinginaction

* Gakuen K (List of Chapters) * Projects & Chapters

In the end, the feeling of discomfort was unexpectedly terrible and she was unable to recover to the point where she could walk home. Although Fushimi's hands had helped her, she was so shocked that she was forced to undergo an examination and she went to the hospital that day.

The next day, after a medical examination, she returned to the girls' dormitory.

(Oh, just, because everyone is taking classes.), she thought.

However, although there should have been no abnormalities at the time of the exam, she had a fever at noon and she stopped going to school that day.

She knew what the reason was, probably from Yata's words.

She believed it was because those words were stuck in her chest and she was worried. In other words, it was something spiritual.

Because it was the first time Yata had yelled at her like that.

She was surprised by the word "betrayal" and that Yata thought that of her.

She didn't know why, of course he was hurt, and maybe he was angry. Because, Yata, he just said that and left the hospital room without hearing her excuse.

But at the same time, Yata's face at that moment couldn't get out of her head.

More than that, she didn't understand why. She thought he was hurt.

His face burned at the back of her eyes and it was very painful.

Actually, it was the opposite, but she still felt that she had hurt Yata.

Is it because he was worried and distraught? By the time Kukuri came to visit her at the end of school, her fever had risen higher and exceeded 38 degrees. Even the next morning, she did not come down. She apparently caught a cold since she was weak.

She had no choice but to go to the hospital the next day while she fluttered about.

She got a drip and a Chinese herbal medicine for the fever.

Anyway, she was bored alone in the room that day and tried to sleep. She had a hard time eating the yogurt that Kukuri bought for her and she took the medicine.

But the next morning, after all, the fever didn't go down.

(Oh, it's the third day. I want to go to school soon.), she thought.

She was impatient, but her body couldn't bear it.

"It doesn't work; it doesn't work..."

She coughed, looked at the ceiling and sighed.

Her body was hot and heavy. It was difficult to even turn around.

She couldn't go to school in that situation. She knew that going there would only cause annoyance and worry.

"Ah…"

She looked up at the ceiling and pursed her lips tightly.

She hated herself as a person.

Being alone in a quiet room reminded her of all the extra things.

This also happened last year, she was alone in the room.

Scared of herself as a "monster", she locked herself in her room. Other than that, she didn't know what to do.

She hugged herself trembling and stared at the wall. Also in the morning, even during the day and at night.

"......"

She wanted to go to school and laugh with Kukuri and Neko.

She also wanted to go to the "HOMRA" bar, and play with everyone in the red club.

She was alone, and she did not like being alone.

"Yata-kun..."

She coughed out the name on her chest. She wanted to see Yata.

She hurt the back of her nose.

Even if she said that, she still remembered what Yata said. She wanted to see him, but she knew he was upset.

Why? He was hurt, he was sad and angry, but she wanted to see him.

She didn't know why, but Yata doubted her.

Was she "betraying" Yata? Why? Why didn't she think that was never the case?

For Yata, how long have you been together since spring?

Did he join her with a sense of duty because of the injury he caused?

She gently clenched her back teeth and covered her eyes with both hands.

Even if she knew it was different, she thought so herself.

Because if not, do you think it is a "betrayal"? Although they are friends!

(Yata-kun, you said that even I was your friend, right?), she thought.

Or was it not good for her like that?

"......"

Thinking that, she shook her head.

She did not doubt him. She just wanted to say, why was she thinking only of Yata?

There were many other things to think about. For example, who locked her up in that place? What was the purpose of it?

Was she also an object of disgust and fear? Because she was as strange a Strain as she was in the previous school?

"Ah...!"

It was disconcerting and sad. Even if she knew she couldn't be helped, it hurt.

But why? After all, the thought immediately returned to Yata.

She thought of various things and she wanted to see him after all.

(Oh, I want to see Yata-kun and talk.), she thought she.

Even now, she wanted to see Yata above all else.

It was at that moment that she heard a clear pounding sound. That surprised her and she opened her eyes.

Looking at the alarm clock next to the bed, it was almost 12 o'clock.

Yes. In other words, it was definitely the time when both students and teachers were in school.

Eh? Who would it be at that time?

"……?"

The moment she wondered and looked around her, called her a second time.

Involuntarily it was impressive.

After all, the sound of knocking was not coming from the door.

When she struggled to get up, she moved to the window, dragging her heavy body.

Then when she moved the curtains and looked out onto the balcony,

"…?!"

Eh?

What she saw from the window was a black school uniform and a boy with auburn hair.

She opened her mouth in amazement, and hurriedly opened the window curtains.

"Yes, Yata-kun?"

It was Yata who was crouched on the balcony to avoid the gaze of the public.

Without a doubt, Yata.

"Uh..."

"Why are you here?! What happened to the school?"

"You have decided to skip it, right?"

Yata blushed and walked away.

"Well, if you think about it, it's true... Isn't that a lie?! Really, Yata-kun?"

"......"

It was too much, she did not immediately accept the reality that she had in front of her and she was confused.

She couldn't believe it, Yata went to the girls' dorm.

"I can enter?"

For her, that she had no choice but to be just a flower, the illusion came carefully.

She took a deep breath and said, "Okay, come in.", and opened the window wider.

"You were in bed."

"But…"

"You have a fever, right?"

Yata kicked off his shoes and walked in, saying that bluntly.

"Yes, I heard."

"Whose?"

"Kamamoto... and Yukizome."

"I see."

She wanted to see him, but she was still hurt and frustrated, so she couldn't speak well.

When she closed her mouth, Yata was also uncomfortable, and as he looked away from her, he coughed, "Would you like to go back to bed?"

"Mmm..."

She thought it was not a place to be stubborn, so she went to bed quietly, Yata sat cross-legged next to her and looked at her anxiously.

Her favorite, Yata's eyes.

Straightforward, hot, and unwavering, but kind.

"Are you okay?"

With that one word, her heart warmed enough that it was painful.

Oh, Yata. Anxious and overprotective. He always rushed first and protected her. The usual Yata.

Yata was next to her. She was so happy that she was about to burst into tears.

Oh, no. It wasn't just that. That was not the norm.

Finally, she realized. Being by his side was already an irreplaceable miracle, but for that it was painful.

Because he said that?

She bit her back teeth and looked at Yata.

"It is bad!"

Then Yata gritted his teeth, painfully distorted her face, and the next moment he sat on the ground. This was the second time for Yata.

Yata's strong voice echoed. She was concerned that they could hear it from outside.

It was the same as that time.

The first day of transfer. Just like Yata, who sat across from her.

He hit his forehead and screamed more.

"You can hit me until you feel like it!"

Eh?!

"Well, I won't do that."

She was surprised by the words, she hastily got up and shook her head.

"Oh, get up and you will fall!"

"Then stop doing that."

"Okay, but…!"

"They haven't asked you to do that, right?"

Perhaps Yata was surprised, he raised his head vigorously.

His eyes that pierced her harbored burning flames.

There was something she came up with with devotion.

Oh, how many times had those eyes saved her?

She liked her, she loved Yata's eyes.

"I want to hear the story, but they haven't asked me to sit down, much less hit me. Ok?"

"But..."

"If you stop, I'll lie down quietly."

"......"

When she said "Hey?", he thought it was not a place to be stubborn. Yata reluctantly crossed his legs. She was relieved and she went back to bed.

"It is bad…"

"You were in the hospital, right?"

"Ah…"

"Let me know..."

Yata painfully distorted his face and looked down.

After being silent for a while, he said, "I'm not going to make an excuse.", and slowly parted his lips.

"Saru was my best friend from high school."

"……!"

She gasped at the unexpected words.

She widened her eyes and looked at Yata, who was still face down.

Was Fushimi-kun his best friend?

There was no reason for him to lie. Yata couldn't lie.

But now they didn't see each other as friends.

"Are you a traitor too?"

Yata's piercing scream echoed through the hospital.

Finally, she was surprised at the unnaturalness of the words.

That was all. At that moment, Yata said "you too", "traitor", for the second time.

It was a word that would never come out unless someone had betrayed him in the past.

"Obviously, he was by my side. It was natural to be by my side. He was a partner and an ally. Truly, always, always together."

"Yata-kun..."

"Since then, I've been longing for Mikoto-san. Both Kusanagi-san and Totsuka-san. I wanted to go to his side and get closer. When I went to high school, I would definitely enter Homura. Both..."

Yata clenched his fist tightly.

"That's right, I entered high school, I entered Homura, but when the summer break was over, he left the club without permission and went straight to the blue club..."

"......"

"It was an unprecedented story in the red club and the blue club, and a big uproar. I didn't understand, and I rushed inside. But the monkey…! He couldn't even speak about the reason!"

He hit the ground with his fist. He shrugged.

"He just laughed to look down, nothing more..."

"......"

"I still don't understand the meaning. I don't understand it and that's why I'm angry..."

"Yata-kun..."

"Why did you betray me? I was far away. But is he your partner? The best is... Homura!"

He felt sad that he couldn't finish his thoughts with every word.

"It's important... I feel like everything was denied..."

"Yata-kun..."

"I heard that you should have gone to help with the class preparations, but you were with the Monkey in that place, and then you were taken away in an ambulance. I thought..."

Yata raised his head and looked at her painfully distorting his face.

"It's bad. You and the Monkey are different..."

He shook his head in a voice that squeezed the wound.

Yata hadn't figured it out at all, which was why he felt frustrated and dejected.

She felt that she could understand that frustrating feeling.

And she understood well the fear of suddenly losing something important.

Once suddenly she lost everything that was important to her.

"......"

(I see. That's Yata-kun's trauma.), she thought.

Perhaps he was very worried, that is why he lacked calm.

At the time, even Fushimi, who contacted her, didn't know what had happened. So they all were told only two things: "she was with Fushimi in an unpopular place" and "she got injured in an accident there."

Then it was impossible not to be suspicious. Especially if there was a trauma.

She could understand words with that feeling.

Finally, when she understood everything, she was relieved to breathe.

(I see. Oh, that was good. That was it.), she thought.

Yata did not doubt her or hate her.

"I said a terrible word and left the hospital room, but I immediately regretted it. Kusanagi-san scolded me. They all did. I thought I would apologize soon, but you had a fever and you were resting..."

Yata began to babble again.

"I thought I would wait until you were okay, but yesterday and today you were the same, so… in other words…"

"I made you worry..."

"That is not a good story."

Still, Yata went to the women's dormitory.

Not just to apologize. Perhaps he was very concerned about her body.

The gentle and eager Yata. Even in the case of a burn, he protected her in an overprotective way.

She smiled when she saw her left hand, which had been completely healed.

"Well, I think it's a story."

"Eh…?"

Yes. That was a good story.

Because at that moment, Yata remembered him at the hospital, right? The sadness when Fushimi left. Anger and suffering. The feeling of loss.

That's why he took it out on her.

So, huh? Why did she remind him of that? Isn't it because she thought she was like Fushimi?

It was natural to be by his side. It was very important. She didn't want to lose him.

That is why she was terrified and distraught.

She hears that.

Was that a convenient interpretation for her? Excessive shyness?

No. She could take a hundred steps and it would still be fine. Still, she was happy!

(I'm happy, Yata-kun. I'm glad I can feel relieved from the bottom of my heart.), she thought.

Because he didn't suspect her. She was not untrustworthy. He did not dislike her.

Yata was still the kind and dear Yata.

"Ah…"

(That's what makes me happy!), she thought.

When she took her hands off the futon, she picked up Yata's clothes.

"Uh..."

"Forgive me. I'm not angry. It was sad and it hurt, but most of all, I didn't understand the meaning. I'm glad you spoke..."

"I…"

"So, huh? Yata-kun... If I recover, will we play again...?"

Yata raised his face.

"Eh…?"

"Ah, play?"

"Of course. But that's..."

Yata got confused and shook his head.

She knew what he meant, because it was about Yata.

That was not compensation. Did he mean that?

But Yata, once again, they haven't asked him to pay, right?

Nothing has been done.

"Yata-kun. I will not leave, I will not betray you, because I no longer want to lose someone important to me. Remember that. I also lost everything once."

"That is to say…"

"Is it okay to be by my side? I want to be by your side... will you let me stay?"

"Ah…"

Yata's face was distorted as if he was crying.

Is it because he didn't want her to see him ​that way? Yata quickly grabbed the hat and lowered it to hide his eyes from her.

"Obviously...!"

She pretended not to know that the little voice was shaking.

How long had it been? For a long time, they were silent.

She fell silent and they remained together, almost motionless.

Oddly, the silence didn't bother her. However, the time passed peacefully.

She thought that the moment when nothing happened was very important.

She reached for Yata's clothes again, drowsy from the warm light.

"About Fushimi-kun…"

When she put on her clothes, Yata rolled his shoulders.

The line of sight that followed seemed terribly awkward. With confidence, just with that, she could see how much that case affected Yata's heart.

She hoped it would be resolved one day, anyway.

She thought that the important thing was not there. It was not necessary for him to understand. He didn't have to go back to normal. She thought it would be fine. Well, Yata's ideal might be to go back to the old relationship.

However, he was still trapped alone not knowing anything. She wishes he could get out of that situation. She thought that only that was different. That alone would be enough to save Yata.

"Do not give up."

"......!"

Speak clearly. She couldn't say anything more and fell silent.

As if Yata always did that, so did she.

"Don't give up, it's not good."

(Don't stop understanding each other. Even if it's painful, never give up.), she thought.

