#they both feel the need to take the extreme lengths when shin just wants to stay in for the night. slow dance in the front room and eat

[dangaer]

thinking a lot about in a world where toma might be considered "i would kill for you" and heroine might be labelled "i would die for you", shin stands wholeheartedly in the: would you live for me? in turn

[msnanu]

Libertine 07 | JJK

Libertines put value on physical pleasures, meaning those experienced through the senses.

❧ Series Masterlist ❧

⏤summary ❧ He has a reputation for being the most promiscuous man on campus, and you, well, you are basically him in women’s pants. It will be the very first time that Jungkook is faced with someone who is gonna make him question his feelings and actions.

⏤𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 ❧ f*boy jungkook x f*girl female reader

⏤𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘳𝘦 ❧ some fluff, smut, mild angst, teasing and lots of sexual tension.

⏤𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 ��� mature language, NSFW🔞

❧ banner by: @dojakoo ❧

Jungkook was still holding you by the waist. He looked at you confused. “What?” 

“Take-me-to-your-place.” You said slowly, emphasizing each word.

The look on your face was enough for Jungkook to understand what you were really asking for.

The two of you looked like two teenagers just hitting puberty, the speed with which you walked to the car, desperate to hit something. The silence between you indicated the rush you were in, you didn't want to talk, you didn't want small talk, you just wanted to solve all that lust.

In the car, Jungkook struggled to take the shortest route home.

His breathing was uneven. He didn’t dare look at you, he didn’t trust himself. He could hear you giggling beside him, as if you were enjoying his haste and condition.

As soon as Jungkook pulled into his driveway, you both quickened your pace to the door, as if the anticipation would kill you at any moment.

On his first step into the house, you threw yourself into his arms. Your hands went straight to his hair, while his tried to hold you by the waist. Your hungry lips attacked him unceremoniously. You pulled him close, walking backwards.

Jungkook knew it was his job to take you upstairs, but the intensity with which you were attacking him was such that he could barely walk straight.

Quickly you lowered your hands to the hem of the shirt he was wearing.

"Hey! Hey baby, let's go upstairs." He said as he tried to control your hands.

Jungkook didn't want you there, he wanted you in his bed.

Baby? You grimaced and turned your attention to his hair.

Jungkook struggled to turn you over and make you walk without touching him, although he was desperate to feel your hands on his body as soon as possible. Behind you he squeezed your waist and planted small kisses on your shoulders. The way up the stairs was tumultuous but you seemed to enjoy all that despair.

Inside the room, you reached for the underside of Jungkook's shirt, carelessly peeling it off.

Fuck. You really couldn’t get enough of this man. He looked like a freaking sculpture.

Your eyes roamed across his chest to the bottom of his abdomen. You looked delighted and Jungkook’s ego couldn’t be bigger right now, your slender fingers tracing every detail, making him shiver.

Before you could reach for his zipper, Jungkook pulled you closer and effortlessly pushed you onto your back on the bed. Loud female laughter filled the room making him cheekily smile. Jungkook climbed up on the bed right away, starting his kisses on your shin.

Gently, Jungkook began to slow the pace you were at. His kisses were extremely slow and lingering, his hand caressed the entire length of your leg, feeling its softness. And as much as you enjoyed his hands caressing every part of your body, you were desperate for him. You needed more.

When he reached your waist, he carefully searched for the side zipper of the skirt you were wearing.

“You're gonna kill me at that pace.” You claimed, taking a deep breath.

Jungkook chuckled slowly pulling your skirt down. He enjoyed so much seeing you lose control of yourself. And it was all because of him.

Back to his ministrations, stroking your thighs, Jungkook planted kisses inside it. Seeing that you sighed deeply, he lingered in that region. The skin on your body was so soft, so sensitive to the touch, he was almost angry at himself because he couldn't enjoy any of it that day at the library. But now, there you were, his completely, from head to toe.

Carefully, he pulled your panties down, letting it slide over your legs.

Without Jungkook having to say or do anything, you spread your legs, making room for him to fit in perfectly.

Jungkook propped himself up on the mattress, holding each of your legs at his sides.

Deliberately, he took a tortuous path for you to your intimacy. As his lips approached the area that was begging to be touched, his hot breath trailed across his thigh and groin.

What’s this kind of sorcery he’s been putting on you and your body? Why does his touch feel so good and so right? Why is your body reacting differently to him than to the others? This doesn’t make any sense.

Your breathing was loud and exaggerated, with your head sunk into the mattress you couldn't stand the wait.

He thought about using his fingers, but he needed to taste you first. Starting slowly, his tongue started exploring your exposed wet flesh. When you felt his mouth finally touching you, you breathed a sigh of relief, your head stilled even more, and your eyes snapped shut.

You ran a hand through his hair, trying to guide him up, but he refused at first. He knew where you wanted him to touch you, but he would make you wait for it. You really needed to learn some patience.

As Jungkook's movements sped up and became more precise, your voice became more audible and your body more restless. Your hands were now reaching for the sheets, squeezing them tightly.

“J-Jungkook.” You pleaded with a shaky voice.

He fought the urge to lift his face just to see you like that. His cock was so hard just of hearing the sinful sounds coming out of your dirty mouth.

Feeling that your legs at his sides were struggling to keep open, and your moans were now uncontrollable, Jungkook slightly lifted his tongue, bringing it to the red, swollen spot. Oscillating between light snacks and hickeys, he took the time to pay special attention to that area.

Your back was arched, for the first time your eyes were open, staring with difficulty at the precious scene of Jeon Jungkook going down on you. The feeling of anticipation didn't let you last much longer than you wanted. Your body was begging for it since that library day, it was obvious you wouldn't be able to handle much longer.

Jungkook kept sucking on your clit again and again, his tongue flicking against it rapidly causing your legs to quake. Your hands were now holding him in that position, and your mouth was uttering the worst kinds of curses along with a symphony of moans.

Two of his fingers sneaked into your cunt, twisting and curling into every blissfully sinful spot you could imagine. His movements with his fingers were slow and deliberate as he curled them up into your g-spot while his tongue continued to expertly work your throbbing clit.

Your bundle of nerves was overly sensitive; the more you tried to push away from him, the tighter his grip on your hip became.

"You're doing so well, baby. Stay still. I know you can take it, Baby girl," he soothed you before returning his mouth back to your clit.

Fuck. He is gonna be the death of you.

He then added a third finger into you, stretching out your quivering walls. The rapid contracting of your walls signaled that you were close to your orgasm. He started to pump his fingers faster, curling them upwards into your g-spot, driving you over the edge into your first orgasm. Your legs trembled while he eagerly lapped up the liquids from you and gave your pussy another long and slow lick.

“Oh, my.” You mumbled as you laid there in complete ecstasy. Your hand caressed your own body, while a small smile formed on your lips. Your sighs were heavy, but the feeling was relaxed.

Slowly, Jungkook moved to meet your mouth, kissing you softly as you tasted yourself on his lips.

“You seem... relaxed.” He joked.

“You think that’s funny? You will regret this.” You said jokingly, biting your lip.

Motivated, you tried to get out of bed to switch positions with Jungkook, but he promptly stopped you.

“What?” You were confused.

Kissing you again, Jungkook slowly lifted your blouse, pulling it off. “You don't have to. I want you right now.”

You looked him up and down, not entirely convinced.

It was true, Jungkook was delighted to feel your tongue on his throbbing cock, but he felt even more that he might die if he wasn't inside you right now. Your taste, your touch, your body, he couldn't think of anything else. 

Standing up, before taking off his own pants he stopped to watch you. He had never seen you fully naked. To his eyes, you didn’t have any single flaw, you were absolutely divine.

“Like what you see?” You teased him.

“Yeah. Very much.”

Slipping out of his pants, Jungkook searched his nightstand for a condom and then laid down on top of you again. He didn't want to waste another minute.

He followed a new path of kisses, this time from your belly, through your breasts to your neck. On the breasts, he took a little time to nibble and moisten them. He saw you gasp in pleasure.

He was good. So good.

Gently, Jungkook filled you, and he couldn't tell what had changed since the library day, but there, in his bed, everything felt better, amplified. He wished he had started his movements lighter, but he just couldn't help himself.

His movements increased in intensity, and you began to dig your nails into his back. If you didn't have short fingernails, Jungkook could have sworn you'd be making him raw.

The lewd sound of his hip bumping against yours encouraged him even more. Your face was a mixture of pleasure and agony, your gaping mouth cursing him with several names while your legs were instinctively opening even wider to receive him.

Leaning down to kiss you, he whispered. “God. You're so fucking beautiful.”

You felt a tickling sensation in your stomach immediately and you were about to tell him to stop saying that, but you couldn’t even formulate a word. When you tried to answer, another thrust made you moan louder.

More and more the impact between the two became more violent.

Jungkook pulled back slightly to lift one of your legs to his shoulder, allowing him to go deeper. Feeling the pressure, you swallowed hard as you gasped. He could feel he was cumming there, his body was rigid, the wet noise caused by the body shock was making him delirious.

In his last thrusts, Jungkook let his body rest on yours, your hands went to his arms, scratching them. He was feeling weak, his body started to shake a little, feeling some spasms.

A high-pitched moan escaped from your lips.

“Fuck, Y/N.” He groaned.

Just as he finished, he felt you tighten around him as you came for the second time, making him tremble. Even though he was using a condom, the hot, wet sensation made him groan. Making him imagine how amazing it would feel to fuck you raw.

Jungkook laid down beside you, panting, trying to steady himself. He didn't understand what was so different about sex with you from other girls. It was just better, more right. Once again, he found himself thinking it wasn't supposed to be that good.

Now, your scent permeated his sweaty body, while his scratched back ached as he shifted on the mattress. 

You were all over him. Mind, body, soul, in every possible way.

He looked to the side to see you staring at the ceiling with a more peaceful breath than his. You had a slight uncomfortable look on your face.

“You okay?” He worried.

You smiled at him fondly while nodding and made to get up.

As you sat up in bed, Jungkook's hands slid down your bare back to the top of your waist. He was really mesmerized by the sight before him. Your hair was down and down halfway down your back, adding even more beauty to your being. Your silhouette drawn against his sheet was breathtaking.

He just couldn't believe that you were in his bed, even after he'd been piously convinced that one day you would.

You held the sheet over your collar as you turned to face him.

"I'm starving." You said quietly, holding back a laugh.

One of Jungkook's hands stroked your waist as he smiled at you. “I think Hyun might have something for you.”

You frowned. “Who’s Hyun?”

“On paper she's my housekeeper, but it's like part of the family.”

“You have a housekeeper? What the actual fuck?”

He didn't know if you were serious or just mocking him.

“Well... uhm... My dad's stuff. He would never leave me alone. I think he's afraid I'll turn into a tramp.”

You laughed watching him try to explain himself.

The mood was divine.

“What a spoiled baby you are.” You said, pouting.

“What, are you going to say you're not too?” He tried to divert the conversation.

“Of course, I am. My mom has always done everything to secure my future, but we don't have a housekeeper.” You mocked the last part.

Jungkook smiled seeing you tease him. It was a great start to the afternoon.

"I'll leave you without food if you keep going..."

"Oh, God, no. I might turn into a monster. You really don’t wanna mess with me when I’m hungry" You cried.

You got up quickly, getting out of the sheets and looking for your clothes on the floor.

Jungkook felt a very strange sense of satisfaction. It wasn't something he was unaccustomed to feeling, usually every time a girl came to his bed, he felt this good, but there was something about you that made him feel extra good about himself.

Perhaps it was the power you wielded. You weren’t a girl who would likely humiliate herself to be with him again. You would never stoop to him; it was something he could sense through your actions.

You were too good for him. And he hated knowing that.

Jungkook watched you put on your panties as you hunted your skirt across the floor.

“You should go like this; looks good on you.” He smirked at you.

You stopped while staring at him and stuck out your tongue making him laugh, “Can you hurry up, please?” You said, throwing a tantrum.

Jungkook struggled to get up and put on decent clothes. If it were for him, the two of you could stay in bed until the next day.

He watched as you put on the shirt he was wearing earlier. In a normal situation Jungkook would find you extremely attractive, but instantly the memory of you wearing a Jimin’s t-shirt came to his mind, and he just couldn't feel a thing.

Jungkook made an effort to hide his displeasure.