Kamamoto, Suoh, Kusanagi, Totsuka, and they were all next to him.

The moment it surrenders, it will break. It will never be like before.

She gave up and escaped earlier.

"Please don't make my mistake, Yata-kun."

"Ah!"

At her words, Yata distorted his face and moved his mouth as if he was about to start crying.

But no words came out.

The way he was, he bit down on his back teeth and lowered his head again.

"Stop saying that."

A terribly small voice. When she twisted her neck, Yata stared at her.

Her eyes were warm without fluctuation, and her heart made a loud noise.

"I'll tell you appropriately..."

"Yata-kun?"

"Get well soon."

Yata's soft words, which reddened her face, struck her gently.

"Did you eat at noon?"

After that, she was silent for a while and thought about each one of them, but suddenly Yata looked at the clock on the wall and said that.

"Oh, by the way... I haven't eaten..."

"Are you hungry? Should I do something?"

"I want to eat fried rice."

"Eh?"

When he remembered that he did it earlier, Yata opened his eyes.

"It's good for when you feel bad."

"The one you made earlier was delicious."

"I'll do it if you can eat it... But what about the ingredients?"

"Oh, it might not be possible."

She meant, what was in the fridge? For the past two days, she had only eaten yogurt and jelly, which Kukuri brought for her.

When she said that, Yata moved to the front of the refrigerator and looked at it.

"Seriously, there is almost nothing. Yogurt, jam and fruit. And eggs and cold rice?"

Having said that, when he took off his school uniform, Yata looked at her and gave his usual awkward smile.

"Turn it into egg porridge. I'll go back to making fried rice when you're okay."

His words made it even more painful. The hot feelings seemed to push her chest up.

The hot egg porridge made by Yata was delicious.

She had no appetite until a little while ago, but it seemed to be written on her stomach.

She was happy, and her smile naturally overflowed.

"Thank you, I am happy."

"I will do it anytime."

When she thanked him while she smiled, Yata blushed.

"Get well soon."

"Yes, of course."

Yata gave her an awkward smile.

It was like a miracle.

She realized that happiness was such a thing.

She smiled back and chewed on the wonderful "every day."

The next day, she was completely relieved and she went to school for the first time in a long time.

"Saya-chan! You finally came!"

Kukuri-chan! Sorry for worrying you! Thanks for everything!"

She jumped onto Kukuri's chest with both hands spread.

"Konohana-san, are you okay?"

"Isn't it better to rest still?"

"Gohan. Are you okay?"

"Shiro-kun, Yatogami-kun, Neko-chan! I'm fine! Sorry for worrying you!"

When she smiled, everyone breathed like they were relieved.

"I heard this year's cold is bad."

"But I feel like I hear that every year, with a fever."

In pollen season, you hear every year how many times more pollen flies than last year, right?

"But this is credible, because my man from the festival is resting."

(Huh? Festival man?), she thought.

They all point to the window at the same time.

Kamamoto was sitting there alone. Eh? That person?!

When she told everyone, "I'm sorry.", she ran over to Kamamoto.

"Good morning, Kamamoto-kun!"

"Oh, yeah. Is your body okay?"

"Yes. Sorry to worry you. What about Yata-kun?"

"He has a fever and is resting. He caught a cold."

Well, that was... too many thoughts went through her head and she suddenly screamed.

"Oh, that's right. I got infected and infected him."

She looked up and blocked for a moment, then looked at Kamamoto, who seemed bored alone, and tilted her head.

"I want to go see him after school, can you help me sneak into the men's dorm?"

"What? Good, but... Yata-san, he will jump."

"Eh? He will jump and he will be happy?"

"Does not mean that."

She wondered if she was being impatient and going too fast. She wondered if he would turn bright red and flutter.

She knew the way of him to act.

She smiled and clenched her fist.

"No problem, I like that side of Yata-kun!"

Also, she was very happy with yesterday's visit, and she was relieved to understand the situation for which he apologized, but because of that she felt that she wanted to give back because they hurt him in vain.

"I will gladly take you, Konohana-san."

"Thanks!"

So, at night, with the help of Kamamoto, she unknowingly visited Yata's room.

Yata, who screamed, closed the door saying, "Wait two minutes, wait a minute!", but she couldn't wait quietly in the hallway of the men's dorm, they might discover her in the first place.

If he had a fever and was trying to get rid of her, it was outrageous. It wasn't a joke, so she pushes the door aside...

Then, the "superhuman strength" activated well, and when she opened the door, she pushed Yata, who stood with a bright red face, into the room and it was worth taking care of him.

The school festival was only two weeks away.

In order to enjoy the preparation together, they had to be cured as soon as possible.

++++++++++

"What? Christmas party?"

"Yes. I wonder if the red club will do anything for Christmas."

Yata and Kamamoto looked at each other when she said that while closing their PDA.

The school festival was the most enjoyable, including the preparation period. It was too much fun.

Preparing for a class show and preparing a position at the red club. She was very busy at the same time, she wasn't saying she wasn't in trouble, but even now, she remembered having fun. Not only her, everyone smiled and had fun.

Yes, she smiled herself, although the case of being trapped in the warehouse was not solved.

She was afraid to think that malicious intent was hidden somewhere. She couldn't help but be afraid, but Yata was there.

She was sometimes too busy to find the criminal, but thank you all, she thought it was not so much.

When it came to festivals, the red part was still going strong. The post was a great success. On the first day, the prepared quantity ran out early. She significantly increased the number from the next day, but they were all sold out.

After the school festival, it was grandly opened at the "HOMRA" bar.

It was fun.

However, after having fun, the "student book" always arrives.

The scope of the final test had been announced and the preparation period began.

As usual, if they got a red point, they would be banned, so this time too, the red club will work as one to pass the test. By the way, they were heading to the library.

"Let's go quickly, Konohana-san."

"Eh? Yes? I heard from Kukuri-chan that the Christmas party is organized by the Silver Club, right?"

"Oh, that's right. Is that what they're doing at the Himmelreich?"

"Yes. That's right. Would you like to go with me? You were surprised. The Silver club has an airship. Every year, we have a Christmas party in that airship."

"Oh. At the moment, the organizer is supposed to be the Silver club that owns Himmelreich, but the student council and the Blue club are really in charge. The participants are the Silver club and the Blue club, the student council, students. generals invited by its members and general students who won the lottery. Some teachers. It's a lot of people and it seems to be great every year. The food is amazing and luxurious."

Perhaps Kamamoto's interest was at the end, because he was so strong.

"Last year we had a Christmas party."

"Oh, after all? That's true. You said you had a Halloween party too."

"I see. Then let's reject it.", she thought. It was a bit disappointing, but she would like to participate in the Red club area.

When she said that, Kamamoto frowned, "Okay?"

"…? It's okay?"

"You can't do it with the intention of participating, I think you'd be an ant going there, right?"

"Eh? Aren't you exaggerating? I haven't decided yet or something. Okay, but I'd like to participate with the Red club."

"That would be nice. I see. It's Christmas. We'll be there. So, I should avoid the red dot anyway. I can't be a hub."

"That's right. Good luck. Christmas without you would be boring."

"That's right. Let's do our best, Yata-san."

Kamamoto looked at Yata.

But Yata didn't answer that... that is, didn't he ask? While he was thinking of something, he coughed, "Yes. Christmas. Let's do that at Christmas."

She and Kamamoto looked at each other with raised eyebrows.

"Yata-kun?"

"Yata-san?"

"What?! What is it?"

What was that line?

"I'm thinking about it. What's wrong with you?"

"Hmmm, nothing!"

Yata shook his head with the feeling that it was all "yes".

When that happened, she was irritated.

When she looks at Yata, she smiled.

"Well then. What are we going to do at Christmas?"

"What?! I don't understand! I don't know anything!"

"Yes. I agree. So, tell us what you were thinking now."

"Nothing!"

"Yes. I understand that. That's why I'm translating ..."

"Konohana-san, please forgive me in that area..."

Kamamoto sighed and put his hand on her shoulder.

And in that moment…

"Check it out..."

A secret voice crept into her ears.

She suddenly stopped and looked around her as if that voice invited her.

Down the hall. The boys who were listening shook their shoulders and ran off the moment their gazes met.

"……?"

When he turned his neck, Kamamoto coughed, "Now...".

"Do you know them?"

"A little. It's bad. I remembered what I was doing."

"Eh?"

Kamamoto took out the PDA.

"Yata-san. I'll be back first."

"Eh?"

"Konohana-san. See you later."

"Huh? Oh, yeah. See you later."

When she waved her hand, Kamamoto also turned around and ran back the way he came from.

She turned her eyebrows and looked back at Yata.

"What happened?"

"Let's go."

Yata turned around.

"Mainly, I'll find it."

Some days after. She checks it out when she to see Totsuka at the Purchasing Department at noon. So after all, it looked like there would be a Christmas party at the Red club this year too.

"There is also Konohana-san. There is no reason not to."

"Uh, I'm happy! Great!"

When she laughed and clapped her hands, Totsuka patted her head and said "Okay."

"At that time, I think I can give you good news. I look forward to it."

(Good news? What will it be? And did he say it now?), she thought, but interpreted it as a small Christmas present.

With excitement in her chest, she gave Totsuka a big smile again.

"Yes! I'm looking forward to it!"

++++++++++

Bar "HOMRA".

The interior, which was always elegant and calm, was decorated in Christmas colors and was very beautiful.

The Christmas lily, which was large enough to look up, was pure white. The hanging ornaments were all white. However, only the large tied ribbon was crimson. It was terribly vivid to the eyes.

The lively Christmas song was playing in the store.

Kusanagi made a lot of English-style Christmas cookies, and they all got together.

This was her first time, but unlike Japanese cookies, English cookies had decoration on both sides. And the one with the middle cylinder was the winner. He had a paper crown, various items, and a sheet of paper with Christmas cards and jokes.

They played with it while saying something, enjoying the Christmas food from Kusanagi's hands, they played, talked, laughed and talked more.

Of course, no one was out of place with a red dot.

The Red club always tries its best to play. She thought they all worked hard to play.

She felt that he was appreciating the time he could spend with her friends and she liked seeing them all like this. She was glad to be a part of it.

What was a bit concerning is that Yata was a bit quiet. He was always at the center of the confusion.

He seemed like he was not eating well.

But when she said that to Kamamoto, he said, "Okay. Don't worry. No, pretend you don't know. He's nervous."

"Saya-chan, are you eating?"

"Yes! I ate a lot! The meatloaf was too tasty! Kusanagi-san's food is too tasty. I can't doubt it. Oh, I'm getting fat..."

"Yes. We're going to get a little fat."

"What the heck! I absolutely hate it!"

"Ah! Do you want to go home for the New Year’s holidays? Are you coming to eat osechi and ozoni? The store itself is closed, but hey, these guys are definitely coming."

"Of course. I will come."

"It doesn't matter what you cry. Do it right."

Kusanagi laughed and hit her with a pop.

"What? Are you making Konohana-san cry, Kusanagi-san?"

Totsuka smiled and sat down next to her.

"That is correct. It is a tremendous temptation."

"Eh? Don't be bad. Kusanagi-san."

"As a man, it is natural to persuade a pretty girl. There is no reason to complain."

Kusanagi laughed like a bad boy and left.

After saying goodbye with a smile, Totsuka squeezed his face.

"You know what? Konohana-san. About that matter…"

"That matter?"

"You were harassed before the school festival. You were trapped in the warehouse, right? We found the criminal."

"Eh?!"

She gasped at the unexpected words that she didn't expect.

She yelled a bit and looked at Totsuka seriously.

"Eh? The criminal?"

"Yes. Kamamoto noticed and contacted me. So, with the help of Fushimi, the email they sent you was rescued from the broken PDA at a later date. We also found out that it was sent from a PC."

"……!"

"I questioned the boy and confirmed everyone involved in the mischief."

"Ah…"

"Who was he?"

But before he answered that question, Totsuka put his index finger to his lips and sealed them. When he opened his eyes, Totsuka smiled and shook his head.

"I'll come back to that later. At the moment, you got a lot of attention from the Red club."

"......"

"For that? It's a reason."

Totsuka smiled like he was in a little trouble.

"Because it's a red dot in the red part."

"Eh?!"

The unexpected words surprised her.

The only red dot of the Red club, then?

"You said you wanted to join the club, but you couldn't. You didn't choose. You were very sad, you wanted to join a club, you wanted to get closer to the members, but that didn't come true. You didn't. We didn't have a female member, so he was convinced you couldn't get in because you were a woman until spring. But you got in. The first female member of all time. Surrounded by longing and sheltered people. He was jealous, frustrated, so, he talks to his friends, and it seems like they were getting excited."

"......"

"He didn't mean to hurt you. He wanted to annoy you a bit. That's all. He was shocked when an ambulance came. He said he was sorry. But he was jealous."

"Actually…"

"Kamamoto remembered. Last year, the boy wanted to join the Red club in addition to himself. So the other day when I saw the boy's eyes on Konohana-san, I thought maybe that was it."

"So you were correct?"

"Yes. I also saw his face and remembered. It is true that he wanted to join the club last year, but he couldn't take King's hand."

"……!"

In the spring, Totsuka said it was a rite of passage.

She remembered the hand he showed her, shining Homura's flame.

"Is that all? He thought it was unreasonable. He seemed to interpret that he was rejected because he was pointed out that he could not do it. So I thought, 'he was not chosen'. But no, we do not do that. Kamamoto also said to the boy: 'But Konohana-san didn't even doubt it'."

Totsuka laughed.

"Yes. That was the decisive thing that differentiated Konohana-san from him. It didn't matter if Konohana-san was a Strain or something. Konohana-san trusted us. That made the difference."

"Senpai..."

"You will finally ask a question."

After Totsuka looked at her, he softened his eyes from her.

"Do you want to know about that child? If you want to know, I will tell you the class and the name. Will he also be punished? If Konohana-san wants, he will be punished."

"What punishment?"

When she took a breath at the harsh words, Totsuka simply said, "It's natural."

"He hurt you."

"But!"

"At least I think Konohana-san and Fushimi have the right to punish him."

"......"

But that was...

Reflectively, she shook her head.

No, it wasn't right. She understood that what Totsuka said was also correct, but...

"It bothers you?"

"Yes!"

Totsuka's words were very important.

"I don't like it. It's not about having rights or anything like that."

"You don't want to punish him? Did you have that goal?"

"Yes, but..."

She really understood that person's feeling of envy.

Totsuka smiled at the words.

"I think I can do anything if you don't want to lose this place. No. I can do it."

That was why this was an irreplaceable place for her.

"This place is the 'best' to spend time with my friends."

Thus, she could understand the feelings that he painfully yearned for.

With a pong, one hand rested on her head.

Looking back, Kusanagi's mischievous smile was there.

Everyone laughed as she looked around her.

Suoh was also looking at her sideways.

And the moment her eyes met, Yata showed an awkward smile.

His dedicated, straight line of sight was unbreakable.

Her chest warmed.

That was all. She had a "miracle". She couldn't help but be a little jealous. Rather it could be natural. Because actually, this place is the "best" to spend time with friends.

She smiled a little and looked back at Totsuka.

"I don't have to know the class or the name. I don't want any punishment. If he won't do it anymore, that's fine. That's enough."

"Yes, then I will tell him."

Totsuka laughed softly.

She, too, smiled back at him with a warm feeling.

Outside the window, pure white snow flew in the indigo sky.

"It's okay?"

"It's okay!"

Yata replied with a loud voice that made the volume adjustment stupid.

She instinctively looked at the choked attitude he had when he was on the red side.

A night road with white snow.

As expected, Christmas had arrived. The illuminations were gorgeous and there was still no sign of sleeping in the city.

The way home from the party. Two people were walking down the path to the bedroom.

"Eh? Kamamoto-kun? Oh, Kamamoto-kun stayed at the bar because he helped clean it up."

"He told you to help him too, right? There, he was forced to chase you, saying, "It's okay because it's okay"."

After leaving the store, Yata kept quiet and looked more serious than during the party, and when she was worried about it she asked, "Are you okay?"

Well, if he could make such a strong voice, it would be really fine.

(But what happened? He was really weird today, right? Is there something that worries him? Oh, but Kamamoto-kun said he was nervous, right? Something... Oh! Maybe's the new headmaster of the red club? Will Totsuka announce it at the beginning of the year? Is that it?), thinking about that, she was walking at the time.

Yata stopped suddenly.

When he looked back, wondering, Yata looked at her for a moment and then fell silent, then opened his mouth as if he had decided something.

"I'll only say it once!"

"Eh? Oh, yeah."

She wondered what it was.

As she bowed his head, she was still searching and obediently waiting for Yata's words. This was also the "only time" that he did not come easily.

He could make his face turn bright red and scratch his head, or he could swim his eyes blazing, or suddenly pass out in agony. Just do that or nothing.

(Oh, Yata-kun? Is it snowing? It's really cold though.), she thought.

But somehow she couldn't say "make it faster" so she silently waited for the words.

How long should she wait? When it was colder and harder to stand silently, Yata finally looked directly at her. It was like a challenge.

His eyes with hot flames caught her.

"I like you...!"

"Ah...!"

A shaky and hazy voice seemed to have been desperately squeezed out.

But it pierced her heart more vividly than any word she had ever heard.

She involuntarily held her mouth with her hand.

She got those words from Yata, who was extremely shy... she got it... There was no question.

It was inspiring and so hot her chest ached. Of course, her face was almost on fire. She could no longer feel the cold. That margin had vanished somewhere.

"Ah...!"

The tears were overflowing.

And it was Yata who was scared. When he yelled, "Wow!", her eyes shed tears.

"Wow, too bad! I made you cry..."

"It's different. Not bad. I'm sorry..."

She had no more words.

She knew he was misunderstood, but she couldn't hold back the tears and covered her face with both hands.

"Ah!"

She was very happy.

It was a miracle to her, she was a "monster" a year ago.

The more painful it was, the hotter her chest became. The joy that filled her took her breath away. She was going to drown. She was so happy that it made her want to scream.

It's not that he was anxious, overprotective, and unreliable, but that he was compassionate, masculine, direct, big, and kind.

He always ran to her first, or he would walk away in shame.

Yata, who ran in front of everyone, was the coolest and most trusted. But he couldn't speak well to girls, and he would soon turn bright red and get embarrassed.

With Yata everything was fun, interesting, warm and very comfortable.

"Ah!"

His carefree smile was nice, but she also loved to see him laugh in a complicated and awkward way.

Since the spring, Yata was in everyone's memory of her.

(Oh, that's right. I can understand a little about the feeling of wanting to harass. If Yata-kun was stolen from me, I might even harass him. Because I don't want to leave him, or this place where everyone is.), she thought.

"Ah…"

"Well don't cry. Don't cry. I wonder..."

Yata's voice that seemed to be in trouble made her laugh.

"What? Hey..."

"Ah... it's true..."

He didn't even know why she was crying. She also liked that side of Yata.

She wiped away her tears, laughed and said it.

Just a few words, but they were important words.

"I like you too!"

"......!"

"I understand that I am so happy and crying..."

"Ah…"

At that moment, he hugged her so tightly that she couldn't breathe.

"Ah! I'm so happy, I will die of happiness...!"

"That's my line, Yata-kun."

She was too happy, she was scared, because she had more than a "miracle".

Was it really good? She could be happy.

She thought so, but she could no longer put that happiness aside.

She couldn't even imagine a life without Yata.

She silently felt Yata's body temperature, with great happiness.

However, for a time, he took such a bold action. Yata seemed to have returned to himself immediately, and the next moment, he screamed again and released her.

He apologized for a while saying "Wow, too bad!", but she didn't want him to apologize for that.

It was brief, which is why she found it disappointing.

Although she frowned, Yata's carefree and innocent smile couldn't be followed by a grumpy face, she relaxed and laughed.

"Hurrah!"

Yata held his fist with a bright smile before her.

"It was the best Christmas present!"

Yata's words suddenly exploded.

(But that's my line. A gift that's more than a "miracle", thank you!), she thought.

"First visit of the year to a shrine. Come on."

"Yes."

"Let's go to HOMRA to eat New Year's dishes."

"Yes."

"There are no special events in January, but let's play a lot with everyone."

"Yes."

Yata stepped forward holding her hand. The answer was short, she was nervous.

But that was enough to warm her heart.

She laughed and looked up at the indigo sky with white snow.

"If it stacks up, I want to have a snowball fight."

"Okay."

"Ok, let's go."

He takes out the PDA and check the time.

"I guess they got mad."

"Ah…"

Yata sighed.

The time for the bedroom curfew was past, Yata sighed, but he didn't seem to be in a hurry.

She was very happy about it. Because it was Christmas, and she still wanted to be with him.

When she laughed, she felt terribly happy and held Yata's hand.

[godkilller]

          They met when the cicadas sang and every cooling breeze was a gift.

          The air was hot and hazy along the swaying tree line spanning across a crooked horizon of mountains beyond. If not for the brilliant beacon of her soul, perhaps they would not have seen her amongst the blurring waves of summer heat blanketing her fallen form on the ground. She was a filthy thing, diminished by the lingering dark, the leeches of creatures which dwelled, too, within this grand forest. A victim of their hunger for a mortal’s essence, this poor human. A little girl all alone.

          When the kami neared, they stopped at the treeline with piercing eyes ablaze. A faint after-image of three men, adults, filthy humans, came to memory that didn't belong to them. Hers, rather.

          These men huddled around her, poking and prodding, such despicable things... as though she were an ant to be squished, prey to be toyed with by the end of a stick. The acts of man could disgust at times, how eerily soulless one could be of their own free will. The influences of demons could excuse very little when regarding a tainted heart. Scorched footmarks indicated such influences had been present, the taste of ash in the air burned at their nostrils. It was a miracle this child still had her soul at all.

          The kami would not appear to her in the same height, the same manner, as the assailants that left her broken and crying. Nor was she young enough, an infant or toddler perhaps, for them to reveal their true form without causing her distress, confusion, and frustration while living out the rest of her mortal life knowing celestial beings walked amongst humans. Perhaps she was already jaded, left incapable of witnessing their genuine form in its entirety, all innocence drained from her. If that was the case, they could have walked forth regardless of appearance, and her mind would fill the gaps and the incomprehensible with something bland and utterly human, normal, capable of being processed with ease.

          No, she still had a thrumming slice of light in her. Best to be reasonable and not test her faith. Instead, they shifted into another smaller form with complete fluidity, elegant robes and tails twisting into the winds and morphing, vanishing, shrinking, dissipating akin to snowfall in the summer air. In the gust of wind that breathed out around him, he stepped outward anew; a child, too. Non-threatening, he even went a year or two younger than her for the sake of her utmost comfort. Friend. I am your friend.

          He stepped forward, put on a smile, and padded down from the confines of the lush trees and brush which cloaked him from sight. The rustling footsteps, bared feet on soft ground, seemed to indicate his approach well enough to rend the girl alert, scrambling to sit up and wipe at her eyes as though being caught in the act of emotion was something of an embarrassment.

          In fact, she got quite defensive over the matter. Puffed her cheeks and everything. Until compassion washed over her, and concern.

          Huh.

          “What’s up with those marks? Are you bleeding?” Puffy eyes widened at him, and she rubbed at them again with the back of her hand as though to clarify what she was seeing.

          Quieter, as though sharing a secret, she spoke again. "Did they get you too?"

          Blinking, he raised a hand to observe, as though unaccustomed to its lightness, its flesh and bone, its power restrained; he felt tiny, contained into this little vessel to appease her. Idly, he found the issue upon the backs of both his hands. Red, smooth, these markings flowed up his wrists and arms beneath the robes he donned, then peeked out at the nape of his neck. As though the canvas for brushwork, brilliant in color, it stained his skin. He could only surmise that a blatant and decently sized crimson circle resided directly at the center of his forehead. Similarly colored lines beneath his eyes, as well as matching painted strokes of red trailing both legs, feet, buffered at the ends by circles just above his toes.

          These were the blood-red designations of a kami, often following him through his other transformations unless he chose to deliberately obscure them. Seemed like he forgot, for a moment, to hide them from her.

          “Oops!” He proceeded to dust himself off as though he recently tumbled through the same dirt she sat on. Each swift and hurried pat, swish, and brushing gesture seemed to quickly vanish those markings from his skin, magic. Like wiping away at a blemish, regardless of the fact that his divine marks were anything but a blemish, and he became less so inhuman.

          He finished the adjustment, straightened up his simplistic yukata, then smiled wide and with triumph. A little shrugged gesture, hands displayed, to show her he was done.

          “Better?” A flop of his hands at his sides, what skin that showed from dark yukata was now as pristine as the rest of him, as though his feet had not touched the ground beneath, as though he did not belong in the same breath as the dirtied rags on her shoulders. In any dimmer lighting, were the days not shining with warming rays of the sun, perhaps a faint cool glow would accompany his form. Numerous efforts were required in order to properly project humanity to her, his restraint being the key. He was attempting to dial things down.

          Normally, he would not have even tried to fit in; appearing in a roar of blinding light and tranquility. Or send a messenger in his stead, copper fur and a mischievous grin. Perhaps he was a tad bit rusty, playing human.

          She blinked at him slowly, recovering from a dazed state. Discreetly, invisibly, he nudged her away from the thoughts that lurked around his strange markings, at the way they dissipated before her very eyes. She blinked thrice more, then seemed to accept his soft tampering of her memory... unbeknownst to her. Not something he did too often, an unfair trick. He disliked influencing humans in such a manner.

          “Y—… yeah... but why’s your hair silver ?”

          ...Ah, he forgot about that. Rustier than he initially thought, then.

          Should he tamper with her again, or knock her out and wipe her memory… and start all over? That felt excessive. But...

          “Oh, uh—”

          Before he could even fathom how to casually adjust his hair color before her very eyes without causing alarm, or whether or not he should simply stun her into a daze to undo his missteps altogether… he felt the girl moving away from the topic on her own accord, thoughts trailing elsewhere, like where he came from, or if it was safe for her to stay here — if the demon-influenced men would return with their scary eyes.

          So he left it as it was, his hair apparently silver. Absently, he decided from here on out to do a once-over by the reflection of a nearby water source… to avoid any further slip-ups.

          She seemed unafraid, otherwise, especially in meeting his vibrant gaze with her icy blue eyes in kind. Others would avert, look away, unable to lock onto his eyes without a feeling of being pierced, of their soul being seen in its entirety, a hushed multitude of whispers caressing their temples, their minds, as his presence quietly overwhelmed them.

          No, she was staying resolute. She could look into his eyes without divinity swallowing her whole. A brave girl full of heart, she did not fear. At least for now.