Down the stairs, Jungkook saw Hyun's back in the kitchen cleaning the counter. The only thing he hoped was that she wouldn't make comments like Mrs. Yoon had.

“Hyun, morning.” He started as you both approached the kitchen. You were surprised to hear the informality to which Jungkook addressed her, she really must be like family to him.

The woman turned slowly and pondered when she saw the female figure in front of her "boss".

"Good morning, Mr. Jeon." Hyun responded by nodding. “And…” She waited for you to complete.

“Y/N, I’m Y/N.” You smiled complacently.

Before Hyun could complete the sentence, Jungkook intervened. “You don't have to be so formal Hyun, Y/N is my friend.” 

“Oh.” Hyun smiled fondly at you. “It's a pleasure to meet you, Y/N.”

“Likewise.” You smiled.

Jungkook swallowed hard, watching his housekeeper mask her discomfort at meeting another girl who had slept there. It wasn't like he'd brought thousands of girls there, but it was enough for someone older to think he was a manwhore.

However, few girls actually knew Hyun, she was like Jungkook's family. Most of the time she just saw the other girls from afar and almost always gave him a disapproving look.

He didn't want that meeting to mean more than it was. You were meeting a lot of people close to him, and that wasn't something that was comfortable.

"So, could you make Y/N a sandwich or something, please?" Jungkook hurried.

“Of course.” Hyun nodded and started looking for food.

As soon as Hyun distanced herself from the two of you, you teased him. 

“You have a lot of women around your life, huh?” You stared at him as you sat down and one of the stools. 

Jungkook chuckled, moving to the other side to face you. “I have no idea what you mean,” He played.

Of course, he knew.

“I don't mean only sexually. There's a lot of feminine presence out there.” You gestured teasing him.

Your sincerity in absolutely every matter always scared Jungkook a little.

“I think you judge me very badly, Y/N.”

You bit your lip and smiled at him. 

For a few moments, you remained silent, watching him intently. You had your gaze so intent on him, he felt you were seeing right through to his soul. It was uncomfortable, and totally out of his comfort zone. You weren't intimate.

He had awakened your curiosity, that’s for sure.

“What about your mother? I never heard you talk about her.”

'Oh, fuck you' was the only thought in his head. 

Once again, he found himself in a position where he just couldn't understand why you cared. It had already happened when you'd asked him about college, about the way he acted. That interest of yours disturbed him.

Why did you have to be like this, so obstinate, unbearably insatiable? You wanted to drain everything he could offer, you wanted to know everything about everyone, you were pure evil. Okay, that might be a little exaggerated but then again, Jungkook hated to talk about this kind of things.

A feeling of anguish hit him. He exhaled hard.

You realized you might have screwed up with your question and that this was a sensitive topic for him. In your mind you were already cursing at yourself and your curiosity. You shouldn’t be talking this much.

“You don’t have to-” You were brutally interrupted.

“I didn't meet her.”

Oh, great Y/N, you and your big mouth screwed it up.

You parted your lips and let out a long breath.

"I'm sorry."

Without realizing it, you still kept your gaze on him, which made Jungkook feel small next to you. 

He didn't feel comfortable talking about his mother with you or anyone to be honest, but at the same time a sense of urgency begged him to open up to you. It was like a child who was getting attention for the first time.

He mouthed a few barely audible words. 

Lucky for him, Hyun approached you again. Now he definitely wouldn't open his mouth, he didn't need Hyun to hear him being a crybaby boy.

“I added some tomatoes, hope it's to your liking.” Hyun had a plate with an extremely filling sandwich in her hand.

Jungkook gulped, swallowing all the words he was trying to say seconds ago.

“Oh, I love tomatoes.” You said matter-of-factly, as if a few minutes ago you hadn't been trying to get into Jungkook's depths, “Thank you.”

Jungkook nodded slightly to himself. You were truly something out of this world.

He watched you devour your lunch in front of him. You were so hungry you barely seemed to care about his gaze. 

It was indeed a change of atmosphere. The somber tone quickly disappeared. It was weird, but good.

In that moment you looked so innocent, so harmless, his thoughts instantly traveled to a terrible conversation that morning. Jimin's voice came to his mind, the way he was speaking of you. Looking at you there so small made him feel sorry.

He didn't know if he should tell you what he'd heard, yet he knew you deserved to know. It might seem like he was trying to take advantage of the situation, but deep down he was angry with Jimin and feeling bad for you. Not even he had been so shitty to women. And that was a lot to say.

Jungkook cleared his throat and gathered his courage.

“Jimin was talking about you today.” He started, avoiding looking at you.

An awful way to start that subject.

“Did he?” You simply said, as you took another bite of your sandwich.

Jungkook could tell you weren’t worried about it. The fact that you didn't even ask what he'd said justified that.

He swallowed hard, working up the courage to tell you. He felt like shit, and that wasn't even his fault.

“He was talking about the way you taste.” His voice came out lower than usual.

When Jungkook finished his sentence, you put your sandwich back on your plate and slowly lifted your head to face him. At that moment Jungkook looked at you, worried. It wasn't possible to hear any other sound in the environment, not even their breathing, as you and Jungkook were static, facing each other.

“What?” You asked without an ounce of emotion in your voice.

“Earlier this morning, when we were in a group…well, actually no, I had just arrived and…he was talking about you with some other guys.” Jungkook took a step forward from the counter, trying to get closer to you. “I'm sorry that he spoke like that about you, I just thought you had the right to know.”

He was being sincere. You might not want to see him for the rest of eternity if you didn't believe his words, but he felt a duty to tell you, a duty to keep you away from guys like Jimin.

He watched you take a deep breath and push your plate of food away.

"I think I'm not hungry anymore."

You felt so embarrassed. You didn’t expect that from Jimin, not at all. You thought he was different, and he turned out to be exactly the worst type of man in your mind. There’s always gonna be that asshole that speaks about women as if they were objects, it disgusts you to your guts.

The saddest thing of all, is that the idiots that were listening to Jimin talking about you and the way you taste, are probably thinking he’s such a genius. How fucked up is this world.

You got up and walked towards the sink, moving away from Jungkook. 

“Y/N…” Jungkook tried to hold your hand, but you forced yourself to walk forward.

These are the kind of shit that really bothers you. You’ll never understand why in the world do men feel the need to uplift themselves while talking publicly about their sexual encounters.

Maybe you should just stick to sleep with women, you never had these kinds of issues with the girls you slept with. You wish Jimin was the first one to do this to you, but he’s not. And what bothers you the most is that Jungkook is looking at you as if you were a kicked puppy.

Jungkook saw you place both hands against the sink counter and take a deep breath. Your head was down, and he hesitated for a moment to approach you, but let his sense of humanity speak louder.

He placed his hand on your shoulders and watched you shrug.

“You probably think I'm an idiot.” You whispered.

Jungkook frowned. “What?”

“For sleeping with a guy like him.” Your voice was low, failing.

And suddenly he wanted to kill Park Jimin.

You looked so helpless, without all the haughty posture.

“Oh fuck, no. Y/N,” Jungkook pressed your shoulder making you face him. “This is not your fault. There was no way for you to know, not even I knew that he had this type of behavior. And trust me, I’ve been his friend for a long time now.”

You bit your lips avoiding his eyes.

Jungkook cupped your face lifting slightly. “Stop saying these things.”

You gave a weak smile and when Jungkook touched your lips with his thumb, you leaned in to kiss him.

You were both very good and very bad for each other at the same time. Jungkook didn't know how to deal with the kind of feelings you were feeling, he'd never needed to comfort a girl, and you had never opened up so spontaneously to anyone before. In some dysfunctional way, you worked.

And that was all that mattered at that moment.

This kiss was different from the others you had shared, it lacked the desperation, the urgency, it was calm, subtle, somehow enigmatic. It wasn't the kind of kiss that led to sex.

Jungkook's hand pressed to your cheeks as you placed small kisses on his lips. He lifted your face, pulling you away slightly, making you smile.

As he caressed your face, he saw you struggling to speak. It’s like you’re a whole new girl, without that self-confidence and defensive tone that you tend to arm yourself around everyone.

“I-I think I should go home.” You tilted your head back even more to look at him. Your voice was shaky. This is so weird for you.

Jungkook however did not intend to release you anytime soon. His face turned to your neckline, spreading kisses. His arms went around your waist, holding you tightly against him.

“I don't think so.”

It was a big change in tone from the last time you'd been together. He wasn't desperate to be away from you, on the contrary, he wouldn't mind having you there for the rest of the day.

Jungkook grabbed the back of your hair, exposing your neck even more. His kisses turned into light bites, causing you to moan in protest.

"Jungkook..." You tried to argue but your thoughts couldn't build a sentence.

It was so scary how he made you lose all control of yourself. This kind of feeling was new and as a certified fuckgirl, you shouldn’t be feeling anything, as usual. You couldn’t even understand what was going on with you and your mind.

"I like how my name sounds around your lips." He admitted, making you smirk.

One of Jungkook's hands held tightly to your waist, while the other stroked your hair. You squeezed the hand that was close to your neck, while the other leaned on the counter, seeking stability.

He saw you clench your thighs and smiled, releasing his hot breath on your neck.

"Hyun is here, stop it." You said, but there was no certainty in your voice.

"Do you really think she cares?" Jungkook continued his advances.

You pulled his face up, drawing strength from God knows where. “It's disrespectful and uncomfortable.”

Jungkook held your face again and saw you break into a half-drunk smile. It was inevitable not to smile back at the sight.

“Don't be so prudish.” 

“Remember when you told me that in the cafeteria?” You said, biting your lip.

Why the fuck did I said that? You thought to yourself immediately.

That phrase scared Jungkook a little. He didn't know if that kind of memory was the type of thing that people in love would remember, he could barely remember what he had eaten for dinner the night before, not even this conversation between you two. The thought that you had vivid memories of talking to him made him think that maybe that thing of you was taking a different turn.

Jungkook's delay in response made you exhale heavily. He could feel that you had regretted it.

“I really should go. I don't want to disturb you.” You anticipated, cutting the subject.

“I like being disturbed by you.” Jungkook said smirking as he pulled your face close again.

Seeing that you were struggling to keep away from his lips, Jungkook released you and pulled you by your hand out of the kitchen. He walked ahead of you towards the living room couch. He didn't want you to leave, at least not now.

Taking advantage of his strength, Jungkook lay down on the soft pad and pulled you down on top of him.

“What the hell.” You cursed.

"You're not leaving." Jungkook said as one of his hands held your face and the other kept your waist against his body.

“You do know that at some point I will have to.” You chuckled.

His hands were still doing their best to keep your body pressed against his, while your body moved shamelessly. Jungkook saw the moment you decided to tease him, your ass fitted his crotch perfectly, and the way you repeated your movements made him breathe heavily.

When you felt Jungkook's warm breath on your neck, you smiled in satisfaction.

“You’re not being fair.” Jungkook said softly near your ear, making the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end.

“You started it.” You added with your voice shaky as you felt him place kisses on the exposed part of your neck.

In a way, that was heaven for Jungkook. He didn't need to worry about anything.

You were silent for a few minutes, just enjoying each other's company. Jungkook refused to see it as a "couple thing", but deep down he knew you looked like one.

In that position, the scent of your perfume invaded his entire personal space, making him feel even more powerless.

"What are you doing tomorrow night?" He asked, trying to regain his thoughts.

"Tomorrow?" You craned your neck to face him.

Jungkook nodded.

“I don't think I have plans; my friends intend to study..." You finished your sentence in a low tone, as if expecting Jungkook to propose something to you.

“Taehyung is throwing a party at his house,” He started, watching your reaction.

You bit your lip, as if considering your next words, “So?”

“What do you mean ‘So?’? I'm inviting you.”

“Are you now?” You arched an eyebrow trying to look at Jungkook over your shoulder.

Jungkook felt a little silly. Unlike the day at the pub, he wanted you to be there with him, not just be there.

“Of course, I am.” He wore his most smug smile. “I think it will be cool.”

Jungkook's arms squeezed you even tighter.

You thought about it for a second. It’s just a party. It would be good for you to go out for a while and have a good time. Plus, it’s at Taehyung’s, and you really like him. He’s cool.

“Okay, you pick me up then.” You said softly.

That was perhaps a problem.

Not that Jungkook minded picking up the girls he went out with at their house but picking up a girl to go to a party involved, in his mind, a kind of commitment. Arriving with a girl at a party was for couples, for men who weren't planning on getting involved with other people during the event.

He swallowed hard, trying to disguise that the possibility bothered him.

In your mind, it wasn’t a problem because it’s totally normal for you. One of your best friends, Hobi, is usually the one to drag you to parties with him. You had arrived multiple times with him and didn’t give two fucks about what people might think because you knew he’s just your friend. And Jungkook is just your…fuck buddy? If anything, you know it’s just a guy that you sleep with. Right. Shouldn’t be a problem for you.

“Sure.” Jungkook whispered hesitantly.

Both of you then stayed in that position for about an hour. It was kind of a different moment for you, you were together without any sexual contact, not cursing or teasing each other, it was different.

Jungkook was stroking your waist, his thoughts were racing, his curiosity to know what was going on in your head was killing him. He wanted to know how you felt, if you were uncomfortable, if you were using him as a way to forget about Jimin. While being there with you made him feel good, it also made him anxious.

The house was completely silent, Hyun didn't seem to be around, so Jungkook saw a window of opportunity. You seemed to be breathing a little more heavily than usual, not sleeping but relaxed.

He brought his lips to your neck and began to spread light kisses all over that region. You had let out a small growl in protest. Jungkook's hands went slowly to your thigh, rubbing it. Despite your small complaint, your waist moved again, seeking Jungkook's contact.

“You really are incorrigible.” You said laughing.

With an effort, you freed herself from Jungkook's arms and turned to face him. Jungkook brought his hands to your face, seeing you slightly blush. As you started to kiss, you placed your hands on Jungkook's shoulder, seeking for support to straddle him.

Jungkook smiled when he saw you over the top. You began to grind on him as your mouth kissed his bare chest.

Jungkook's hands tightened on your thighs, increasing the friction between you both even more.

When you started to let out little moans in Jungkook's ear just to tease, the boy complained.

“Oh, fuck you.” 

You chuckled.

“Do you have any idea how hard you make this for me? Literally” Jungkook lifted his back from the couch and held you in his lap.

Facing each other, you both smiled.

Another thing that had changed in Jungkook's life was the number of times he was smiling during the day. It might seem lame, but the feeling of satisfaction was getting more frequent. Before, it was only with his friends that he had moments of enjoyment, now something was different. He would never admit that you had a big influence on this.

As your kiss began to grow hotter, to the point where Jungkook was involuntarily moving his hips to force contact with you, a familiar voice rang out from the back of the room.

“Mr. Jeon, I-” The housekeeper's voice was interrupted as she entered the room catching her boss and “his friend”.

Embarrassed, you jumped aside, curling up in the corner of the sofa.

“Oh, I'm... I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to-” Hyun stuttered.

Jungkook laughed at the situation, cutting off the apology. “Don't worry. It's okay, Hyun.”

“I can come back later.” She said, already walking away from the room.

Looking at you all flushed in the corner of the sofa, Jungkook stifled a laugh.

“You know, she's probably more embarrassed than you are.” He teased.

“Oh God. I will never come to your house again.” You said, getting up with your hands over your face.

Jungkook followed, holding you from behind. “Don't you dare.”

“I really should go now.” You said as you grabbed your bag from the armchair.

Your flushed face made Jungkook smile out of the corner of his mouth. It was weird for him to see you being vulnerable, even after the kitchen episode. Vulnerability was a quality that didn't suit you at all. 

He wouldn't mind spending the rest of the day there with you, but this time he decided not to insist. Gradually he was feeling that he was losing some of his detached pose, and he hated that feeling.

“Okay.” Jungkook stated, taking his car keys.

“Are you not planning to put a shirt on?” 

“Do you want me to?” Jungkook shot back, raising his eyebrow as he looked down at his own shirt on your body.

You bit your lip, suppressing a smirk.

The drive to your apartment was incredibly pleasant. There wasn't much conversation, but the silence wasn't uncomfortable. You did indeed look like a couple, the boyfriend taking his girlfriend home.

When Jungkook parked in front of your building he watched as you leaned over to kiss him. It was a subtle, almost imperceptible kiss on his lips.

“Thank you,” You saw Jungkook frown. “For telling me about Jimin.”

“Oh-”

Before Jungkook could say anything, you stopped him.“I’ll see you tomorrow.” You smiled, leaving him alone in the car, slightly confused and annoyed.

The confusion and irritation came from you bringing Park Jimin into the conversation. Jungkook understood the reason why you were grateful but remembering that after your time together bothered him somehow. He knew that was his insecurity problem. The return of the subject made him think again that you might be with him in order to forget about Jimin.

Not that you didn't have the right, but that possibility gnawed at him inside.

In all honesty, you were simply thanking him. You didn���t have to forget Jimin because there was nothing to forget. He had been one more on your list. But of course, Jungkook didn’t know that.

That Friday after class Jungkook went to look for Taehyung, there were things he needed to sort out before the party.

Jungkook found his friend in the cafeteria, along with Yoongi and Jin.

“Morning, guys” Jungkook saluted proudly.

Jin arched his eyebrow. “Someone is quite in a good mood today.”

“Who did you fuck now, JK?” Yoongi shot.

A chuckle in unison filled the entire table they were sitting at, attracting a few curious glances.

“Leave my man be.” Taehyung got up and patted Jungkook on the shoulder.

Jungkook laughed at his friends and cast a worried look at Taehyung, who quickly understood that his friend needed to talk. The two moved slightly away from the group table.

“What's the drama this time?” Taehyung teased him.

Jungkook rolled his eyes. “It's nothing, it's just that…,” He hesitated. “Did you tell Seulgi about the party tonight?”

He saw his friend grimace as if he'd asked the most absurd thing in the universe.

"Uh- No? Why would I do that?"

“Don't look at me like this isn't a valid question. She is always with the group.”

Taehyung laughed. “Yeah, because you fuck her.”

The two looked at each other and Jungkook laughed along with his friend. It made sense. Taehyung would do anything to help him, he knew. If he had, for some reason, talked about the party with Seulgi, he'd make sure she didn't show up.

"Why do you care anyway?" Taehyung asked him.

A slightly uncomfortable silence rose in the air.

“I'm gonna take Y/N with me.” Jungkook stared at his friend waiting for his reaction.

“Wow, looks like someone is actually enjoying things.” He flashed a huge smile. “Happy for you, Kook.”

Jungkook still felt a little awkward sharing this sort of thing with one of his friends. It was different for him to have that kind of support, to be so open about relationships, not that he had any kind of relationship with you. Maybe it was his personal problem, trusting people in general.

“You gonna pick her up?”

“Yeah.” Jungkook admitted defeated.

“Why do I feel like you're bothered?” The way Taehyung knew him so well was frightening.

“I don't know, it's just... We... We don't have anything and... Oh fuck, it's so weird.” Jungkook struggled.

“Relax, text her when you're leaving, and park away from my house if you like. It’s not that big of a deal” Taehyung tried to soften the situation.

“You gonna teach me to fuck her too?” Jungkook laughed, “Wait. I just realized, I don't think I have her number.”

Taehyung looked incredulous. “You're joking right? I can give it to you.”

“Why do you have her number?”

“Why don't you?”

It was like two children talking. For a moment they looked at each other with grimaces, and then they burst out laughing.

“Here. I already send it to you.” Taehyung had his cell phone in his hand.

Jungkook took his own cell phone from his pocket and saw the screen flash with his friend's message. In the content it was possible to see that your contact was saved with a fairy emoji by its side on Taehyung's cell phone.

“A fairy? Really?” He spoke.

Taehyung, on the other hand, couldn't care less. “She saved herself like that. I like her, she's funny.”

“Thank you.” Jungkook giggled and slowly walked out to the parking lot.

Jungkook didn't feel the need to look for you around college, maybe it was best you didn't see each other before the party. Walking toward his car, he thanked the heavens he hadn't run into Seulgi on the way. All he needed to do now was wait for night to come.

For the first time, Jungkook was nervous about a girl.

He was feeling pressured not to screw things up when he would be with you. He didn't quite understand what was going on, but something in him didn't want you to hate him.

It was silly, he knew it was, and yet these thoughts kept haunting him.

Jungkook was now lying in bed, just waiting for the night to come.

With his phone in hand, Jungkook scrolled to your name in his contact list. On the small screen, he saw a black and white photo. The bottom appeared to be a swimming pool, you were in the front, with sunglasses under your wet hair, and a simple necklace that ended at the beginning of your breasts.

You were surreally beautiful.

Your shoulders were wet, your mouth was slightly open, and your eyes… could unravel the greatest of the world's mysteries. He had never met anyone like that, your eyes intimidated him in a way he didn't understand, they were pure abyss, unreadable.

Jungkook took a deep breath, trying to steady his thoughts.

“How do you do this?” He whispered to himself. It was a feeling of physical and mental anguish.

He pressed your contact and waited for the conversation to open up. Chewing the inside of his cheek nervously, Jungkook decided he had nothing to lose.

JK: Can I pick you up at nine-thirty?

The word "Online" appeared under your name.

Y/N: How did you get my number? And nine-thirty sounds great. JK: Taehyung. Y/N: Oh, is he there with you? JK: Not now. Alone. 😔

That sad emoji wasn't one of his proudest moments.

Y/N: Poor baby.

Jungkook stared at the screen, there was nothing more to say and he didn't want to sound like an annoying asshole.

His cell phone vibrated on his chest. A temporary photo popped on the screen.

Jungkook opened the photo and saw your figure lying down, wrapped in a cream sheet. Your chest was covered, and your shoulders were showing, your hair appeared to be tangled, and your face had a tiny smile.

Further down there was a caption that read: I don't know what I'm going to wear today…

A heavy sigh escaped his lips. Jungkook smiled to himself, he was a little disbelieved.

JK: I think you look good this way. Y/N: LOL, would you take care of me if I showed up like this? JK: Only if you're not wearing your panties.

Instantly he regretted it. 

He quickly reached the delete message button, but a message from you came right below.

Y/N: I saw it.  Y/N: Never mind, you gave me some ideas. 🙂 JK: Care to share?

There was no reason for him not to be a bastard in those messages, you yourself were giving him the go-ahead.

Y/N: I don't know if you deserve… JK: You know I do. JK: 😉

Another temporary message popped up.

In this photo, your bed was in the background, on top of the sheets was a short dark blue, almost black dress. Behind the bed was a transparent window, the sunset was hitting it full, causing the reflection to appear in the image.

That is just a small detail of that photo.

In the reflection, Jungkook could see your naked silhouette. Cell phone in hand, standing, just like a goddess. He couldn't see your features, or the specifics of your body, but just the glimpse of your naked body made him shiver.

You were so clever; you knew exactly what buttons to push and how to provoke him in just the right amount.

Y/N: You're gonna see me in this one, probably. JK: Looks… JK: Quite interesting. Y/N: See you at nine-thirty. Y/N: Byeeeeeee. 😄

A genuine smile played on Jungkook's lips as he read the message.

The rest of his afternoon was a complete bore. College vacation was coming up quickly and Jungkook found himself thinking about his plans. He sure as hell wouldn't go back to his father's house, it wasn't worth spending all this time arguing. Most of his friends would go home, which made Jungkook feel a little depressed.

Seulgi would probably stay at college, but he didn't even know anymore if he really wanted to be with her. There was so much going on inside him these past few days that nothing else felt right.

There was the whole thing with Jimin too. He was one of his best friends, and now he didn't feel comfortable with him. Despite all his "fuckboy" fame, Jungkook had never been that kind of asshole in his life.

And there were also you.

Jungkook refused to see what you had as anything other than "fuck buddies". However, the amount of time you spent in his head, in his thoughts, tried to prove him wrong.

He didn't like to think about labels, he didn't want to be your boyfriend, didn't want to be your lover, he just wanted to be with you, in a way he still didn't quite understand.

Your presence in Jungkook's life had made him lose interest in other casual relationships, but he did his best to ignore these signs. In his stubborn mind, none of this had anything to do with you.

When it was nine o'clock Jungkook was ready to go out. He wasn't supposed to be ready so soon, but he kind of couldn't stand being home anymore. 

Taehyung's advice popped into his mind, and he took out his cell phone to let you know he was leaving.

JK: Hey, I kind of got ahead… JK: Can I go now?