          “What’s your name, anyway?” She was quick, cutting, a no-bullshit approach to the one who interrupted her moment of vulnerability and sadness. Her nose scrunched, and that telltale sign of wariness began to show.

          Ukanomitama-no-Mikoto seemed like a mouthful, though it was first to come to mind; a lesser-known alternative to the given name humans doted upon for him. And there were too many others, far too many, and far too on the nose. Who was he, again? In days of old, they’d split into three. Or five. Into various shapes, sizes, and genders too. Today, he picked a boy, as lithe as she was. A non-threat, limbs thin akin to stalks of bamboo.

          “I dunno, I’m a lil mixed up right now.” An understatement, apparently.

          “That’s stupid, you don’t even know your name? I know my name, it’s Matsumoto Rangiku . Yours… hm, it’s Gin , ‘cause of your weird hair.” A head tilt was all her harsh tongue earned, a wholly unbothered air. In fact, he bloomed pleasantly at her decision to name him. Accustomed. Accepting. Appreciative. How often humans took in his kin, his shrines, naming torii and foxes alike, giving title here and title there, naming foods and offerings… and naming him, over and over. Naming, naming...

          Gin, then. He was Gin.

          Her thoughts, her scrutiny, veered closer to feeling some semblance of humor about him; how silly, this boy who hadn't even noticed he had those weird red stains on his skin, didn't even know his own name. Silver hair, too. How silly. She thought of him like a wild animal trotting over to her from the brush, as though feral and unaccustomed to seeing another person, unafraid due to ignorance and confidence combined. Curiosity, yes, she titled his motivation quite well.

          Sharp, this girl.

          Through her eyes, her assessment of him seemed fair, and Gin smiled wide in acceptance. The verdict this girl reached was of dismissal, distracted by the sharp reminder of hunger growling at her stomach.

          “Hungry?” He asked, as though unaware, a boy simply answering the cue of that telltale sign. He knew she felt weakened and hadn’t eaten after she ran from her keepers. Several days, now. Midday, she was coming up on the fourth before he intervened, darkness clutching at her to drag her further off into the woodlands and mountains beyond.

          A wandering soul awaiting oblivion, and the leering creatures thought her theirs.

          No, not quite yet.

          Gin knelt down to be at her height, crisscrossing his legs beneath him to settle in, and reached behind his back as though to unfasten a bag of a traveler. Nothing was there, really, nothing at the moment. Yet his patient palm subtly glowed with purpose and want, materializing within it a fruit readied to be eaten. He reckoned she’d want something sweet, and by his divine right it felt appropriate to give her one meant for longevity, delivered directly from the plentiful harvests he presided over.

          “Here, I got this for ya,” Gin offered out the persimmon from behind his back, and watched as she squinted to peer around him, seeking out the tell of his little trick. Ever the skeptic, she sought out answers she could not immediately identify, this nameless boy that had blood-red marks on him, who did magic tricks with fruit.

          Scoffing out a blow of air, she relented, then took it.

          “Did you hide this up your sleeve? You’re so weird,” she whined out, though appeased herself swiftly with a big bite of his offering. Already, the diminishing glow of her soul was mending itself, illuminated by the unseen fury of celestial light embodying him. They sat together as she ate.

          “Maybe, I like pullin’ tricks like that.” He reached back again, mirroring his earlier actions, and returned his palm out before him carrying another persimmon within it. He plopped the fruit into her lap and swayed back and forth playfully. “See? Pretty cool, huh? Wait, I think there’s one more …”

          Reaching back, Gin brought forth a rock instead and acted visibly confused.

          “Eh? How’d that get in there?” He dropped the rock, then made a show of searching his sleeves. She barked out a laugh, cheeks full of fruit and a smile full of light.

          Gin beamed.

[ofhoneyandrosepetals]

Bright as Red

Pairing: Yata Misaki x reader

Description: Reader is left on the streets in a severe situation, being found by Totsuka Tatara, who gets to himself the responsability to help and heal the girl in HOMRA's headquarters. When she wakes up, she's led by the wanting to seek for revenge, going after who's hurt her.

Warnings: only a couple of swears.

Word count: 1,868.

A/N: yeah, I did something 🙈 I’ve been going through a nostalgic time and so this idea came to me.

Totsuka Tatara had found her in the streets, tossed in an alley like a ragged doll, her school uniform a bloody mess. She had hair by her shoulders that covered her face while Totsuka brought her inside HOMRA’s headquarters in his arms, her arms and legs hanging freely.

“What is this?” Asked Kusanagi Izumo, the second in command, horrified at the sight.

“I found her like this in an alley nearby. She’s unconscious,” answered Totsuka.

“And you had to bring her here?” Said Kusanagi in annoyance.

“What was I supposed to do?”

“I don’t know, maybe get her to the damn hospital?”

“She’s hurt, Izumo. I… I couldn’t leave her. Look at her. She looks so helpless.”

Yata Misaki saw everything from the couch, eyes wide open in curiosity. Kusanagi took a deep breath.

“We’re not a charity.”

“Please…” Totsuka pleaded, stopped by the hearing of someone’s footsteps. His eyes laid upon his King, who watched silently the scene before him. His amber eyes said enough.

“Tatara…” Kusanagi begin saying, but Suoh Mikoto cut him off.

“I know. Come,” said the King to Totsuka, who followed him. “You can put her in your room,” his deep voice said without any emotion. “Mind to explain yourself?”

Totsuka repeated the story he told Kusanagi while Mikoto sat at the edge of the bed, observing the young and injured girl.

“Give me one reason to accept this situation,” Mikoto said.

Totsuka said without even stopping to think:

“It’s the right thing to do. You helped me, now I want to help her. Who’s the monster who’d hurt a girl in such ways?”

Mikoto took a deep and lazy breath and got up from the bed, tapping Totsuka’s shoulder before saying:

“She’s your responsibility. I don't want her around for too much time. She’s not one of us.”

Totsuka shook his head one time in acceptance and sat by the girl’s side after Mikoto left.

“Don’t worry, girl. I’ll take care of you, and soon enough you’ll be all patched up and new.”

***

Yata avoided the girl’s room - well, actually Totsuka’s room - all he could. Even though she couldn’t see him or as far as he knew, hear him, she still made him nervous. He only saw her three times, when Totsuka had asked him to help with her recovery.

The situation was pretty bad, he imagined. She was there for five days already and hadn’t moved since. Everyone thought that maybe she was close to death when found by Totsuka, but what did they know, right?

Yata helped Totsuka while he patched up her wounds and ran away when Totsuka motioned to change her dirty, bloody clothes with clean ones. They were Yata’s clothes, since him and the girl were close in height. He didn’t mind giving his clothes to her, although this idea made all his blood go up to his cheeks.

Kushina Anna would often be by the girl’s side, only watching her as her chest went up and down as she breathed.

“She’s a little red,” Yata heard the little girl say to Kusanagi, who just slipped her a glass of juice through the balcony.

“Oh yeah?”

“Do you think Mikoto will let her stay with us?” She sounded hopeful.

“I don’t know, Anna.”

“Totsuka-san had been telling her about us. Do you think she can hear?” Yata said, a little bothered.

“Maybe. Who knows. Want a soda, Yata-chan?” Kusanagi asked.

“Yeah, alright,” Yata slid on the barstool next to Anna. “What do you think of her?” He asked while sipping.

“I like her,” was all the little girl said. Yata wondered whether Anna had read the girl’s thoughts or not, or if even she had any thoughts while being unconscious.

“Yata-chan, would you go check on the girl? Tatara left to buy some more things that he needs.”

“Me? Why…?”

Yata was cut off by a tough look of Kusanagi and immediately went to Totsuka’s room.

He took a look at her bandages, but they all seemed alright. Since he felt the room very much silent, he leaned over her, trying to see if she was breathing. With his index finger placed under her nostrils he felt the weak air.

For some external forces he kept there, watching her face as she breathed silently. She was young, but seemed to be his age. Wondering what had happened to her, Yata gently poked the dark bruise on her temple, apparently causing her to open her eyes in a shot.

She screamed when she saw the boy figure so close to her, touching her temple. Yata screamed in response, scared with her scream. So fast that he couldn’t imagine how she did it, she got the metal tray that contained clean bandages and pointed at him. Yata fell on the floor on his ass and started pushing himself backwards until his back reached the wall.

“Who are you? Where am I?” She started asking desperately.

“Kusanagi-san!” Yata called for the second in command.

“What is this place? Who the fuck are you?” She asked more desperately.

“Kusanagi-san!” Yata screamed louder.

The door flew wide open and Kusanagi entered in a storm, only to stop calmly when he saw the girl.

“Oh, so you’re finally awake.”

“Where am I? Who are you?” She asked again, still pointing the metal tray to Yata.

“Why are you still pointing this to me?” The boy asked, getting up.

“My name is Kusanagi Izumo. I’m the second in command of HOMRA. And you are?” He was calm, standing a hand to the girl in an offer.

“Why am I here?”

“My friend saved you. He found you in an alley, almost dead. Do you remember any of that?”

The girl dropped the metal tray on the floor, causing an annoyed sound. She touched her injured temple, frowning.

“Unfortunately,” she finally said, hate consuming her eyes.

“The red,” said a small voice.

Anna was hidden behind Kusanagi, only peaking at the girl.

“What red? I don’t see anything…” Yata complained, scratching his head.

“How are you feeling?” Kusanagi asked.

“Where’s your friend?”

“He left, but he should be back at any time. How are you feeling?”

The girl’s eyes went straight to Yata, examining him and therefore embarrassing him.

“I’m okay. A bit tired.”

“Any pain?”

She nodded negatively.

“Wanna eat anything?”

As in response, her stomach growled. She turned her head, cheeks red.

“No need to be shy. Come, eat something,” Kusanagi pointed his head towards the door.

The girl hesitated, but Anna went straight to her, grabbing her hand and pushing her gently. Yata was the one to leave for last, sitting on the couch and giving some looks at the girl while she ate.

Totsuka Tatara finally arrived, making the room to be all noisy with his excited voice.

“You’re awake! Hi! I’m Totsuka Tatara, and you are?”

He left all his bags to fall on the floor to sit next to her, who seemed to be a little scared by all the sudden attention.

“Calm down, Tatara, you’re scaring her,” Kusanagi said.

Totsuka had the brightest and biggest smile on his face when he apologized. The girl took a moment to finally say:

“I’m Y/N Y/L/N. I was told you’re the one who helped me. Thank you,” her voice was weak, and before Yata could tell, she was crying, her shoulders trembling. “Thank you,” she repeated. “Thank you thank you thank you.”

Everyone in the bar didn’t know what to do, except for Totsuka, who gently grabbed Y/N’s hand.

“Hey, it’s okay,” he also had a gentle smile on his lips. The girl grabbed his shirt and leaned over it, soaking the cloth with her tears. Totsuka hugged her, tapping her shoulder blades. “There, there. It’s over now. You’re okay.”

“No,” she screamed in desperation. No one seemed to notice that Mikoto had gotten to the place. “It’s not over. It’s not over until he’s alive. He won’t give up until I’m dead too.”

“Who?” Totsuka asked carefully.

“He’s disgusting. I hate him. I hate him I hate him I hate him,” Y/N had her hands closed in a tight fist, causing her nails to open her palms and blood drip on the wooden floor.

“Hey, stop it!” Yata exclaimed. When the girl looked at him, he stuttered. “You’re hurting yourself.”

Y/N suddenly took notice of Suoh Mikoto, the Red King. She knew who he was, not because Kusanagi told her while she was eating, but because she heard around. Everyone knew who the red-haired man before her was. And she pretty damn well knew what he did.

She ran towards him, falling on her knees, bowing.

“Thank you. Thank you for allowing me to be healed here. Thank you, Red King.”

Mikoto kept eyeing the girl at his feet, not saying a word. It was impossible to even imagine what was passing through his mind.

“I ask only one thing, if you allow me,” Y/N said.

“What is it?” His deep voice said in return, serious.

“I have nothing. I have no one but myself. I have no purpose but to seek my revenge. Please, let me serve you as a payment for all you did. I’ll do so willingly, Red King.”

Everyone stood in shock at their places as they watched the scene. Yata’s heart was racing.

“Mikoto…” Kusanagi said before red flames engulfed Suoh Mikoto.

His eyes shone.

“Do you really intend it, little girl?”

“Yes. Yes, I do,” Y/N’s voice didn’t tremble as she looked up to Mikoto. “I meant every word I said. I’ll follow you loyally, anywhere you need me.”

“Is that so…?” Mikoto had a half smile, offering his hand to her, flames still engulfing him.

She’s gonna shake his hand, Yata thought.

Y/N stared at the flames, curiously, no fear in her eyes. She grabbed Mikoto’s hand, shaking once.

His red flames engulfed her as well, all of her body. This is so hot, she thought. A specific part of her body burned the most, but it wasn’t a hurtful burn; it was a good burn. She bit her lips to prevent the smile.

Once the flames were over, she felt it. Lifting the shirt that she had on - not before Yata turned his head, cheeks burning red -, she stared at the red mark on her left ribs, touching it with the tip of her fingers, amazed.

She looked up to Mikoto, placing a hand on her heart as she bowed a little, saying:

“My king.”

He shook his head once and went to the bar, being served by Kusanagi.

“This demands a celebration!” The bartender said, giving her a rootbeer float. “Here, finish your food. You need to recover your strength.”

But before sitting on the barstool, Y/N went to Totsuka Tatara.

“Thank you, Totsuka-san. I’ll be forever grateful that you saved my life.”

“I’m glad I did so,” he answered.

Y/N also shot a small smile at Yata, who had his cheeks immediately burning in red, looking away from her.

Y/N sat beside her King and started eating, gaining all the strength she needed to pursue her revenge.

[flowerismi]

Experience, Chapter 18

"Sasuke! Naruto!"

A lady called out as she came running out of the hotel. Sasuke stepped out of the taxi. Followed by Naruto.

"Hello mother"

Sasuke said and smiled gently to the lady, as they both embraced each other.

"Mikoto!"

Naruto said loudly. And Mikoto looked over at the blonde man.

"Ah Naruto look at you... How you resemble your father"

Mikoto said as she faced Naruto.

"Is my old man here already?"

Naruto said with his usual big smile and playful attitude.

Hinata stepped out of the taxi slowly. The hotel didn't look like a typical tourist hotel. It was in the middle of the jungle. Only trees and plants was visible. There were no other houses or buildings. But the hotel seemed nice. It was made in dark wood. It was big. But not city big. Maybe only four or five stories high. It seemed just perfect for this place. It was hot, and Hinata could feel the tropical climate effect her, as she felt for a drink.

"You must be Hinata Hyuga. It's such a pleasure to meet you"

Mikoto said as she noticed the young lady. She stepped up to Hinata. Smiling happily, holding her hand out for a handshake. Hinata smiled backed softly.

"Yes I'm Hinata Hyuga, the pleasure is all mine."

Hinata replied and took Mikoto's hand in hers.

"I'm Mikoto Uchiha"

Mikoto said. She was very pretty. She had the same hair color as Sasuke. And his dark eyes as well. They really looked like mother and son. Hinata felt a little nervous. This place would he filled with friends and family. And here she would be, just an employee from their company. It all felt so weird in some way. Hinata took a small breath. ' I'm here now. There's no going back.... It'll be great, just like Hanabi said. I'll get a lot of credit. This is... This is...' Hinata thought, but her inner monolog stopped. She looked up at Sasuke. He was talking to his mother. Taking out the suitcases with Naruto. He was wearing loose shorts and a tight sitting t-shirt. Hinata blushed as she noticed his leg and arm muscles. She skimmed at the veins through his skin. And she felt like it became way hotter.

"Miss Hyuga your suitcase"

Sasuke said, and handed her the suitcase. He held it in one hand. Hinata had to use both her hands if she was going to lift it the was he did. She gulped, as she stepped up to the taxi and Sasuke.

"Thank you"

Hinata said humble. As she tried not to get eye contact with Sasuke. She felt her cheeks heat. Their fingers met for a second, as she grabbed the suitcase. Her heart felt heavy in her chest.

She pulled the suitcase with her, as they all went to the entrance of the hotel. Looking at Sasuke's back. He was walking in front with his mother. Hinata couldn't hear what they were talking about. Her mind was on him. He seemed so relaxed. Was it because he was here. With his family and friends.

'I hope I'm not a disturbance for him... I mean I'm not family or... A friend...' Hinata thought. She stopped. Her head felt distorted. '... What am I to him... What are we...' Hinata's thoughts continued. 'Is... Is he just my boss. And am I just his employee. Or... Are we...' Hinata's thoughts were interrupted.

"Hinata... Urm, I mean Miss Hyuga are you coming!?"

Naruto called out as he noticed Hinata had stopped behind them. Sasuke looked over at Naruto angry.

"What? I changed it to Miss Hyuga didn't I!"

Naruto hizzed quietly back at Sasuke.

"My apologies! I'm coming!"

Hinata said and hurried after them. She pushed her thoughts away for now.

"Now... I'll give you a moment to settle into your rooms. Then I'll expect you all down at the terrace for a welcome toast in an hour!"

Mikoto said. As she handed out the keys to the three new comers.

"Naruto dear, can you make sure Miss Hyuga knows where to go. There's something I need to speak with my son about"

Mikoto continued, and smiled gently to Naruto and Hinata. Naruto nodded back to Mikoto.

"Of course"

He replied. And glanced over at Hinata as well. Hinata didn't know what to say. Everything felt so weird. Not awkward or cringe. Just a little tense in some way.

"Thank you!"

Hinata decided on saying. She bowed slightly for Mikoto and Sasuke. As she and Naruto went to the elevator. Sasuke's eyes following her as she left.

"Looks like we're on the fourth floor! That's the top floor! Nice!"

Naruto said in the elevator and smiled. Hinata didn't answer. Naruto could see she felt a little uncomfortable.

"Hey... It's really awesome you're here! Don't feel weird about it. You deserve it!"

Naruto said as he nudged Hinata's shoulder. Trying to reassure her. Hinata turned her head to face Naruto. She forced a smile on her lips.

"Thank you Mr. Uzumaki... It's very kind of you"

Hinata replied.

"Ah... I'm sorry about calling you by your last name... You know, the Uchihas are very... Formal... It's only last year I started addressing Sasuke's mother and father by their first name... Even though I've known them forever..."

Naruto said a little embarrassed, he was smiling though.

"No it's alright! I understand! My fa-... I mean... I also grew up like that..."

Hinata replied. And smiled humble back at Naruto. The elevator door opened and the two of them started walking down the hallway.

"Let's see 402... this is my room..."

Naruto said, stopping by one of the first doors. Hinata looked at her keycards. It said 425.

"I think I'm down at the other end then"

Hinata said, concluding by her number. Naruto looked at her number.

"Oh yeah... Do you want me to follow you down there?"

Naruto asked.

"It's okay. I'll find it."

Hinata answered shyly. She could find a hotel room by herself.

"Okay... Then uhm... Let's meet here in 50 min. Then I'll take you to the terrace."

Naruto replied and smiled to Hinata. Hinata nodded and smiled back, before she continued down the hallway. It took a while before she reached her number. And Hinata assumed the rooms must have been a decent size. Because of the distant between the doors of the rooms. 'Here it is...' Hinata thought as she stopped outside the door with the number 425. Hinata opened the door and entered. The room had a queen size bed. With two bedside tables. At the end of the room was a small table with two chairs. And the end wall was made entirely of windows. Hinata took her shoes of and walked into the room. Looking out the windows she could see out over the beach and the sea. 'Wauw...' Hinata thought and smiled to herself at the beautiful view.

By the room's entrance was the bathroom. The toilet in one room. And the bath in another. Both connected to a powder room.

Hinata sighed. 'I don't deserve this... What am I even doing here' she started panicking. She held her hands to her face. As she laid down on the bed. 'Stop... This is not who I am anymore... I deserve this... I... I...' Hinata argued with herself. She felt a lump in her stomach. And without warning tears started running down her face. 'No... Why am I crying... Please stop...' Hinata yelled inside herself as she tried fighting the tears. Everything just felled so overwhelming and confusing. 'I wish... I wish he was here...'

Hinata's subconsciousness whispered to her. As she clenched the bedsheets.

"Okay don't worry. Sasuke's father may seem scary, but he is... Well... He smiles on the inside..."

Naruto said to Hinata, as they both stepped outside on to the terrace. Hinata looked around. There were a lot of people. They all seemed confident, and they all looked very pretty. Hinata felt so small around them.

"Miss Hyuga!"

A voice called out, and Hinata lifted her head to face the owner of the voice.

"Ino!"

Naruto called out excited. As Ino walked over to them, with a champagne glass in one hand. She had a beautiful light blue dress on. It had a low cut, showing her cleavage. She had her hair loose, and light summer themed makeup.

"Naruto, good to see you too"

Ino smiled as she hugged Naruto. And Hinata could see Naruto blush. As their embrace ended, Ino turned to Hinata.

"I heard the news. You're very clever... Any chance I could get you to come work for me instead"

Ino said teasingly while giggling. Hinata widened her eyes in surprise. And blushed a little.

"I-it wasn't anything special... Mr. Uchiha is the one-"

Hinata tried to say.

"Miss Hyuga with all do respect... I believe you deserve the praise. You're the one who figured it all out..."

Ino interrupted. She leaned down to Hinata's ear.

"Don't sell yourself short..."

Ino whispered into her ear. And as she leaned back again, she smiled big to Hinata. Hinata couldn't help but feel touched by Ino's word. 'Why do I always do that... Sell myself short... Talk down about myself...' Hinata thought.

"Let's go get you two some champagne"

Ino said and gestured for Naruto and Hinata to follow her.

"May I have your attention"

Mikoto called out over a microphone. Hinata had just taken a sip of her drink. She stood with Naruto and Ino, in one end of the crowd.

"I am very happy to have so many of my friends and my family gathered here this weekend, for my 60th birthday."

Mikoto said, and the people clapped.

"Now... As usual, there will be served dinner tonight. But the big party is first tomorrow night."

Mikoto continued.

"The spa is free to use as always. There are several activities at the beach. And special for this year, we've planned a ATV tour around the island."

Mikoto said. And people's excitement could be heard.

"Now please enjoy yourself!"

Mikoto finished. And the crowd clapped.

"I am definitely going to the spa tomorrow"

Ino said excited. Naruto looked disappointed.

"No way, you always do that! Come and join us at the beach or something!"

Naruto said as he tried to convince Ino. Hinata felt a little confused. Was there going to be different activities for tomorrow. A spa treatment or the beach. Non of them were things she wanted to do. Hinata sighed. And took another sip of her drink. Naruto and Ino could be heard arguing.

All of a sudden, Hinata could feel a figure appearing behind her. And a chill ran down her spine.

"Ah Sasuke there you are"

Naruto said and looked at the figure behind Hinata. Ino also raised her gaze to him.

Hinata slowly turned her head timid. Her eyes met his dark gaze. She could feel her heart beating faster. And her cheeks heating. She gulped, and tried to keep eye contact with him. Since Hinata wasn't wearing any heels. She felt very small beside him. As their eyes kept contact. Sasuke's slowly formed a smirk.

"Miss Hyuga..."

He said softly. Her name on his lips felt so taunting and pleasing to Hinata's ear. And she felt her body aching. Her crotch felt hot. And she tried to clench it between her legs. Her breast felt hard. And she pulled her hands to her chest. Everything to fight the urges her body was expressing. She had to look away from him. But wouldn't that be rude. Hinata's mind worked overtime to figure out what to do in this situation. Luckily they were all interrupted.

"So you are Miss Hyuga"

A man said. His voice was gentle. Sasuke turned his head, releasing Hinata from the grip she felt from him. And Hinata breathed out. Sasuke's smirk disappeared. As he faced the man coming from behind him.

"I'm Itachi Uchiha. It's a pleasure to meet you"

The man said as he stepped up beside Sasuke to face Hinata. He was a little taller than Sasuke. But they shared the same dark eyes. He had long black hair. And he was very handsome. She felt her cheeks heat up again. As the man held his hand out to give Hinata a handshake.

"I-I'm Hinata Hyuga..."

Hinata stumble through her words, as she reached out to handshake Itachi. His hand was big and soft like Sasuke's. But he seemed more gentle. His entire atmosphere seemed calm and relaxing.

"Hinata Hyuga... What a beautiful name"

Itachi said. And smiled to Hinata. Meeting her eyes, not leaving her gaze. Hinata tried fighting her blushing. And fast beating heart.

To be continued...

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content warnings: mentioning loss of weight, lee know being misogynistic.

― synopsis: through your urgent and acute need for any kind of financial income, you see the ad of a sugarbaby website. you decide to overcome your pride and hit ‘sign up’.

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“CHANNIE, CHANGBIN IS BEATING UP FEL-” Woojin busted into the room. I immediately stepped away from him but his hands didn’t want to let me go. He kept his one hand on my hip next to him.

“Woojin, I would very appreciate it when you could knock on the door before you come in.”

“I-I am sorry.” He bowed down and closed the big door behind him.

“And this is your room.” Changbin said with his hand gesturing his hand to the door behind me. The big brown door guiding me to the one place where I could maybe have at least a bit of peace.

“Where do you all sleep at?” I asked him as curious as I could be.

"My room is upstairs. As well as Chan and Jeongin and Seungmin. Next to you are each Lee Know and Felix. The one at the end of the corridor is Woojins." He explained to me and tried to get me to understand this very complicated and huge mansion.

"Our maid will show you the house tomorrow when we are gone for a mission. You can go and sleep. I think Channie will give you the rules and guidelines." He smiled at me with his hand in his hair to push it back to reveal his forehead and left me in the empty and silent hallway. Regarding that I had no feeling of what time it was, I felt the need and urge to finally shower and go to my bed.

He smiled again and left to go to his own room. I stood there and admired his body a little. The big shoulders and his huge arms that were visible through the casual jeans and black shirt. He left the hallway and went for the staircase.

“Shut up Lee Know. How misogynistic can you possibly be?” I heard a voice come out of the room next to mine. I couldn’t tell if it was the voice of Seungmin or Jisung but I quickly got out of the hallway and yank opened the door of my room. They could not see me now as how I looked like at the moment: A baby prostitute. 

I closed my eyes and slammed my back to the door behind me. I breathed in and out, took the hair out of my face and got a wave of clear relief and overwhelm. The wave of contemporary privacy and the feeling to finally breathe a sigh of relief. I enjoyed the light tingle it gave me and held my eyes closed for a short while before opening them and not closing my mouth in amazement. The lightly decorated and simple grey and white room they gave me was bigger than all the dorms in my college combined. 