“What the fuck. Why are you asking for permission, you idiot.” He raged alone.

Y/N: I'm waiting for you.  Y/N: 😉

He smiled nervously.

Unfortunately for Jungkook, the traffic was remarkably calm, there wasn't a single traffic jam, and most of the traffic lights were green for him. He ended up arriving nine-twenty in front of your building.

JK: I’m here... Y/N: K. On my way!!

As he waited for you, Jungkook thought about how lucky he was that he'd never run into any of the girls he'd dated who lived in your same building. The mood was going to be awful, considering his history of not calling back.

A light tap on the glass caught his attention. You were on the other side waiting for him to unlock the door.

“Hey.” You said excitedly as you got into the car.

As soon as you sat down beside him, your scent filled the entire car. You were looking sublime. Your hair was down and looked extremely soft, the blue dress from earlier was perfectly clinging to your body, tracing every curve of it. Your face was lightly made up, Jungkook could see that your eyeliner traced the exact contour of your eyes, making it even more intimidating, your mouth had a dark red tone, completely mesmerizing.

“Hey.” He took a deep breath, enjoying the scent that was in the air. “You look beautiful.”

You smirked.“I'm glad you liked it. You don’t look too bad yourself.” You leaned over and placed a kiss on the corner of Jungkook's lips.

Jungkook tried to hold your face for a moment, but you pulled away instantly.

On the way to Taehyung's house, Jungkook's gaze fought a battle between the street in front of him and the pair of thighs beside him. He couldn't explain if it was because of the light, or if it was something you had used, but your legs shone, it was impossible to look away.

You were breathtaking.

“I was actually shocked by your punctuality.” Your voice snapped him out of the immersion.

If you only knew.

“I am a man of many qualities, although it doesn't seem like it.”

“I never said you weren't.” You responded slowly, placing your hand on his thigh.

The two of you looked at each other for a moment and Jungkook opted for silence. Anything he said there would be the result of absurd lust, and he didn't want to take any chances, at least not now.

Approaching Taehyung's house, Jungkook hesitated to park.

“Are you alright?” You actually looked concerned.

"Fine, it's just..." He gulped. "Looking for the best place to park."

His voice was so shaky that it wasn't hard for you to tell that something was wrong. He was being too obvious.

“Worried about what people will say?” You suppressed a weak laugh.

“What? No! I’m not… No, I’m not like that.”

Leaning down to stand by his ear, you whispered. “It doesn't matter if you park two blocks from here or at Taehyung's doorstep, by the end of the night people will be talking either way. Because you're going to get out of here fucking me.”

Jungkook gulped. He had almost forgotten how you managed to be the coldest person in the universe when you wanted to. The stability in your voice, and the calm with which you said those things, always made him feel weak around you.

Unable to formulate the answer you deserved, Jungkook parked in front of his friend's house in silence, feeling his shoulders tense.

In the garden, some curious looks were already directed at the two. You looked at him sideways with a smile on your face. You liked that attention or at least didn't care about it. The second being the most accurate option.

Encouraged by your stance, Jungkook ran a hand around your waist, drawing you close.

As you walked into the house, Jungkook quickly spotted his group of friends.

From a distance he could see Taehyung downing a shot of drink with Yoongi and his other friends - luckily none of them were the idiots that were talking about you with Jimin. Next to them was Jin and some girls he had never seen in his life. Taehyung looked miserable huddled in the corner of the room.

When you both approached them, Taehyung jumped hugging Jungkook. He was completely drunk.

“Oh, God! Finally, you arrived!!” Taehyung shouted in his ear.

“You good?” Jungkook asked. 

Breaking the hug, Taehyung turned immediately to you, ignoring his friend's question. “Y/N! Y/N! I'm so glad you're here! Do you have any idea how boring Jungkook would be if you didn't come???”

You smiled at him, unlike Jungkook, who shot his friend a disapproving look.

You were about to give him an answer, but Jungkook cut you off. “I think that's enough.” He said putting his hand on your waist pulling you to the side.

The music was relatively loud for a house party, the lights were off, and it was only possible to see what the moon was illuminating through the window, and through some lighters inside the room.

"Enjoying it?" Jungkook asked, seeing you smiling.

“And you aren’t?”

Jungkook pulled you into a light kiss. As if the fact that you were absurdly confident in that outfit wasn't enough, your attitude was already different after Taehyung's comment. He didn't know how the night would end, but he already knew he had lost.

Taehyung was starting to join the two of you again, but this time Jungkook was faster.

“Where's Anyra?” He teased.

“Oh,” His friend cried, almost literally. “She caught a cold, shit, I wish she were here.”

Jungkook chuckled softly at his friend's drunken state.

“Wait, that Anyra you're talking about, is the Arts one?” You intruded.

“You know her??” Taehyung seemed to have found a new best friend.

You bit your lip laughing. “Of course, I do! She's phenomenal, professor's favorite.”

“What did I tell you, Kook?” Jungkook got a few pushes from Taehyung.

“I won't put up with you two for long.” Jungkook said defeated, looking at the two of you laughing together.

This was turning out better than Jungkook had thought before leaving the house. You were getting along very well with his friends, the surroundings were dark enough to avoid inconvenient gossip, and he was feeling less nervous.

That was possibly the second-to-last full party before the college vacations, he didn't want to think about anything, just enjoy that shit.

The more time passed, the more Jungkook lost your company to Taehyung. The two of you seemed so engrossed in your own conversation that you could barely notice the others around them. It didn't bother Jungkook to see you talking, in fact he was relieved to see you getting along well.

Jungkook was watching intently as you chuckled at something Taehyung had said in your ear, when out of nowhere your face went impassive and your posture straightened.

He frowned trying to understand what had happened. 

A familiar voice came from behind him, and he finally understood the reason.

“What's up, JK?”

It was Park Jimin and his sickening charm.

You pursed your lips and kept your gaze on him. You could’ve murdered him with that look if you really wanted to. Jungkook didn't dare look at his “friend”, instead he continued to watch you, ready to help you if you needed to.

Jimin didn’t seem to catch your irritation as he approached, joining the circle of friends.

“Y/N.” He smiled at you and leaned down to kiss you on the cheek.

A heavy sigh eventually escaped Jungkook.

He watched you quickly lean back and turn your face away. He couldn't lie to himself, the urge to laugh at that moment was huge, but he understood that that situation was shit. He caught himself, seeing Jimin make a confused face at your rejection.

As Jimin walked away from you, you shot Jungkook a worried look. You swallowed hard as you tried to hide your discomfort.

Anticipating your movements, he took a step back seeing you coming towards him.

Before he could ask anything, you spoke. "Bathroom. Be right back."

Jungkook knew he probably shouldn't, but something inside him screamed to follow you. 

So, he did it.

The room was very dark, it was difficult for Jungkook to get to the bathroom at Taehyung's house. Slowly and stumbling over some furniture, he finally stopped in front of the long hallway that led to the toilet.

Jungkook narrowed his eyes, trying to make out a couple who seemed to be arguing in front of the lavatory. With slow steps, he approached them. The music started to get a little quieter because of the hallway and your voice came out.

“I don't fucking care about it.” You gestured exaggeratedly.

“I wasn't talking about you, Y/N. C'mon, you have to be-”

What a fucking moron. As if it changed anything.

Jungkook didn't need to see to recognize that voice was from Jimin. His sentence was rudely interrupted by you.

“So what? Don’t you get it? Either way it was disgusting, ridiculous.”

When Jimin was about to answer you, Jungkook grabbed your hand, startling you.

“What-” You started to protest but Jungkook cut you off.

“Hey, I was looking for you.”

He saw your face twist into a grimace. You didn't seem to understand that he was trying to get you out of there.

Jimin snorted. “Seriously, JK?”

You and Jungkook looked at each other for a few seconds. Gradually your face changed, becoming something less hostile. You frowned at Jungkook who inclined his head indicating the way out of the hall.

Jungkook saw, out of the corner of his eye, Jimin rolling his eyes as you laced your fingers with his, following him.

Not that Jungkook had never held hands with a girl before, but the softness of your touch was something to pay attention to. You squeezed his fingers, and he felt your hand would slip away at any moment because of the tenderness of your skin.

The two continued walking back towards his circle of friends, he could sense that you were bothered by his attitude.

When you arrived, you quickly freed yourself, ready to start an argument.

“I didn't need any help.” You said stubbornly.

For a moment Jungkook looked at you silently, wondering if he should take this personally.

“I know you didn't.” He chose to provoke you.

To Jungkook's surprise, you seemed to enjoy his teasing. You wrapped your arms around his neck and with a satisfied smile leaned into his ear.

“I want to get high.” You whispered laughing.

As soon as he looked back at you, Jungkook laughed at your enthusiasm. “Okay. I think I can get you something.”

For the rest of the party, Jungkook had gotten a joint from one of Yoongi's friends. It wasn't in his plans to get high that night, but you looked like you needed it, and you were so excited that he couldn't resist joining you.

Jungkook was aware that he needed to keep himself a little more sane than the rest of his friends. Park Jimin was there, he needed to drive home, and you seemed willing to test the limits of the human body.

You were sitting on his lap, your eyes were small, and every little thing made you laugh. You had already danced with Taehyung, tried to get Jungkook to dance with you, downing shots of three different types of liquor, all while talking incessantly.

Jungkook didn't know if you were trying to tease him or if it was just excitement; sitting on one of his thighs, you were shifting in every way possible, making it increasingly difficult for him to disguise his arousal.

"Hey, you good?" Jin asked, seeing that his face wasn't the most excited.

“Fine.” He smiled trying to reassure his friend.

He was enjoying the party, but he was under a lot of pressure at that moment.

At Jin's question, you turned slightly worried to face Jungkook. 

Jungkook's hands were wrapped around your waist, he squeezed you, smiling at you, showing that everything was fine.

You bit your lip, hesitating your next moves. Slowly, you innocently leaned over and placed your neck on his shoulders, which made him instinctively bring one of his hands to the back of your head. What you said next wasn’t innocent at all.

"I want you. Right here and right now." The peaceful tone along with your warm breath made Jungkook's body stiffen.

You pulled back and faced him as you wet your lips.

Jungkook kept one hand gripping your waist while the other began to caress your face. His thumb roamed deliberately over your lips.

“Y/N…” He tried to argue.

“You don't want me?” Your voice was so low, so dark, it took a necessary sacrifice to hear it.

He laughed and nodded to himself.

Holding your face tightly, he replied. “I don't think there is a corner of this world where I wouldn't want you right now, Y/N.”

Your face started to form an amused smile, but quickly stopped when you saw that Jungkook's face remained serious.

“If you reject me now, I swear God I will never speak to you again.”

Jungkook swallowed, feeling like his body could burst into flames at any moment. You were staring at him almost like a piece of food, your eyes were locked on his, your mouth was wet, and he could see that your breathing was uneven.

His own breathing was also a disaster. His gasps were loud, his body was hard, and his throat was dry.

Fighting his own instincts, Jungkook hurriedly got to his feet. You stood beside him. He took you by the hand and headed for the porch of Taehyung's house, he knew he wouldn't be able to get to his house.

Before walking away from his friends, Taehyung, who seemed a little more sober, put his hand on his shoulder and whispered. “Don't even think about my room.”

Jungkook could have sworn he was telling him to fuck off, but his voice didn't seem to come out.

As soon as his feet touched the carpet outside Taehyung's house, Jungkook pulled you up and trapped you between his arms and the railing. A small groan of disapproval came from your lips that was soon suppressed by Jungkook's mouth.

Pressing his body against yours, he heard you moan. He brought both hands to your face, cupping it while your lips kissed unabashedly.

You pulled away and smiled in the naughtiest way possible. Jungkook brought his hand to the back of your neck, gripping the hair available there. 

With your neck exposed, he began to trace a path of tiny hickeys from your chin to the top of your collar. Jungkook lingered on your collarbone, he had already noticed that the area was more sensitive for you.

When his hands came down to your ass, you leaned forward, searching for more friction. At that moment Jungkook worried about his condition in his nether parts. The pants he was wearing were painfully tight around his cock.

Your hands clumsily went down to his zipper. The effect of the joint slowed you down slightly, which made Jungkook die inside.

“You need help there, baby?” He tried to chill out.

You stared at him with a loud laugh. You were about to finally be able to unzip his pants when someone interrupted you.