I saw the big wooden door in the room and ran to it, praying for dear lord that it’s a bathroom. I was not disappointed and got a big shower and a bathtub with a huge mirror that covered the wall opposite of the shower, mirroring the shower. I threw my dirty and half ripped dress off to finally be able to breathe again and to see that I clearly and obviously had lost some pounds. My ribs showing in the mirror in front of me and my face being more sunken in that usual. I took a while to look at my current state and shook my head. I finally turned on the hot water and the steam that has formed from it, has stuck on my bare body as I stepped inside the shower to meet the hot water.

I moaned as the hot water flowed through my tired and irritated body and my exhausted muscles slowly rested. I could not tell you, but I never had a shower in my life that was so satisfying as now. My knees started to shake as my hair was getting wet and finally hit my scalp. Shivers running up and down my spine with the goosebumps forming on my skin. It took probably a good hour or two before I stepped out with wrinkly fingers and toes, bloodshot eyes and red skin from the heat of the water. I took the first two towels that was on the shelf and wrapped my hair and body around them. 

I stepped out of the bathroom to notice that I don’t have any clothing now. But in the same second I was starting to panic I saw a closet in the room. I walked up to it to open and see a collection of black, grey, white shirts and pants as well as pullovers and joggers. I couldn’t tell from where they know my size but I didn’t give a second thought about it and quickly jumped into the more comfy joggers and pullovers. As I was done getting myself dressed I started to notice my new room a bit more. I walked up and down the room to finally recognize the features of it.

The enormous bed that could swallow up three versions of me, the TV that gave me at least a glimpse of reality, and what was not unnoticed was the window that brought moonlight into the room and made everything a bit more soothing. What I also noticed was that the window had no bars or something that would have prevented me from escaping.

I had to get out of here, right away. But to get my plan in trouble for this and betray their trust? Or if they take me back and catch me? What am I supposed to do now? Risk it and run away but with the chance that I will be discovered and something happens? Or stay here and play it safe?

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oookay, so let me know what you want y/n to do now.  risk it or play safe? 

i really tried to think about what i should decide but this is harder than i thought kjsjakjkfjkdfjk

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Another Round (pt.2)

pairings: dom!reader x dom!chan x switch!hyunjin

genre: smut

warnings: (alcohol), mommy kink, oral giving and receiving

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What just happened left you completely stunned, you didn’t know Hyunjin had a bratty side to himself. For the rest of the night, you basically avoided any form of interaction with the youngster, restocking bottles in the back and doing some business stuff. You didn’t mind staying in the back, as it gave you plenty of time to think about what you could do to him tonight. Imagining him infront of you, a moaning mess under your touch made your mouth water at an instant, and you noticed you kept rubbing your thighs together.

As the closing hour finally rolled around, you cleaned all the tables and the counter, washing glasses and emptying out the trash can’s. Today was a pretty good night, you got a 100$ tip from you regular Jackson, who you haven’t seen in weeks. As much as you love working at the bar, you’re glad to finally go home and release some stress...

Popping up from behind you, Chan grabs your hand and pulls to you towards the exit, smiling in excitement: „Are you ready for tonight?“-„I absolutely am, where is Hyunjin anyways?” As soon as you say that, Hyunjin taps you lightly on the shoulder, chuckling: “You’ve been looking for me haven’t you?” you rolled your eyes, being fed up with his behavior but staying calm, to be honest you’re just way too tired to even answer him.

As you get to the car, you sit in the passengers seat, simply out of habit, since you and Chan always drive home together and end up making out with each other on the way home. Hyunjin quietly sits in the back, fidgeting with his bracelet as he is unsure of what to say. As Chan starts up the car he decides to cut the tension by giving you a kiss on the cheek. He swiftly pulls out of the parking spot onto the freeway, smiling into the darkness of the night. Man he’s hot, you thought to yourself, appreciating the God given gift named Chan next to you.

You notice Hyunjin in the back being unusually quiet, so you decide ask him some questions you’ve been dying to ask him. “So Blondie, What are you studying in college?”- “I study psychology and theater, very generic but i like it”, he weakly smiled. “And do you have a roommate or someone you live with?” - “No, i actually live on my own in an apartment next to campus, it’s small but it does the job.” You nod, being surprised by his answer, as you thought he had a girlfriend or boyfriend of some sorts.

You turn back around, laying your eyes on the road. The city lights shined brighter than any day before, illuminating the view infront of you. You felt a hand sneaking it’s way up to your inner thigh, keeping at tight grip on it. You could only chuckle, you knew Chan has been a little needy, so this didn’t come to your surprise. You lean over to whisper something into Chan’s ear: “Does he know what we are up to tonight?” He shook his head, shrugging it off quickly. “So Hyunjin, we have a question for you,” Chan began, “since you supposedly don’t have a partner.” He thinks for a quick second, resuming to his started premise: “We wanted to ask if you maybe would want to.. uh... eat dinner with us?”

You inhaled sharply, Chan can never get to the point, he always has to make it complicated. “What we really wanted ask you is if you wanted to have fun with us two tonight? How does that sound?” Hyunjin swallowed rather loudly, not really knowing what to say, he simply nodded. “I asked you a question and i want to hear an answer; Are you down to fuck?” You stared at him, biting your lip. “Yes... yes i am,” he answered, blushing so hard you can even see it in the dim lights of the car.

“Perfect, anyone hungry?”, Chan awkwardly asked. “You know i’m always hungry.”, you chuckled, “how about MacDonalds?” - “Sounds good”, Hyunjin added, still in a state of shock. “Don’t be so shy babyboy, you’ll enjoy it, if you behave..” you smirked, enjoying his sheep-ish behavior. You turn around to pat his knee, you see him palming himself through his jeans. You quickly look at Chan, asking for allowance to crawl into back of the car. He smiles and nods, turning the rear view mirror into Hyunjin’s direction.

You get up from your seat, climbing over it and letting yourself fall on Hyunjin’s lap. “Someone is really needy, huh?”, You look up to him confidently, “need some help?” Hyunjin couldn’t help but moan as he felt your hand on his crotch, stroking lightly over the thin fabric. “Ask nicely Kitten, Mommy will give it to you..” - “Please Mommy, jerk me off, i’m your needy little Kitten”, he whines, griping the seat for leverage as you unzip his pants and taking his semi-hard cock into your hand.

“He doesn’t disappoint let me tell you..”, you jokingly say to Chan, rubbing your thumb over the tip. You start moving your hand up and down his shaft, pressing your thumb along his veins, making him squirm under your touch. You could already feel him twitch in your hand, knowing he’s close to finishing.

As you work your wonders on his member, you straddle his lap and look at him head on. “You are so beautiful, do you know that babyboy?”, you start kissing his neck, only getting a strained moan from him. You left a few marks on the boy, leaning back and leaning against the seat. “i asked you something love, i want an answer”, you stroke his hair, moving your hand up and down his cock in a steady pace. “I don’t.”, the younger mumbles through his whimper.

You grab his hair, tugging at it to tilt his head to the side, attacking his ear with wet kisses. “I think you should know it Kitten..”, you whisper, “you are gorgeous, do you understand?” He nods as he starts thrusting up into your hand. “Mommy i’m close, can i?”, he looked at you with tears eyes. Smiling at him, you start going faster; “Yes you can babyboy, go ahead.” As soon as you said that, he cums all over you, groaning as you help him ride out his high.

You take your hands of him, sitting down next to him. “I hope you are ready for tonight, i won’t be as nice as i was just now...”, you smirk, looking at Chan, clearing being way to turned on by this. “Don’t worry, i’ll take care of you when we get home.”, you say as you lean onto Hyunjin’s shoulder. You guys were in for a wild night, and you are so ready for it...

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ssm 2k20 day 1: stuck with you Title: us and these walls Rating: M (for sexual content) Disclaimer Day’s Notes: this prompt was selected by my patrons on Patreon and I decided to make it a modern au...a quarantine au lmao so here’s a smutty quarantine au for y’all I hope it’s enjoyable. As a heads up SasoObi is mentioned often throughout the fic and it’s a minor pairing...well it’s Sasori/Obito/Third Kazekage but they’re background. I mostly put them in there for Kitty who made me fall in love with SasoObi lol this is super late but I hadn’t planned on any of my entries to be long and I failed ‘cause this is long. This fic was almost longer than it is.

us and these walls

It started with a couple of White Claws. And it ended with Sakura in the wrong bed and severely under dressed.

Sakura woke up with a start, giving an unattractive snort before clutching her aching head. The throbbing around her eyes delayed her in realizing that there was an arm slung around her waist and something hard poking at her ass.

No, Sakura grumbled inwardly. No no no no.

She already knew exactly who was in bed with her. There was only one person that she had been stuck with for the past two weeks in her cousin Sasori’s house.

Obito, Sasori’s husband, had a younger cousin that she was always grouped up with at family events because he was the closest to her age, only being eight months older than her. Other than sitting next to each other at brunch or at holiday meals, the both of them didn’t really talk much to each other. Not that Sakura didn’t want to.

Sasuke Uchiha just made it so difficult to get to know him as anything other than Obito’s ridiculously hot cousin.

Two weeks ago, Sasori had asked Obito to call Sasuke over to fix the sink in the kitchen. Sakura wasn’t sure what it was exactly that Sasuke did for a living, only that he had remodeled parts of the house before Sakura moved into her cousin’s house and he may or may not have also been the bartender in the blurry photos Ino had sent her one night many weeks ago.

Because Sasori was the way he was, Obito had called Sasuke at eleven at night and for some reason the man had responded and was awake at the time. Instead of letting him go home, Obito begged Sasuke to stay the night in the guest room.

And then the quarantine order was issued.

Somehow, Obito was able to convince Mikoto Uchiha that it was best for Sasuke to remain at his house for the quarantine. Somehow it had worked and of course Sasuke had no choice but to listen to his mother. And somehow the two of them ended up stuck living together alone because Sasori had packed his and Obito’s bags and took off.

Whoever the fuck the man that went by the moniker “Third” was, Sakura had to assume he was loaded. The morning of the second day of quarantine all she had was a note left by her cousin about where he and his husband went off to and three days later there was a post to his Instagram about how he and Obito were living it up by the pool at their boyfriend’s mansion.

It was no wonder Sasori had ditched her. She wasn’t that surprised he had. Sakura felt more betrayed by Obito.

Warm breath fanned against her temple and the arm slung around her waist pulled her in closer. Sakura adjusted herself so Sasuke’s cock nestled between her thighs instead of digging into her behind and Sasuke released a content sigh, curling around her more.

God.

This wasn’t like her. She didn’t have casual sex. Sakura had been suffering from a three year dry spell ever since she had ended her last relationship. Sakura wasn’t the kind to go out and find someone just for the sake of hooking up. She could almost hear Ino and Karin chanting in her head, “One of us. One of us. One of us.”

“Anything we need to do today?” Sasuke mumbled into her hair. Sakura tensed up. She hadn’t noticed that he had been awake.

“We already went shopping yesterday for groceries and the essentials.”

She and Sasuke tried to stock up on everything they needed the day before. They had almost ended up going home with nothing when a middle aged man without a mask on got too close and Sasuke opened up a disinfectant spray they were going to buy and sprayed him in the face.

They had also stopped at the liquor store because nothing said essential like alcohol.

Which is exactly how they ended up in their current predicament.

Sakura wasn’t sure how to take Sasuke’s behavior. He didn’t seem to mind that they had woken up naked and spooning and was even nuzzling her hair. She wasn’t opposed to the bit of affection but she would have preferred it happened when she wasn’t feeling nauseous and had a headache.

“I think I’m gonna be sick,” Sakura mumbled, disentangling herself from Sasuke’s hold and rushing to the hallway bathroom.

She was dry heaving and spitting up bile for all of a few seconds when she felt Sasuke’s presence next to her on the floor. He stroked her hair, pulling it back away from her face until her heaving stopped.

“Thanks for putting pants back on.”

“Yeah. Here.” Sasuke handed her a black shirt that must have been the one he had been wearing the night before. Sakura pulled it over her head and tugged it so it covered her until midway down her thighs.

Sakura was grateful that Sasuke had the mind not to turn the light on in the bathroom; the open bathroom door casted a strip of light from the hallway.

“So…” She opened the conversation, not entirely sure what it was that she was trying to say. She blanked out, not having an actual thought beyond her ass being cold from the tile floor and so she shifted so she was sitting on the fluffy bathroom mat.

“Do we, uh, need to get anything?”

Sakura scrunched up her nose in confusion. She was too hungover for conversation. Sasuke looked at her pointedly, raising a brow and it finally dawned on Sakura what he was getting at.

“Oh, no. No. I’m on the pill.” Sakura averted her gaze, chewing on her lower lip in discomfort. “And I’m clean.”

“Same.”

The both of them sat on the bathroom floor in silence for an awkward amount of time before Sasuke cleared his throat and said he needed to make a call.

Well, this is shit, Sakura groaned inwardly, pulling her knees to her chest and running her hands down her face.

.

.

Sakura kept herself busy with preparing orders for her online store. She was fortunate enough to be self-employed but there was going to be a delay with her orders because the mailman kept missing her scheduled pickups.

“Do you think Sasori would kill me for this?” Sasuke asked her, putting down his drill.