“You two should get a room.” The tone of mockery and disapproval was evident.

Jungkook quickly grabbed the hem of your dress, trying to cover the top of your thighs. As he turned towards the door, Jimin was standing with an extremely apathetic and cruel face.

Jungkook glared at his “friend”, and before he could return Jimin’s dose of pettiness, you stood in front of him.

“And I think you should fuck yourself.”

Jungkook frowned at the scene but stood still watching you.

Jimin laughed sarcastically. “Look at you, started hanging out with Jungkookie and you are already a new person.”

You took a deep, loud breath and a small, incredulous laugh escaped her lips. “Please. Don’t act as if you knew me.”

“Oh, I know every part of you too well, sweetie. Already forgot about it?” said Jimin with a smug face, obviously hinting at the night you spent with him.

And what a fucking mistake you made by sleeping with him. He really was pushing your buttons and that wasn’t the best night to provoke you.

Slightly high, you tried to advance on Jimin. Your hands were already high enough to punch his face when Jungkook's arm grabbed you around your waist. You struggled, trying to escape him, but Jungkook's strength was superior to yours at the moment.

“Hey Y/N, stop it. It’s not worth it.” He said low.

You slowly eased the effort while keeping your face fixed on Jimin. Your breathing was extremely out of pace, and your face was harsh.

Jimin giggled as he directed his gaze to Jungkook now. “Have you told her that she is your 'new Seulgi'?”

Hearing those last words Jungkook felt his blood boil for the second time that week, and both times because of Park Jimin.

That phrase had no basis, at least not for Jimin. It was true that Jungkook had thought he needed a "new Seulgi," but he'd never said it out loud, not even given him the slightest hint of it. Besides, it was already more than obvious that you weren't that kind of person.

With that sentence, Jungkook understood that tonight Jimin was desperate to provoke you both. He did indeed seem to have lost any sort of respect after your rejection earlier.

You were now frozen in his arms, and your eyebrows were furrowed. You didn’t have much time to process what Jimin had just said because immediately after, Jungkook took his arms from around you and swore to himself that he wouldn't leave that place until he killed him.

He didn't realize the exact moment it all happened, but in the blink of an eye, his hands were punching Jimin's face. The scene happened so fast that Jungkook tasted blood in his mouth but had no idea where it was coming from.

He was about to throw him to the ground when he felt your slender fingers grip his shoulder. They had no strength, they didn't make him stop, but they deprived him of movement. Jungkook ignored them as much as he could, your voice was saying things he couldn't assimilate either.

"Stop it! Stop, Jungkook! Please! Look at me." You screamed.

He cared about you but there was nothing you could do to make him stop.

Taking advantage of a small space between Jungkook and Jimin's bodies, you stepped between them, placing your hands on Jungkook's chest. He could feel you trying to push him back, but your strength was ridiculously weak in the situation you were in.

“Stop it! Let's go home, this will get you in trouble!” You struggled to sound convincing. “Jungkook!”

His name didn't sound so pleasant when you said it like that.

He watched you look back to see Jimin's condition. When your face returned to him, he saw that you were horrified, frightened. Jimin surely had taken the worst of the punches that were thrown.

Jungkook felt sorry for you, the situation you were in because of him.

“You should thank her.” It was the only thing Jungkook could said to his now ex-friend who was cleaning the blood in his face with the back of his hand while glaring at him. Jungkook was feeling defeated.

The two of you hurriedly walked to the car, leaving Park Jimin and a few small pools of blood behind. You were practically running while Jungkook tried to keep up with you. At that moment he thanked himself for having parked near the entrance.

When you got into the car, you watched him, startled, seeing that the blood on Jungkook's hands was smearing the entire steering wheel.

“Holy fuck, this is bad.”

“Forget it.” He said, accelerating.

“Jungkook, I think-”

“I said forget it.” He cut you off.

Jungkook wasn't driving at that speed to tease you, he just desperately wanted to get home. He saw that you were curled up on the car seat, but he couldn't show the empathy you needed at that moment. If he tried to talk to you, you would probably end up fighting badly.

On the way home, Jungkook considered taking you straight to your house, but maybe you would take that as a form of disdain, and he was trying hard not to get into arguments.

Entering his house, Jungkook went straight to the kitchen, looking for anything that could clean up all that shit. You were behind him, after the cut he gave you, you had been completely silent.

At the sink he was rubbing his hands, watching a completely red water run down the drain. “Shit. Shit. Shit.” He cursed at the mess he was making.

“Let me help you.” You ended your silence, approaching him.

“I don't need help.” 

“I didn't need it earlier today either. Where are the bandages here?” You mended one sentence into another, making it impossible for Jungkook to challenge you.

“In the left cupboard, I think.” Jungkook said as he sat on the sink counter.

You quickly found a small box with some pharmacy stuff inside. There were some essential medicines, wound disinfectants, bandages and cottons. Your face still looked scared as you searched the box for something more.

Carefully, you soaked a cotton ball in the disinfectant, and slowly walked over to Jungkook. He spread his legs for you to come closer. Looking at you, he saw you grimace.

“This is gonna hurt.” You warned.

As gentle as possible, you pressed the cotton under the bloody smear above Jungkook's eyebrow. As soon as the cotton pad touched his skin with the disinfectant, Jungkook groaned loudly, instinctively grabbing your hand.

You gasped startled, taking a small step back.

“I'm sorry.” He said with difficulty, slowly releasing your hand.

The thing is, you weren’t scared of him, not at all. You hated the fact that he got into a fight, and you felt somehow responsible even if Jimin had been the one to provoke him.

You didn’t want to care, you never usually cared about any guy you slept with, but Jungkook was making you feel so confused lately, you didn’t even know how to react. You were scared about how you felt when you were with him.

Jungkook took a deep breath and decided to close his eyes, wishing this shit would be over soon.

You approached him again with another cotton and this time pressed it to the corner of his mouth, causing him to gasp. It was excruciating pain; his skin was itching against the wet cotton.

You repeated the process, and this time pressed a dry cotton against his skin, so the bandage could stick.

Every time you returned to him; he felt your scent intoxicating him.

Jungkook opened his eyes, seeing you peel off a bandage to place over his wounds. You looked like you were having surgery, given all the care you were putting into that thing. You smiled weakly at him as you saw him open his eyes.

With a light hand, you positioned the bandage over Jungkook's lips and then over his brow.

Jungkook was breathing more slowly, his breathing had stabilized, and slowly the stress was wearing off.

When you finished putting the bandage on his eyebrow, Jungkook held your hand to his face. He didn't know why he needed to keep you there, he just felt an overwhelming need. Your hand was warm, soft, your breath was invading his personal space, and things seemed to have slowed down.

You looked nervous; your breath was shaky.

He swallowed hard trying to understand what was happening to his own body, with this need he had to be with you, to touch you. Slowly, he bent his head to join his forehead with yours.

Your heart was pounding so hard you were afraid that he would realize how much you were affected by that simple action of his. You didn’t want to feel this way. You couldn't feel this way. This isn't you. This isn't him either.

“You could have hurt yourself badly.” You whispered.

Jungkook chuckled softly. “I don’t care.”

He saw you bite your lip in disapproval.

“You never care about anything, do you?” 

That conversation was so light, so necessary for both of you. It was as if after all the confusion you were enjoying the silence, the peace. The tone of the dialogue was extremely quiet.

“I care about you.” He confessed.

That’s a blatant lie. That’s all your mind was thinking in your frozen state. That was so hard for you to believe. Given that Jungkook was the same as you, he couldn’t be saying this for real. You were a fuckgirl. He was a fuckboy. You don’t do relationships and feelings. Funny thing is, if your heart could talk, it would be denying every one of your thoughts.

And although it wasn't a lie, Jungkook immediately felt bad about opening up to you. He wasn't supposed to do this, he knew he fucked up. He watched you, hoping for a reciprocal reaction, but your eyes widened slightly, as if startled.

There he felt anger.

Jungkook felt you trying to pull away, but his hand in yours stopped you. He had a lot to lose there. But at the same time, letting you escape with no answers would ruin him.

He took a deep breath and whispered. “Do you feel anything? For me?”

I don’t know what the fuck I feel. You would have said if you were to speak what was on your mind, but you were muted.

His insecurity was screaming now.

Your breath hitched and you gaped, trying to formulate something.

Jungkook moved his face even closer to yours, the space between you became tiny, yet his eyes still could see the brown pair in front of him.

“Y/N.” He called to you, and you closed your eyes tightly.

This feeling was so weird. This was all new territory for you. Now you were literally shaking.

Your silence was disturbing, subversive, and turbulent.

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A Needy, Desperate Fuck Up (m) │ pjm

❒ pairing: jimin x female reader ❒ summary: jimin’s desperation leads to a fuck up. ❒ prompt: "Fuck fuck fuck fuck, that's not fucking good!" and "Fuck! I'm not on the pill!" ❒ rating: nc-17, 18+ ❒ genre: smut, pwp ❒ warnings: unprotected sex, oral sex (female receiving), dirty talk, cursing, accidental creampie, rough sex, multiple orgasms, slight overstimulation, choking, crying, Jimin is neeedyyyy for that puzz puzz ❒ word count: 3.1k │ unedited ❒ release date: may 8th 2021 ❒ disclaimer: This is all fiction! Nothing mentioned/written are facts and/or real! So please just keep that in mind when reading and enjoy! Thank you ♡

The door to your bedroom barely has a chance to close properly before Jimin has you pressed flat against the wall. The coldness of the exposed brick wall has goosebumps rising on your rapidly heating skin, and you shudder at the contact.

But you don’t care. All you can think about is the way Jimin feels pressed against your body – the hard panels of his toned chest and abdominal muscles, not to mention his hard length growing against your leg.

You can’t help but moan at the feeling. It’s been way too long since you and Jimin have had sex! He’s been extremely busy with recording for the new album, and his schedule is almost jammed packed every day, and on the rare occasion that he has a few hours of free time, you would much rather have him spend it on catching up on some rest.

But something had come over him the minute he opened your front door and stepped inside. Like you normally would, you’d yelled out a hello to him, letting him know you were in the kitchen, with your hands buried in the dirty dish water as you were cleaning the few dishes you had neglected since the day before. You hadn’t heard him call back a hello to you like he normally would, but you thought he might just be tired and didn’t really think anything of it. However, you did hear him entering the kitchen and stopping just behind you. About to ask him if he was hungry and if he wanted you to make him something, you’d dried your hands on the nearest rag, but you didn’t even manage to get a proper look at him before his hands were in your hair and his lips were claiming yours in a hard kiss.

It took your breath away. Literally. The rag fell to the floor without a sound and without pulling away to question his sudden behavior you grabbed his face in your hands, trying to bring him closer. He took the hint and stepped forward, pushing his chest and pelvis against your body. he was hot and cold at the same time. His clothes cold from the slight breeze outside, but his hands and lips warm and hot against your skin.

Things escalated pretty quickly from that point and you honestly can’t really remember the journey from the kitchen to your bedroom. Every breath you each take is rushed and breathy, and all you seem to recall is hands frantically trying to remove pieces of clothing and said clothing landing haphazardly on the floor in a line behind you. Hard and wet kisses to your lips and neck, and your hands desperately trying to undo the string on Jimin’s joggers.

At this point you’ve both managed to get each other undressed, both of you now lying naked on the bed, Jimin hovering above you, your legs caging him in and his hard cock resting between your soaked folds as he slowly grinds himself against you. Your mouths are a hot mess, lips slipping and sliding over each other and your tongues erotically dancing.

It’s like all hell have broken loose and the both of you have just lost it. You have no idea what has spurred on his sudden desperate need to claim you, but you can’t say that you mind one bit. You’re equally as desperate to have him, not having felt him inside of you for almost three weeks!

Throwing your head back, you groan as the tip of his cock nudge your clit. “Shit, that feels so good!”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah!” You find his eyes, hoping to god he won’t stop moving against you.

He leans down for another kiss. “You have no idea how much I’ve missed your sweet pussy!” He rumbles, lifting to his hands so he can watch his cock effortlessly slid between your folds, your slick coating every thick inch of him. “Fuck, I need to taste you baby.”

With a jerk he moves down your body, your legs automatically parting wider to make room for him. Once settles between your legs, Jimin looks up at you from under lust clouded eyes, his pupils so dark and intense that you become slightly nervous. Pressing a kiss to the juncture of your thigh, he gently and ever so slowly runs the tip of his pointer finger down your slit, collecting your juices before sucking his finger clean.

He groans and you almost dissipate on the spot. His finger returns to your heat as another kiss is pressed to the juncture of your thigh. He repeats his previous action – running his finger down your slit, collecting your arousal, but he stops at your entrance, teasingly circling your hole. He pushes in just an inch before retreating and you mumble a frustrated please. You lock eyes, just as a second finger joins the first and he pushes in all the way to his knuckles.

Your head hits the pillows in a sigh of relief. He pushes in and out of you in a slow and tantalizing rhythm. It has your head swimming, and you need more.

“Please Jimin, please! Don’t tease me.”

“Don’t tease you baby?” he repeats and following with a kiss right above your clit. “Why not?”

Arrogant shit, you think!

“It’s been so long…” you mumble, your voice muffled by the pillows when he begins to pick up the pace. “Make me cum!”

“Hmmm,” he places another kiss above your clit, so close to touching but never enough to give you the relief you want. He begins scissoring his fingers inside of you, and the familiar fire starts in your stomach. “Want me to make you cum with my mouth babygirl?”

You nod frantically! “Yes yes yes ye- ahhhh!” You’re abruptly cut off by the feeling of Jimin’s tongue finally making contact with your clit. He gently licks it – long fat swipes with his warm tongue.

The sounds coming out of you is only spurring him on. Two fingers turn to three and he sucks your clit so violently it has your hips rising from the bed. He easily folds one arm across your lower abdomen, holding you down as he continues to suck.

The fire picks up, and your cries grows louder and louder with each suck of his mouth and each thrust of his fingers. You can’t remember a time where you’ve ever wanted, no needed, to cum so desperately. You can almost taste the release on your tongue. So close.

You can feel how eager Jimin is to make you explode on his tongue as well. He pushes the entirety of his face into your soaked pussy. His tongue working you so feverishly, his nose bumping your sensitive clit.

You grasp at his hair, pushing his face deeper into you and he groans in respond. The vibration sending a wave of tingles through your clit and all the way down to your toes, making them curl. You feel like your brain is no longer connected to the rest of your body, your legs and hips having a life of their own – bucking wildly against his face, trying to reach your high.

Slipping his fingers out of you, he reaches up to press your hips to the bed with both of his hands, making you completely immobilized.

You’re about to whine at the loss of his fingers inside of you, but Jimin is quick to replace them with his fat tongue instead.

“Ah…ah Jimin- oh god!” You moan.

He continues his feast. Slurping and sucking every inch of your wet pussy. You’re so close, so fucking close to cumming, every nerve in your body is on high alert, ready to explode in a fit of euphoria.

Jimin moans between your legs. Loving the way your sweet juices cover his face and tongue. If he’s not careful, the mere taste of you on his tongue combined with the way you sound when you’re losing control, he could probably cum.

“Don’t stop, don’t stop!” You plead, digging your fingers deeper into his scalp, yanking at his hair.

He doesn’t stop. Jimin keeps going, your moaning pleas urging him to go even faster, and he throws his fingers back into the equation. Plunging two fingers into your tight hole and working them at the same fast rhythm as his tongue on your clit.

When your grip on his hair becomes almost too painfully tight, he knows your cumming.

“Shit shit shit shit shit! Ohhhhhhh…!!”

He keeps lapping up every inch of you until he’s sure you’ve ridden out every small inch of your orgasm. Only when your hands fall limply to the bad, does he ease up.

You’re panting, trying to catch your breath as Jimin kisses his way back up your body. He seems just as out of breath as you are, but you can tell that he’s no way near finished with you.

And you would be sourly disappointed if he were.

*

“God you’re so hot!” Jimin breaths, lips hovering above yours, barely touching. He thumbs your lower lip, drawing it down before flicking his tongue across it. Locking his eyes on yours, he holds your gaze as he works his hips between your legs.

Supporting himself on one elbow, he lets the other arm travel behind your body to roughly grab onto your ass cheek, squeezing it tightly as he grinds his pelvis against you, letting his pelvis rub against your still sensitive clit as his cock is nestled deep inside of you.

Lifting, you reach for his mouth, your breast pressing against his sweaty chest. You whimper into his mouth as he slowly begins drawing back his hips and pushing his cock back inside with a hard thrust. He repeats this several times. Each time pushing a little deeper and thrusting a little harder.

Nibbling at your bottom lip, he whispers, “I’m gonna make you cum so hard on my cock.”

“Please!”

“Would you like that?”

“Yes! God yes!”

He forces one of your legs over his shoulder as he moves to sit on his knees, trapping your remaining leg between his. This automatically causes you to roll to your side, changing the position and making him go deeper.

Fisting the sheets, you hold on for dear life as Jimin begins fucking into you at an almost violent pace. He kisses your shin as he uses your leg as leverage to push himself faster and deeper inside of you.

It’s a bruising pace – hard, fast and rough.

“I-I… Jimin!” You hoarsely call out his name as heat washes through your body and the knot in your stomach begins to tighten.

“Shit! Are you gonna cum baby?” His eyes zero in on the way your pussy swallows his cock so desperately, your wall tightening and sucking him in. “Fuck you’re getting so tight!” He whines almost painfully.

You cry out, your orgasm crashing through you like a volcano erupting. Your entire body is convulsing and tingling with the sweet feeling of the release you’ve missed so much. And even when you’re spend and don’t think you can take much more, Jimin keeps going. He fucks you through the waves aftershocks till they subside, and you feel a new knot of fire starting to form.

Your pussy spasms around his cock and it feels like he’s splitting you open. “Oh my fucking god!”

“Fuck! How do you keep getting tighter?!” He throws his head to the ceiling with a deep growl, his fingers digging into your flesh and he slows down to let your both catch your breath.

“Kiss me please,” you manage to stammer out the few words, needing to feel him close to you again.

With your leg still over his shoulder, he leans down on his elbows till he’s able to slot his lips over yours in a sweet kiss. You claim his mouth, your hands cupping his cheeks as your tongue licking its way inside. It’s wet and messy, and Jimin switches his rhythm to match the pace of the kiss. Slowly, he grinds his hips against yours as your mouths make love. It’s a complete switch of mood from what it was mere seconds ago. But none the less, the know forming in the pit of your stomach keeps on growing.

Jimin pick up the pace once again. Frantically, desperately snapping his hips against yours – the sound of your skin slapping together and the squelch of your juices as the pumps in and out, filling the room.

“Fuck,” he breaths and finds your neck, licking a fat stripe from your ear to the juncture between your shoulder and neck. He bits down softly and your face contorts in pleasure, hands scratching down his sweaty back.

You don’t know how he’s able to keep going like this, but you’re not about to tell him to slow down or stop. Not when the tingling feeling of another orgasm starts spreading through your body. But before the feeling can take full flight, Jimin stops to sit up on his haunches, and you whine loudly.

“Noooo!”

He laughs, running a hand through his thick wet locks. “Don’t worry babygirl. I’ve got you.”

And he does. He doesn’t waste a beat and immediately pick up where he left. He spreads your legs wide, his eyes focusing on the way he sinks his cock into your sweet heat, the way you drink up every inch of him. The sight nearly makes him cum on the spot and he has to concentrate real hard not to blow his load inside already. He’s not done with you yet!

Having gone so long without being inside of you, he’s not ready for this to be over!

“Jimin- ah ah ahhhhh- hnnng!” Your back arches off the bed as the crown of his cock rubs against your sweet spot. Jimin responds with his hand on your throat, putting just the right amount of pressure. You can feel your eyes tearing up at the intense amount of pleasure running through your body, he’s everywhere! You can feel him everywhere! And you don’t know how much more you’ll be able to take, feeling spend and used after 2 orgasms already.

“Baby please,” you beg him teary eyed. “Need you to cum!”

Jimin shakes his head, his hair falling over his eyes as determination takes over his features. “Gonna make you cum again!” he rasps, throwing his other hand into the mix as well – using his thumb to draw harsh circles on your clit.

Your hips buck against his touch and the fire in your stomach intensifies to the point of pain. “I-I can’t…” you sob, and you desperately try to find something to grab onto, eventually settling on Jimin’s thighs, your nails digging into his skin. You’re sure that will leave a mark in the morning.

“Yes you can!” Jimin growls, teeth biting into his bottom lip and he begins pounding into your so ruthlessly and desperately. He fucks you so hard and fast, that you’re almost positive that the bed will break.

He squeezes your throat a little harder, making the tears stream down your cheeks – wetting the pillow below you.

“Fucking cum! Cum around my cock baby!” he breathes, leaning down to kiss the tears from your cheeks.

The slight change in position, has his cock reaching so deep inside of you. Your eyes roll to the back of your skull, fingers clawing into Jimin’s back – trying to hold on for dear life as he pounds you to your third orgasm for the night.

“Jimi- fuck…ahhhhhh!” you cry hoarsely, as you cum so hard that spots start dancing in front of your eyes and your breath catches in your throat when Jimin tighten his hold on your throat the slights bit – adding fuel to your already too intense pleasure.

“That’s it,” he grunts, continuing his abuse and fucking you through your orgasm, now chasing his own as well.

“Oh my god, please!”

You’re so desperate to feel him fall apart, to feel him lose control as much as you are. Wrapping yourself around him, you pull him as close as possible, your hands grasping his ass, pushing and pulling him towards you and your hips matching him thrust for thrust.

“Yesssss! Fuck ____, just like that. Just like that,” he chants, and you cry out in relief when you feel his muscles tensing up under your fingers and his cock twitching inside of you as he cums in hot spurts.

He continues to swirl his hips slowly as you both come down from your high. He finds your lips, placing small, sweet pecks of love over and over again as you both try to find your breath.

“That was…” you mumble against his lips.

He cracks a smile, “It was.”

Eventually Jimin stops moving completely, just lying on top of you with his arms caging you in and his hands running lovingly through your sweat soaked hair. You really need a shower before you go to bed. But you stay like that for what feels like an eternity. Just kissing and touching each other. You’re pretty sure you won’t be able to move once you have to get out of bed, your legs feeling completely numb. But at this rate, you’re not even sure you want to get out of bed at all – the way Jimin feels on top of you, his weight pressing you down, the way his cock feels inside of you and his warm cum still filling your-

“Did you come inside of me?” you ask him abruptly, your eyes going as big as saucers.

He looks down to where your bodies are connected, confused for a second. “Did I? I guess I did.”

“Jimin!” You begin to panic, your voice going up an octave. “Fuck! I’m not on the pill!”

Jimin’s entire body stiffens upon hearing your words. “What?!” He still asks, not sure he heard you right.

“I’m not on the pill right now!”

“What? Why? You’ve always been on the pill!” He says, sitting up and pulling out of you. You wince at the slight sting he leaves behind from pounding you so thorough and good.

“Yes, but remember last month when I had my doctor’s appointment because I was having really bad cramps? She told me to stop taking them for a while to see how my body would respond! I clearly remember telling you this and that you needed to wear condoms!”

“WHAT?!” he practically screeches in disbelief, watching as his cum slowly leaks out of your abused entrance. “Fuck fuck fuck fuck, that’s not fucking good!”

[dialovers-translations]

Diabolik Lovers DARK FATE ー Azusa Maniac [09]

ー The scene starts in front of the Mukami Manor

Azusa: ...We’re here at last.

Yui: Eh? ...This is...

( The Mukami manor...? B...But why? )

Azusa: Eve...Why do you look so surprised? 

I told you we were going back home, remember?

Yui: But those Tsukinami’s will come after us if we’re here...

Azusa: There is no need to worry about being attacked. ...Not anymore.

Yui: How...come? 

( In other words, does that mean that Azusa-kun...With Carla-san and Shin-kun...? )

( No way...Did he really? Did Azusa-kun...choose Carla-san over his own brothers? )

Azusa: Come on, Eve. Let’s hurry up and go inside.

ー Azusa walks towards the front door

Yui: ( I don’t understand...I don’t understand you...Azusa-kun! )

*TIMESKIP*

ー The scene shifts to the living room

*Cling*

Azusa: There really is no place like home, don’t you think? (1) It’s been a while since we were able to come back here after all...

Yui: ...

Azusa: ...Yui-san, you don’t want any tea?