Sakura looked up from her sewing machine and up at the racks Sasuke had made for her bolts of fabric. He wasn’t able to go to any of his jobs and ended up using his free time on small projects in the house. Sasuke had helped her organize everything by creating a proper work studio in the spare room that was originally Obito’s exercise room. Sasuke had moved all of the equipment into the garage.

“Oh, definitely.” Sakura went back to stitching the pair of tulle panties with an embroidered butterfly motif. “But you put a nifty set of cubbies in his mud room.”

Sasuke moved around her to measure for a set of shelves she had wanted.

“You’re making panties?” He raised a brow at Sakura’s current project.

“Yeah they’re a parallel set to that dress.” She pointed at a mannequin with a tulle sundress with the same butterfly motif. “My shop’s name is Naughty & Nice. That’s the nice and this,” she lifted the finished pair of panties, “is the naughty.”

“Those are too cute to be naughty,” Sasuke scoffed.

“Well I also have those.” Sakura pointed to a different mannequin dressed in a custom leather harness.

“Huh.”

“Yup.”

That was how the past two weeks had gone. Sakura would work and Sasuke would exercise or keep busy making improvements to Sasori’s house. Sometimes Sakura would find him playing video games, speaking to his friends over his headset.

Sasuke had to break his lease with his landlord. It was the loudest Sakura had heard him as he argued with the man about granting him an extension to pay his rent the following month. It hadn’t sounded good and the man couldn’t be reasoned with.

Unfortunately for Sasuke, his parents thought it would be better if he continued to stay at his cousin’s house. Due to the kind of jobs his parents had—police captain and nurse—they thought it would be safer for Sasuke to stick to the house where the only other occupant didn’t leave unless she absolutely needed to.

Sasuke had placed a majority of his belongings in storage and brought over his cat and anything he thought he would need and the guest bedroom became his.

At some point Sakura became curious about his finances. He had no job that she knew of that he could do from home, but he still had money for all of the takeout that he had been ordering until Sakura had put an end to it and told him that she would cook enough for the both of them as long as he helped provide the groceries. She was used to cooking for three anyway and Sasuke ate enough to make up for Sasori and Obito.

They were the only two occupants of the house and had to work around each other. It forced them to communicate beyond the uncomfortable small talk they were accustomed to.

Sakura found it easier to carry discussions without the presence of their family members, especially that of Mikoto Uchiha who always gave her soft yet sly smiles whenever she stood or sat closely to Sasuke. It was a calculative expression she was used to seeing on her older cousin whenever he wanted something and knew he was going to get it.

As much as she wouldn’t have minded to get to know Sasuke better, Sakura was sure that whatever his mother wanted to happen wasn’t what Sasuke wanted. They had worked well together and cohabitated amicably, but the closest they got to anything beyond that was a drunken tryst that she wasn’t even sure was going to be repeated sober.

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He fucked up. He had fucked up.

It started with simple boredom. Sasuke had been stuck living with his cousin’s husband’s pretty cousin because Sasori couldn’t be bothered staying in his own house during a quarantine and had blackmailed Sasuke into playing babysitter.

They had been watching a marathon of slasher films and decided on turning it into a drinking game. Sakura curled up on the small extension of the L shaped couch with her pack of White Claws and Sasuke laid out on the other end with a pack of Ithacas. Somehow that had ended up with Sasuke joining Sakura on the extension and his fingers curled inside of her panties, stroking her as she clutched onto his arm and released high pitched cries of joy.

He’s not sure how they got to a bed, but he wouldn’t doubt it if he had just thrown her tiny body over his shoulder and carried her to the guest room that had become his temporary room.

That wasn’t how Sasuke had planned on dealing with Sakura and his ridiculous crush on her that wouldn’t go away.

It hadn’t taken much convincing for him to come fix the kitchen sink in the middle of the night. Besides Sasori blackmailing him because of his OnlyFans account, Obito had sweetened the deal by mentioning that if he stayed over he would be fed a free breakfast. Obito was a mediocre cook but free was free and he would be able to spend some time in Sakura’s company without his mother hovering with her knowing smiles.

He hadn’t expected to wake up to the smell of something cooking and walking into the kitchen to find Sakura wearing nothing but a baggy cream colored button down cable knit cardigan that hit mid thigh and a pair of black thigh high socks.

Sakura hadn’t expected him either. She had thought she was home alone because of a note from Sasori explaining that he and Obito had taken off to their boyfriend’s place. Sakura had called Sasori immediately for answers, but he didn’t pick up his phone.

At least, that’s what her flushed face and drawn down brows made it seem like. He hadn’t been paying attention to the phone calls she was trying to make but to the curve of her pert breasts that peeked from the v-cut of her cardigan. Sakura hadn’t been wearing a bra and he just wanted to drag his tongue up her sternum.

He was distracted from those dangerous thoughts when he received a phone call from his mother about the quarantine orders and how Obito had already told her that Sasuke was staying at his house. Sasuke didn’t have much room for an argument, especially considering his landlord Kakuzu wouldn’t give him an extension for his rent and Sasuke had had enough and broke his lease.

He cursed Kiba for moving out to live with the blondie he had been dating for the past few months and had only made it official a month ago. Kiba had been mostly staying over there and using Sasuke’s and his place for storage so it had made sense for him to officially move in but that had left Sasuke with paying the full rent on his own because he refused to move.

That decision was biting him in the ass now that he couldn’t bartend or go do some jobs as a contractor. He was heavily relying on his not safe for work accounts where he posted nudes for pay.

And speaking of not being safe for work…

It was three days after the drunken bedroom incident and Sakura needed help taking photographs for her online shop.

When Sakura had told him what she did for work he had been impressed that she had owned her own business and at how talented she was. When she told him that usually Sasori modeled her prototypes and she took the photos for her site, he was slightly disturbed. Looking at Sakura wearing her dresses and her lingerie, he couldn’t imagine Sasori wearing the same things and it looking as well as it did on her.

There may be some bias though. He was actually attracted to Sakura and he and Sasori were more enemies than they were friends and unfortunately related because Sasori was married to Obito.

“Move your arm back like this,” Sasuke instructed Sakura as she posed in a tulle panty and bra set that left nothing to the imagination. The butterfly patterns tastefully covered her nipples but didn’t do much to completely hide the small, pink thatch of hair between her thighs.

He was supposed to be focusing on showing off the lingerie to advantage, but his eyes kept drifting to the small bruises scattered on Sakura’s inner thighs and the red blooms of kiss marks that made her body look well loved.

“I can edit those out,” Sakura remarked shyly when she noticed where his gaze was directed. “I do it for Sasori for my site. He prefers keeping them though for his personal collection of photos.”

“I didn’t need to know that about Sasori.”

Sakura laughed at his discomfort and took her camera back from him. “Thanks again for the help.”

“Any time,” Sasuke muttered, watching her walk through the living room and down the hall to her bedroom.

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Sasuke had the terrible━wonderful━habit of going without a shirt and exposing his tattoos when he was stuck inside all day.

It had been barely five days since their drunken mistake and the hickeys all over her body and bruises on her inner thighs and hips from the rough pounding she must have taken had yet to completely heal. Which also meant that the scratch marks on Sasuke’s shoulder blades, the hickeys all over his neck, and the bite mark on his left shoulder were still visible as well.

They hadn’t discussed what had happened. They spent the first day in an awkward state of avoidance and kept to their respective areas in the house. The second day had them going back to normal and just silently agreeing not to mention it.

But the curiosity was there now. It was there when they shared meals. It was there when he walked in from the garage after working out. It was there when he lazily strummed his guitar aimlessly. It was there when she finished her yoga routine and he was waiting to use the living room to watch or play Call of Duty.

It was there when they sat around reading in the living room and drinking tea. It was there when he made sure she took proper breaks instead of keeping herself hunched over her sewing and embroidery machines. It was there when she randomly heard his drill or hammer or the dragging of planks of wood and other materials into the house when he found something to fix or improve.

The curiosity became a yearning when she found him laid out on the couch, watching some aquarium building show. Sasuke just looked so cozy and she just wanted to curl up with him. Or straddle him.

Straddling him was definitely a favorable option.

Sasuke was immediately on alert, body stiffening under Sakura as she settled herself over him, straddling his hips. His hands slid across the sides of her bare thighs and over her small cotton shorts, until he gripped her hips through her thick oversized pullover.

He watched her warily as she pressed her hands on his stomach. His abdominal muscles twitched under her fingers as she slid her hands up his stomach.

“I was thinking…” Sakura’s cheeks heated up as Sasuke’s hands slid under her sweater and he took hold of her waist, his thumbs massaging circles on her skin. “Do you want to try it sober?”

Sasuke sat up faster than Sakura had expected him to move. In lieu of an answer to her question, he gripped the back of her neck, fisting her hair still damp from her shower, and pulled her closer to slant his mouth over hers.

There had been heated stares and what Sakura had hoped were looks of longing. Here was proof that she had been right.

Sakura sighed contently as Sasuke palmed her breasts, squeezing and fondling her with his large hands. Pulling back for air, Sasuke laid his forehead on hers, looking her directly in the eye as he continued to massage her flesh and tug at her nipples and roll them under his thumbs.

“You sure about this?”

“Absolutely.” Sakura cradled the back of his neck with both of her hands and pulled his mouth back to hers. Using her hold as an anchor, she fell back slowly, guiding Sasuke to follow her and nestle in the cradle of her thighs.

Sasuke pulled back, giving Sakura room to remove her sweater. It had barely been tossed aside when he returned to her, pressing kisses to her stomach and trailing his mouth up to her breasts, sucking on the underside of them before rolling her nipples with his tongue.

While Sasuke laved at her nipples and sucked on the flesh of her pert breasts, he worked on sliding her shorts off. When he didn’t find anything under them except for skin he looked up at her, head cocked quizzically.

“I planned to be out of them so why bother putting on undergarments?”

“Next time,” Sasuke pressed a kiss to her knee and then the other, “let me take them off.”

“Next time,” Sakura’s breath hitched as he gave her clit a flick of his tongue, “huh?”

The look Sasuke gave her was all heat as he sucked one of her nether lips into his mouth before working her with his tongue. Sakura sank her fingers into his thick, black hair and wondered if he had done this for her the other night. If he had it was a shame she couldn’t recall it or had a heads up to just how wonderful Sasuke’s tongue was. Her fingers tightened their hold on his hair, keeping him in place as her thighs trembled around his head. She cried out, high and sharp, when Sasuke pressed deeper into her, his tongue working harder as he alternated between strokes and suckling on her hardened little nub as if it was his reason for existing.

Sakura’s ankles locked behind Sasuke’s shoulders as her hips grinded against his mouth to chase the wave of her orgasm. With a keening cry she collapsed back onto the couch, her chest heaving from exertion. As she tried to control her breathing, Sasuke made his way back up her body, pressing kisses and nips to every bit of skin he could. Humming with satisfaction, she cupped his face in her hands and pulled him back up so she could kiss him hard, tasting herself as she rolled her tongue against his.

“Take off your pants,” Sakura panted, sliding her hands down to the waistband of Sasuke’s sweatpants.

Sasuke shook his head and licked up her sternum with one sure lick, pressing his tongue hard between her breasts. “Turn around.”

His voice was a low rumble, vibrating against her breastbone, and causing a shiver to run down her spine. He used a hand to guide her to turning around until she was stomach down on the couch. With her back exposed to him, Sasuke pressed open mouth kisses down her spine. She flinched when he reached the center of her back, the spot surprisingly sensitive. He palmed her ass with both hands, massaging the cheeks before biting down on a fleshy area.

“Hey!” Sakura squealed at the sensation. He chuckled against her, sliding a hand between her thighs to where she was softest.

“I think you liked that.” He stroked her with his fingers, spreading her folds and dipping his middle and ring fingers inside of her. “I know you liked that.”

“Hmm, maybe I did.” Sakura pressed her cheek to the couch cushion and lifted her rump higher in the air and rocked her hips from side to side teasingly.

Sasuke sat up on his knees and grabbed her by the hips, pulling her closer to him. He pressed his hips against her and rocked back and forth, his clothed, hardened length digging against her core. Sakura moaned softly against the couch cushion as Sasuke grinded against her in alternating rhythms.

“Just put it in already,” Sakura pleaded.

“Fuck,” Sasuke hissed as she rocked back against him. “Do you want me to go get a condom? I think Obito has some in the master bedroom.”

“Don’t bother,” Sakura panted. “Don’t make me wait.”

“Alright.”

Sasuke stood up and pulled his sweatpants and boxers off. He helped her turn back around and settled himself between her legs. Bracing himself on one forearm, Sasuke licked his fingers and rubbed the tip of his cock before taking himself in hand and gave himself four quick pumps before guiding himself inside of her wet heat.

Sakura moaned at the fullness as he stretched her pleasantly. She cupped his face in her hands once again and kissed him wherever she could reach with her mouth—his chin, the corner of his mouth, his upper lip. She hadn’t realized how empty and aching she was feeling until this moment.

“You good?” Sasuke asked, keeping still but adjusting her legs around his hips for her comfort.

Sakura nodded, wrapping her arms under his armpits and clutched his shoulders. She tilted her hips up and rolled them until he began to thrust.

She didn’t know if this was how they did it the other night, but she was enjoying it. Sakura expected him to grope at her breasts and her ass as he pounded into her, but Sasuke kept to a steady pace and with his forearms caging her head, he wrapped her hair around his fingers and kissed her languidly. It was so warm and affectionate she almost forgot that it started as her just wanting a fuck on the couch to figure out if it was as good as she had thought it would be and to make up for being robbed of the experience by her inebriation.