Yui: ( ...How can Azusa-kun be this calm and composed? )

( Even though he stabbed everyone...and we don’t even know if they’re still alive. )

...Are you really Azusa-kun? 

Azusa: ...Eh? 

Yui: Aren’t you actually an entirely different person who is disguised as Azusa-kun...?

Azusa: Is that what you think? 

Yui: It’s the only logical explanation...

Azusa: ...I am me, Eve. 

Yui: Azusa-kun...

( ...I can’t believe this. )

( If this is truly Azusa-kun, then how could he bring himself to stab Ruki-kun and the others...? )

( The Azusa-kun I knew loved his brothers dearly and was so very kind... )

Azusa: You still have trouble believing it, don’t you...?

...That I’m the one who stabbed them...

Yui: ーー !!

ー Somebody enters the room

Mertz: ...Hooh. You stabbed your siblings, you say? Is that true? 

Yui: Eh? ...You are...

( His name is Mertz-san, right? We met him at the Tsukinami manor...Which means. )

( Did Azusa-kun really...Go to Carla-san and his brother...? )

Azusa: ...Exactly. 

Mertz: Well, well...Fufu, ahahahaha!

Yui: Eh...? 

Azusa: ...What? 

Mertz: ーー Oh no, my apologies. It is simply so ridiculous, I could not help but laugh. 

I shall ensure that Carla-sama is informed of your deeds. 

...Well then, if you’d excuse me now. 

ー Mertz leaves again

Yui: ( ...First there’s this manor we shouldn’t be able to return to as long as the Tsukinami’s are keeping an eye on us. )

( Then the visit of Mertz-san who apparently works for them. )

( And finally, the things he just said... )

( ...I have a terrible feeling about this. )

Azusa-kun, there’s something I’d like you to tell me...

Azusa: ...Sure, what’s wrong? 

Yui: I just don’t understand. 

What exactly is it you wanted, that it pushed you to such extreme lengths...? 

I’m begging you...Tell me. I don’t want to be left completely in the dark any longer...

*Rustle*

Azusa: ...Eve, you’re shedding tears.

Yui: ...I’m sorry...!

While thinking about you, at some point they just...

( Am I sad...or perhaps just frustrated? I don’t know... )

Azusa: ...

I couldn’t protect you once again...

Yui: ...Eh? 

Azusa: ...I’m powerless. I’ve beaten myself up for that...this whole time. 

Yui: ...Eh? 

Azusa: Even amongst my brothers...I’m the weakest so...I don’t even come close to the Sakamaki’s in terms of strength. 

It was painful to be reminded of that gap between us time after time. Everyone would always tell me that there is no point lamenting over something you do not have but...

Without power, I can’t protect you ー the one thing I simply cannot afford to lose. 

That became very clear to me the day this manor was ambushed...

Yet ーー That wasn’t all. On top of already being powerless, I lost my arm as well. 

When I woke up...Both you and the others seemed very happy. 

Yet...I felt utterly dispirited.

Everything went black in front of my eyes as I wondered how I was going to keep going now...?

Yui: Azusa-kun...

Azusa: Ever since, the feeling of fear that somebody would take you away grew even bigger. 

...I only have my one arm after all...

With just one arm, I wouldn’t be able to properly protect you like I want to. 

No, that’s not all. I can’t even embrace you any more...

Yui: ...!? 

Azusa: That’s why...I began to yearn for power...

Yui: ( Then the reason why he repeatedly protested against the idea of cutting his arm was... )

Selection

→ Not because of his scars? 

Yui: ...It wasn’t for your scars? I thought you didn’t want to part with Justin and Melissa...

Azusa: Justin and Melissa are important to me. ...However, they’re nothing compared to you.

For your sake, I could say goodbye to them. But...

If I lose my entire arm, it’ll only widen the distance between us...

→ ...For me? (♡)

Yui: ...For me? 

Azusa: Exactly...Or maybe not. It wasn’t for you. 

It was for my own sake...

I became desperate, in my attempts not to lose you. 

...Although it all ended in vain...

Yui: ( ...Azusa-kun... )

Azusa: ...I felt restless inside, just from seeing you chat with someone else. 

I was scared of the people who might steal you away from me, loathing them...

...However, I hated myself the most, for even having such thoughts in the first place... 

...If only I had power. It would liberate me from that despicable side of myself, since I wouldn’t have to worry about losing you anymore...

That’s what I thought...

Yui: ...Azusa-kun...

( He looks sad, even from behind... )

ー Yui embraces him

*Rustle*

Azusa: ...!

Yui: ( I can’t find the right words to say...But, at the very least. )

( Let us stay like this for now. )

Azusa: ...Yui-san...

Monologue

I gently wrapped my arms around Azusa-kun,

who had turned his back towards me. 

I can’t believe that Azusa-kun has been tormented (悩んで) this whole time,

having to bear so many different feelings inside of him, all by himself.

Until he told me everything just nowーー

I was completely ignorant. 

If only I had asked him about his innermost feelings (心の内) sooner,

things might have gone differently. 

Or perhaps the more I would have implored,

the more he would have closed his heart off to me? 

...Either way, right now I couldn’t help but feel sad about it.

 ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

Translation notes

(1) More specifically he refers to feeling relaxed/at peace. 

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[thewritetofreespeech]

just read your psycho pass hcs {great btw!} and I need that kogami x reader training scenario in my life! straight or nsfw if you're comfortable with it.

Yes! Yes! Yes! So much yes!!

I went ahead and did both. Sexy is under the cut. I tried to keep it as gender neutral as possible up top but (spoiler alert) it’s fem!reader below. Enjoy!

Kogami Shinya x Reader + Training

The loud, painful sound of your butt hitting the mat echoed through the training gym as you were thrown into the soft surface once again.

"Geez Kogami! You could try to take it easy on me!!" You whine as you rub your backside. Though the mats were softer than the floor, they didn't add that much protection. Coupled with the fact that your ass had been thrown into them more time than you could count at this point, you were going to be sore in the morning.

"Some latent isn't going to take it easy on you in the field." He replied. Serious as ever. Almost seeming miffed you asked for leniency. "You need to be ready for anything when the time comes."

“I’m fine with combatives.” You insist from your spot on the ground. “I just can’t beat you. Cause you have all this training, and built like a superhero, and have all those big muscles-“Don’t change the subject.” Kogami interrupted. Being a brilliant detective, he knows what you’re trying to do.

“Besides,” you continue after a defeated sigh, “it doesn’t matter. I’m not in the field without my Dominator. I can pop off a shot before anyone gets close.”

“Dominator malfunction all the time. Shots miss.”

“I don’t miss.” You insist. Your turn to be miffed.

You’re a better shot than Kogami any day of the week, and he knows it. You have the higher range score out of the two of you. Plus you’re to only one currently on the team long range certified. To imply that you would miss is an insult.

He seems to get that he’d stepped over the line and let out a heavy sigh before pushing his hair back. “I just want you to be ready.” Kogami said. Offering you his hand to help you on your feet. One good jerk and you were back up in front of him, looking into his eyes. Seeing his concern. “I can’t be with you all the time in the field. I know you’re strong. Level headed. But things….they don’t follow the system when you’re in the middle of it.” His vision seemed to cloud for a moment, and you know he’s gone some place bad in that moment, before he comes back to you. “I just want you to be safe.”

You sigh. Defeated. You know this is important to him, and it’s obvious why. He’s extremely protective of you. Unfortunately for Kogami, you’ve both chosen a life that is inherently dangerous. The long-term survival rate for Enforcers was shaky at best. He’s trying to delay the inevitable the one way he knows how.

“Ok. Well, I think I have one more round in me.” You take a step back from Kogami, who seemed surprised, and stretch out your arms before you get into stance. “But this is the last one. After this, we do what I want to do and get frozen yogurt in the caf.”

The dark haired Enforcer smirked and dropped into stance as well. Apparently not dignifying that with a response.

The two of you spar again for a few minutes, and realize that you have picked up on somethings. Kogami is physically stronger and more skilled, but you are more flexible and wily. He’s clearly trying not to hurt you, which is an advantage you can’t let go of. When you lock in a grapple, face-to-face, you struggle for a moment before headbutting Kogami. He let out a noise of pain and obviously staggered. You seize the moment to get your foot between his legs and trip him. This time Kogami’s butt making the loud sound on the mat in the gym as you pin him.

You look down at him, arm braced against his neck, and break out into a huge grin from on top of him. You did it! You finally did it!

You were about to break out into a chant of those exact words when Kogami grabbed you and flipped you over onto the mat quick as a flash. The move made your world spin. To the point that it took you a moment to refocus on Kogami on top of you. His expression wild, with a mixture of pride and hunger as he looked down at you. His gaze making you squirm against the mat.

Suddenly, he surged forward. You half expect him to kiss you, or head butt you in retaliation; either was a possibility with Kogami. He stopped, however, just before sealing your lips. His body straining it seemed to not finish the movement. “My room.”

You blink. Not sure why he stopped. Then he lifted up and his eyes dart over to the corner where one of the cameras were. Oh, right. You’re still in a public portion of the facility, where your movements are being watched and recorded, and it would be a bad idea to do anything here.

The two of you get up from the floor, Kogami taking a moment to adjust his pants, before you hastily leave the gym. 

His room is closer. Which was probably why he had chosen it and why he was choosing it now. You’re at his door in a matter of minutes with how fast you’re walking, and with a quick punch of the key pad your inside. The door had barely slid closed all the way before Kogami had you pinned against it. The metal making a loud sound, but one you can’t seem to care about over the loud sound of your kissing.

It’s hot, and messy, and fast. Fueled with the adrenaline from your sparing match, Kogami seems to want to take his final, and only, loss out on your mouth. His tongue wrestling against your own for dominance. His teeth nipping at your lips. Stealing your breath away so all you can do is moan.

He finally let you go and you’re both panting at the end of it. Exercise and now this had both left the two of you needy for air. But you’re both needy for something else.

The Enforcer took your mouth again passionately, and lifted you up off the wall. His hands find their way to your legs to lift them up. Wrapping them around his waist and keeping them secure with his strong arms before he pulled you away from the wall altogether.

He wandered blindly through his dorm with you in his arms. Still kissing. His hands caressing your backside in your tight gym pants. Cursing now and then when his shins clip into something. Eventually, he made it to his bed. The rumbled bedding hitting your back in a familiar puff of cotton. He never made his bed.

It only then that he pulled away to look at you. His eyes darker in the dim light. Neither of you had bothered to turn on the lights, since you’ve been busy upon arrival. You don’t need them anyway. The ever-present blue glow of the various circuits & inlay boards in the tower walls the only ambient light in the room. Even with out it, you could feel he was looking at you.

A calloused hand reached out to cup your cheek. Caressing it in a strange juxtaposition of the rough way they had been handling you earlier in training. He does this sometimes. Seems to want to memorize your face like it will disappear. Like you’re not real.

When his thumb came across your lips you snap your teeth out to nip at the pad. Not to hurt it. Just a little bite. Kogami hissed before he grinned wolfishly down at you and you’re off again. He leaned down to kiss you once more, but not nearly as long as the other times. He seemed to have other plans. Slowly, he moved from your lips down to your neck, then down further still to the top of your sports bra. Making you moan.

You’re thankful that you’ve decide to wear one of your fancy front zip ones, and decide to throw out all your other types of sports bra as you watch Kogami pull the zip down with his teeth. That cheeky grin on his lips as he watches you watching him and knows you’re getting turned on.

Without the zipper, your bra can’t hold your breasts in any longer. Now it’s Kogami’s turn to moan as he sees them literally burst out of their confines in front of his face with a sassy jiggle. He wasted very little time admiring them before both of his hands come up to envelope both your breasts and squeeze them. Your back arched as he massaged the soft flesh. Your body shivering as his warm breath brushed over them before his mouth encased around your nipple.

He doesn’t seem to mind that you’re still sweaty from your work out. Quite the contrary. The salty taste of your skin seemed to arouse your boyfriend even more. To the point that his hips were rolling against the bed for some kind of release.

“K-Kogami….Shinya.” The Enforcer immediately looked up when you called his first name. No one but you calls him by his name anymore. “I want to make you feel good too.”

You reach for him and Kogami instantly comes up to you. Because he’ll do anything you ask. He kisses you again, less fire, no less passionate, as you reach between the both of you to grab his length through his own training pants. He moaned into your mouth and bucked up against your hand in a low, slow rhythm.