“Harder,” Sakura demanded and without missing a beat Sasuke gave her exactly what she asked for.

He sat up on his knees and lifted her legs straight up so that her ankles crossed behind his head and he thrust harder, holding onto her knees to keep her in place. One of his legs slipped onto the ground so that he could brace himself with his foot and make sure they didn’t fall off the couch.

“You feel so good,” he praised her, kissing her left inner ankle.

“Yeah?” Sakura smiled mischievously up at him and squeezed the muscles of her core, causing Sasuke to falter in his movements. She giggled at his expense but choked on air when he readjusted his footing and thrust particularly hard into her.

Sasuke pushed her knees up into her chest and held her there as he set a punishing pace, hitting her repeatedly in a spot she liked. Her staccato cries of joy filled the room, drowning out the sound of the television.

She fell apart again and Sasuke slowed down his thrusting in favor of feeling her flutter around him and kissing her lazily. They lay like that, him still inside of her, and they exchanged kisses.

“Your turn,” Sakura murmured against his mouth as he stroked her side, brushing her ribs with his knuckles.

“Flip over,” Sasuke ordered, voice low and causing her stomach to clench in anticipation. Settling behind her, Sasuke chased his finish, his chest pressed to her back and panting in her ear.

They both collapsed on the couch and Sasuke turned on his side so that he could pull Sakura against him. They lay in a boneless sort of manner and sated, intertwining their legs and their bodies slick with sweat.

After a moment of silence, Sakura spoke up.

“Well that was definitely better sober.”

Sasuke snorted, his silent laughter rumbling in his chest and vibrating against Sakura’s back.

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He was supposed to be getting some water. Somehow a trip for water turned into him making out with Sakura. She was seated on the kitchen island and he stood between her legs, one hand pressed to the small of her back and the other cradling her face.

“I’m supposed to be making dinner,” she whined but made no move to pull away. She gasped when Sasuke slid his hand between her thighs.

“We can order pizza.”

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She couldn’t remember what her question was. Not with the way Sasuke moved underneath her, breaking her rhythm and holding her hips down to meet his every thrust. He had her crying out and collapsing onto him, weak to his relentless pounding.

Sakura panted, struggling to catch her breath after they both came, as Sasuke rubbed her back soothingly.

“Yeah, I’ll change the bulb in the hallway closet.”

That was the question? Sakura frowned against Sasuke’s clavicle. Well, alright then.

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“Shut up!”

Sakura hid her face in her hands, trapping the heat radiating off of it with her palms.

“Tell us everything,” Ino insisted. Karin nodded vigorously in agreement from her window on Sakura’s monitor.

The three of them were using Zoom to video chat and it was supposed to be wine and movie night, but it had instead turned into a gossip session now that Sakura admitted to them that her three year dry spell had ended during the quarantine.

“We keep fucking,” Sakura whined, pulling her knees up to her chest and falling sideways on her bed. “He’s like the fucking energizer bunny: just keeps going and going.”

Karin snorted, earning herself a glare from Sakura. “How is that a bad thing?”

“It’s not.” Sakura chewed on her lower lip. “We hang out and do other stuff too.”

“Like what?” Ino asked, blowing on her nails. She had taken out her nail polish and had given herself a pedicure as she waited for Karin to pick their movie and their change in plans hadn’t stopped her from continuing.

“We watch movies and take care of Obito’s garden and his plants. I’m teaching him how to cook.” Sakura sighed and groaned softly under her breath, “We take naps together and just...cuddle.”

Besides sex being added to the list of their activities, the only change to their cohabitation was that sometimes they curled up in Sasuke’s bed just to sleep together or hold each other as they lay in the comfort of the blankets. It sometimes led to sex, but that wasn’t the goal. They simply liked being together and exchanging kisses between the sheets and listening to music.

It was sometimes more enjoyable than when he was making her come like a train. Sometimes. Alright, always. Coming was nice but she had a drawer of toys for that. She couldn’t cuddle and joke with her vibrator.

“Now that you’re boning him,” Karin smirked at her, “do you think you can introduce me to his older brother?”

The three of them burst into laughter, Sakura burying her face into her pillow to drown out the sound.

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When Sasuke had remodeled Sasori’s master bathroom, he had found a bath to install that would fit his cousin’s tall frame perfectly inside. It was for that reason he knew he and Sakura could both fit comfortably, considering he and Obito were the same height.

“This is nice,” Sakura sighed, settling between his legs and resting her back against his chest. “I thought Sasori had locked his bedroom before leaving to Third’s.”

Sasori had in fact locked his bedroom, but Sasuke had picked the lock so that he could use the master bedroom for the setting of his photos for his OnlyFans. Sasuke had money to make and he needed privacy and also didn’t want to get into Sakura’s way while she worked and took care of the house.

Things had been good so far between the two of them. They hadn’t discussed what they were doing, but Sasuke was enjoying being trapped in the house with Sakura. Her affection for him even traveled outside the walls of Sasori’s house. She would hold his hands as they walked down aisles when they went shopping for things they couldn’t order or when they went for walks around the neighborhood.

Now they were taking a bath together. Sasuke had used the large bathtub for some photos, carefully placing bubbles to cover his penis, but then making them dissipate with a flap of his hand to take uncensored shots for his Patreon tiers that involved full nudity.

It was as the water cooled and the bubbles became flat that he thought about Sakura and if she would want to relax with him.

When he suggested a bath to Sakura, her eyes lit up and she found all of the candles in the house, played some soft music, and prepared the bath with scented oils and bubbles.

“This has got to be a fire hazard.” Sasuke gestured around the room at all of the candles. Their flames reflected against the tiles of the bathroom, creating a nice ambience.

“Shhhh.” Sakura kissed the inside of his wrist, and snuggled into him more. “Don’t be a killjoy.”

Sasuke leaned back and closed his eyes. This would probably be a little better if I were high, he sighed inwardly. He should have rolled a joint before they got into the bath.

“Would this be considered a date?” Sakura asked, breaking the comfortable silence between them.

“Some people would consider it a date. I would rather be clothed during most of a date.”

“I don’t mind,” Sakura chirped. “You’re exactly how I would want you to end up anyway.”

Heat that had nothing to do with the bath traveled up the back of Sasuke’s neck and settled in his ears.

“If the world wasn’t so fucked up right now, where would you wanna go?”

“Hmm…” Sakura hummed one thought, her knees swaying from side to side. “For a walk in Old Town to get some ice cream. Maybe check out the hibachi spot and then watch the boats on the river.”

“I don’t even like ice cream and that sounds good. Just to be outside.”

Two months had passed since the quarantine had begun and Sasuke was beginning to feel restless. He didn’t usually care about going out, only really went out for work, but now that he was forced to stay inside all day, every day, he just wanted to go out and do something.

After the quarantine was over, he and Sakura were going to need to take a road trip just to feel normal again.

“My friend Karin got tested and her results were negative so she’s going to come over and give me a haircut.” Sakura tugged at the ends of her long hair. “I procrastinated getting one and then everything was shut down.”

Sasuke huffed air out of his mouth and blew at his bangs. They had grown long enough to fall to his chin. “You think she’d mind giving me a haircut too?”

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Sakura couldn’t stop giggling. She rubbed the back of Sasuke’s head, right at the nape where Karin had shaved his hair so it was a close crop. She had buzzed him into an undercut before Sakura and Sasuke could say anything about it.

“I just needed a trim.” Sasuke scowled. Karin had done a really good job and the hairstyle looked great on him, but Sasuke had only wanted to take care of his unruly bangs. “If I put my glasses on, I’ll look like a wannabe Skrillex.”

Sakura snorted, curling up in his lap. “His undercut is on the side like Karin’s. Yours is on the back.”

“Whatever. Don’t you dare give her my brother’s phone number.” Sasuke ran his fingers through Sakura’s new bob cut and kissed her forehead. “Anything you wanna do before bedtime?”

For the past few weeks they had tried to make sure they were preoccupied so that they wouldn’t get bored. Sakura was still attempting to teach him to cook but she has better results teaching him yoga.

“We could have a Lord of the Rings marathon?” Sakura wrinkled her nose in thought. “I can work on some crochet crop tops while we watch.”

They had settled into a comfortable, domestic routine. Sakura was enjoying living with Sasuke and didn’t care about Sasori and Obito having ditched her. She was kind of glad they did. She was especially glad for it the week before when Sasuke made her ginger and honey tea and always had a hot water bottle ready for her when the cramps got really bad. Sasori had the weird idea to feed her liver whenever she was on her period. He never cooked it, always handing it to her raw.

It was nice living with Sasuke. Sakura wasn’t looking forward to when Sasori and Obito returned and ruined the tranquility they had.

She prayed things wouldn’t change when they were around other people. That they wouldn’t go back to how they used to be when they sat awkwardly next to each other at holidays.

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Usually a morning person, Sakura was always first to wake up out of the both of them.

She woke to the feeling of him pressed against her back, erection settling against her ass and warm breath puffing against her nape. His arm wrapped around her body and held to her chest as her fingers were laced with his.

“Sasuke.” Sakura attempted to separate their limbs. “Sasuke. We fell asleep on the couch again.”

Sasori’s couch was ridiculously comfortable and with the wide extension sticking out to make its L shape, Sakura found herself falling asleep on it often. During the quarantine she always lay there when watching TV or movies which was pretty typical from pre-quarantine life, but now instead of selfishly taking up the best spot, she was sharing it with Sasuke who was surprisingly cuddly.

“Sasuke,” Sakura whined. The more she tried to pull away, the more he clung to her. She disentangled their legs and he bit down softly on the back of her neck. “I have morning breath and, dude, I definitely need a shower…”

“Like I care.”

Sasuke was talented at distracting her. One moment she wanted to get ready for the day and in the next all she wanted was to roll around in bed all day. Sakura made no protest when Sasuke helped her remove one of the shirts she kept stealing from him and pulled off her sweatpants and tugged her panties off. Thanks to Sasuke, she was spending an incredible amount of time naked on Sasori’s couch.

“I was supposed to,” Sakura’s breath hitched when Sasuke bit the inside of her left thigh, “be making breakfast.”

“This is preferable,” he murmured against her folds, burying his face between her legs.

During the weeks of their cohabitation, Sakura had discovered that Sasuke liked going down on her more than he enjoyed when she returned the favor. He apparently liked to take advantage of the fact that she could have more than one orgasm in a single round of sex and even though getting blown was nice, he didn’t like the recovery time or how sensitive he became afterward.

Sasuke was in the middle of getting her to the first orgasm he wanted to give her when the front door opened. Not that Sasuke or Sakura had noticed.

“Oh my God,” Sakura sighed breathily, sinking her fingers into Sasuke’s hair.

“Oh my God!” Obito cried out, snapping Sakura out of her pleasure induced daze.

“My couch!” Sasori hissed, eyes narrowed in distaste.

Sakura sat up, almost kicking Sasuke in the face, and saw both her cousin and his husband and a giant man almost half a foot taller than Obito on the other side of the couch.

“Oh my God,” Sakura moaned softly in horror, grabbing the throw she kept on the couch and wrapping it around her body. Sasuke straightened himself and took a seat next to her, bare as the day he was born, cock hard and hair mussed, with a shiny smear on his chin from the activity that had just been interrupted.

“Holy shit, Shisui was right.” Obito stared in awe at Sasuke’s crotch, only snapping his attention away when Sasori slapped his arm and shot him a look of disgust. “What? I thought he was exaggerating how big it was. Oh, fuck. I owe him one-fifty now.”

Sasori rolled his eyes and made his way to the kitchen, calling out behind him, “Please tell me you mean a dollar and change.”

Obito rubbed the back of his neck nervously. “No. Hundred fifty.”

“Hello.” The giant man waved at Sasuke and Sakura, flashing them what in a normal situation would have been a charming smile if it weren’t for the severe lack of clothing and what he had walked in on. “I’m Third, It’s a pleasure to meet you.” He held out his hand. He put it down as soon as he realized they weren’t going to shake his hand. “We came over because Obito has been raving about your cinnamon chip scones and Sasori said that you could teach me to make them for him.”

“You could have called first,” Sasuke drawled, bending over at the waist to reach for his sweatpants and boxer briefs.

“You could have not been fucking on my couch!” Sasori’s voice carried in from the kitchen, followed by the slamming of cupboard doors.

Sakura rolled her eyes and stood up, careful to keep the throw wrapped around her body. Leave it to her to be caught by her cousin, his husband, and their boyfriend getting eaten out in the early morning in the middle of the living room.

“Come back in one hour and I’ll teach you how to bake anything you want,” She told Third, craning her neck to be able to look him directly in the eye. “But you gotta take them with you.”

“Anything?”

“Anything.”

Much faster than she expected someone of such great bulk to move, Third was escorting Sasori and Obito━who had already found her homemade yogurt and was eating it━out of the house.

“Are you really going to be teaching their boyfriend to bake?” Sasuke asked, yanking his pants up and following her as she walked to her bedroom. Sakura snorted and shook her head.

“I can teach him over FaceTime. We’re changing the fucking locks.”

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Day’s Notes: There’s a high chance I may revisit this AU because I used some AU ideas of mine and mashed them up to make this fic and I’m very attached to my OnlyFans Sasuke AU. I have so much to write for it.