“Feels good.” He breathed into your mouth. In case you needed to hear the words. He’s learned that from you, over time. Sometimes you need to hear the words, not just the action.

You don’t need the words this time, however, as his actions speak volumes. He continues to buck into your hand. His cock unbearably hard under your fingers. You let go for a second to slip your hand down his pants and grasp him firmly, skin on skin, and you both moan.

Kogami obviously from having you touch him directly. While you moan at how hard & hot his cock is in your hand and imagine it inside you. Your pussy tightens in anticipation just at the thought of it.

He lets you pump his cock a few more times, before he seems unable to take it anymore and starts getting you both undressed. His hands are fast and forceful. They quickly strip you down out of your pants and underwear in one hard pull before Kogami was stepping out of his own pants & shirt as well. The hard lines of his chest defined in the low light. No matter how many times you see him like this, it makes you bite your lip.

That hard body was back on top of you in an instant. The feel of your naked skin against each other making you sigh in contentment into the kiss he landed on you.

Your body immediately opens up to him when he fell upon you. And with a well practice shift, and one good thrust, he was inside you.

His thrust start out slow. Long and deep to give you time to adjust to his size; especially since he hasn’t worked you open like he normally would, but he’s so impatient. It lasts only as long as necessary, however, before he shifts into his usual frenzy. Hard and fast. Not that you’re complaining in the least.

“Fuck! God! Shinya! More!” You cry out against his shoulder as you hold on to that hard body like an anchor.

Kogami, in return, just grunts against your ear. He keeps pace for a while before you feel a shutter quake down his back. He was going to cum soon.

Between the adrenaline and how good sex with Kogami is, you’re not far behind. Your body tightens up around him as he finally stops to cum inside you. He doesn’t like to mess up the sheets, and it’s not like you can get pregnant. It’s the worst kept secret at the bureau that they ‘sneak’ Enforcers all kinds of things in their food. All essential vitamins and mineral for healthy hunting dogs, and birth control. So there are no little Enforcers running around.

You lay together for a moment, panting and sweaty again, before Kogami rolled off you.

He reached over to the nightstand for his usual pack of cigarettes and lit one. The smell and faint waft of smoke filling the air. “You did good.”

“With the sex? Thanks.” You tease. Grinning at Kogami’s eye roll.

“I meant with training. You did good. I’m proud of you.”

Your heart both fluttered and swelled at those words: ‘I’m proud of you’. You shift around a little to curl into Kogami’s side and chest. Watching the smoke curl up from his cigarette lazily before disappearing to nothing. “I love you too, Kogami.”

[realcube]

sleepy haikyuu!! headcanons pt 2 💤

part one here

characters: kyōtani, tsukishima, bokuto

tw// swearing, sexual references

Kentarō Kyōtani

he’s a deep sleeper in both ways

he’s not easily woken up and he cares deeply about his sleep

it’s the only time when nobody is annoying him 

so it takes a lot to wake him up

(you still somehow manage to do it though; one time he chased you around the house bc you woke him up early on a weekend)

honestly- after that, sometimes you just wake him up early to take the piss

however, you might think of ‘early’ as 6-8AM but in mad dog time, ‘early’ is considered to be from 11AM-1PM

anyway, that’s when sleeping with him becomes in issue

bc he does not let go 

he prefers being the big spoon so he can hold you as close as he wants and he holds you tight so he feels like he’s protecting you 🥺

but the issue arises when he doesn’t let go in the morning

if you want to get up at a normal time in the morning, be prepared to have to wrestle kyōtani to escape his firm grip

‘kyōtani,’ you cooed, tracing a heart on the back on his hand with your index finger,  ‘can you let me go? i need to make breakfast.’

if it’s not something kyōtani deems important, he’s not letting go 

so in this case, he kept hold of you bc erm what’s more important? him or some toast?

he has his chin resting on your shoulder, giving him access to pepper your cheek in light, soft kisses 

you don’t really mind being with him for a little longer though -mostly bc when he is drowsy in the morning is usually the only time you get to see a softer side of him

most of the time, his kisses are passionate, rough and heated so you can’t help but find these little pecks extremely adorable

(however, if you mention these more sweet actions to him while he is awake, he’ll act as if you’re delusional)

and nobody has enough energy/strength to push him away first thing in the morning so ofc you just give in eventually and let him cuddle you until he wakes up

Kōtarō Bokuto

ok- pls don’t be mad at me when i say this- but i think bokuto kicks in his sleep 🙊

LIKE HE HAS SO MUCH PENT-UP ENERGY WHERE DOES IT GO?!?!?!?

(unless he’s had a hard day at practise or a match, then he’ll be fine)

but on a regular day mf will be doing sleeping taekwondo on your ass

so one of the only cuddle positions that work for y’all is big spoon/little spoon and you have to be the big spoon or else your shins with be abused 

there was that one time when y’all fell asleep while hugging on the couch and you woke up with bruised knees smh 

ALSO he didn’t even know that he kicks in his sleep until you were walking around the house and he noticed the bruises on your legs 

‘oh my god! (Y/N)! WHO DID THIS TO YOU?!?!’ he yelled, on his knees in front of you, hugging your legs

you just stood there and looked him like ◉_◉

‘YOU! YOU DID THIS TO ME!’

:o he was shocked and appalled after you explained to him that he kicks in his sleep

he insisted that you tie his legs together so he wouldn’t hurt you :’(

but you reassured him that it’s fine 😇

Kei Tsukishima 

when you can’t sleep, sometimes you’ll text him in the middle of the night like ‘you up?’

and he’ll reply with something along the lines of ‘go to sleep, stupid.’ but i mean, clearly he is awake too so that’s a bit hypocritical

you’d reply ‘i can’t sleep :/’

and tsukishima just stays up until unreasonably late times, so he could probably fall asleep if he wanted to but now that you’ve told him that you can’t sleep, he won’t be able to rest knowing that he could’ve helped you 

so ofc he lies, ‘i can’t sleep either tbh. do you want to call?’

and as soon as you pick up the phone, his interrogation begins 

‘are you alright?’

‘why can’t you sleep?’

‘what happened?’

‘are you feeling sick?’

‘do you need me to come over?’

‘is there anything you want to talk about?’

and he asks all these questions, while trying his best to hold up the façade that he doesn’t care deeply about anybody

however, he knows himself that he probably cares about your wellbeing more than he cares about his own

you explain to him that he has nothing to worry about and how you just don’t feel tired 

silently, he promised himself that he wouldn’t end the call until you had fallen asleep

but he couldn’t think of any way that he could assist you in sleeping when he wasn’t beside you, so he just decided to continue writing his essay on his laptop, allowing you to enjoy the sounds of him quickly typing away through your earbuds

around an hour had passed and you were silent on the other line, staring up at your ceiling and your breathing too shallow for the mic to pick up

so, after getting lost in his writing, he had kinda forgotten that he was on a call

then, he did something..extraordinary 

he began lightly humming the tune of jealous (by eyedress) under his breath - a catchy song that’d been stuck in his head for ages

something like that might not seem too out-of-the-ordinary but you don’t think you’ve ever heard him hum, sing or do anything melodical before 

it was quite adorable though (❤´艸｀❤)

it took every bone in your body to resist making a single sound to ensure that he wasn’t reminded of your presence bc if he was, he’d undoubtedly stop 

so you admired it silence 

he didn’t stop at just the chorus though, he hummed the whole thing and despite the fact it wasn’t an especially long song, tsukishima increased it’s length by occasionally pausing to divert his attention onto the edits he was making in his essay

this gave you enough time to fall asleep to the sweet sound of his low voice purring a nice song into your ear 

(occasionally accompanied by the satisfying noise of him tapping the keys on his keyboard)

he was only reminded of the fact he was on call with you when he heard your heavy breathing into the mic 

when i tell you almost dropped dead with embarrassment-

he literally would’ve cursed both you and himself out on the spot if it wasn’t for the fact your even, light breathing led him to believe that you were asleep

 so he simply ended the call - the satisfaction from knowing that he helped you falling asleep equalling the embarrassment he felt from humming in front of you

y’all never discussed this again for each other’s sake but you both know it happened and hold it as a dear memory 

[shesawriter39049]

|PRIVATE SHOW|M|

Pairing: Taehyung X Reader

SMUT/LIGHT ANGST

About-Just a casual lunch outing where Tae’s trying to do his job and your trying to get him off under the table with your shoe...nothing new!

OR- Tae and yourself are grabbing lunch at 71 Above, after checking out the last couple of venues for the company's end of the year Holiday party. While at said restaurant, it becomes a humbling reminder that the most important people in your life are essentially a secret...cute!

WC:5k

WARNINGS: Public sex -ish( A foot-job under the table) dirty talk, teasing, light edging, frontage (kinda), overstimulation, Tae comes in his YSL leather pants, mentions of Oral (Male receiving), Tae is somewhat submissive, whilst also being a little shit. “Baby boy/Good boy” Kink

DNA Era Tae meets 2020 Tae

Tae is her baby and also her Executive Assistant

He just wants to hold her hand tbh

NOTE: This is a stand alone smut drabble within my OT7 poly universe called “7 DEEP”. Short AU SUMMARY: Your husband Namjoon and yourself run a successful Adult Film Entertainment Company called “Onyx” with your 5 best friends from college who you also happen to be in an open relationship with! P.S. If you’re new here Kookie joins the party a little later….

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“So” Musing over your cocktail glass “Thoughts on the last place?”

Eyeing the man sitting across from you intently who’s clearly in the holiday spirit. Dressed in a deep red silk button-down, apparently, he’s taken a page out of Jimin’s book considering it’s barely buttoned, to begin with! Honestly, he’d be better off not even wearing one at all at this rate.

Smoky silver locks messily styled out of his face showcasing those bushy yet sculpted brows of his. One of your favorite past times has become watching Tae become more confident as he grows into himself. No longer finding the need to hide behind his long shaggy bangs, though you can’t; lie, you do kinda miss him looking like the puppy he truly is deep down. However this, version of Tae just hits different, your baby boy looks like a whole ass man and you’ll never get over it!

God the things you endlessly wanna do to him…..even after all these years....

You watch Tae sigh almost miserably over a mouthful of lobster mac which seems completely out of place considering the way the dish in question smells…“Honestly?”

Offering a curt nod, encouraging him to continue as you welcome yourself to his plate! The amount of cheese that’s trickling from your fork is actually disrespectful!

“It was cute, I liked how big the lot is, and more importantly how spaced out the spots are! You know how rich people get about people being too close to the damn cars!” Rolling his eyes as if he in he’s excluded from that category and you can’t help but scoff.

“Tae you technically are one of those people at this point. Just like...yesterday actually, you almost ripped Jackson’s balls off for bumping into your rearview mirror but carry on.” Flicking your fork in his direction, ignoring the sharp glare he sent your way in the process.

This time around I think both of his eyes managed to roll in different directions, again, Jimin’s wearing off on him! “Anyway, yeah, I don’t know, I liked the space, the exposed brick beams in the ceiling was cool. Kinda gave it a homey vibe which is fitting….”

You could hear it hanging off his tongue, he sounds very, “meh” about it, so you opt fil in the blank. “Butttt??”

“Butttt, I -It felt like...like I was forcing myself to like it…” Slouching down into his seat, features a little uneasy, as if him not liking the venue was a direct insult to the owner personally! You on the other hand you let out a bated breath that you weren’t even aware was being held, eyes wide shining with relief.

“Oh thank fuck” Hand slamming down absently along the table, “I thought it was just me, and I felt like such an ass too because-”

“They were so sweet” Came in unison, both of you almost cooing as you said it! Hands placed dramatically over your heart as you reclined against your chair.

“So sweet,” Tae parroted in a light pout,”I mean they were literally wearing matching loafers Y/n. Matching” Idly jading a fork into his side salad in a way that’s borderline concerning actually, a tad bit aggressive over there!

” But it just-I don’t know, I guess will always think like those broke college kids at heart” Flashing you a brief glowing smile that you can’t help but return, humming in agreeance.

“Which isn’t a bad thing, per say, the mentality definitely keeps us humbled! But there’s time and place for that attitude and honestly I just wasn’t feelin it! At least not in comparison to the others we’ve seen, it wasn’t fighting the vibe were going for. Regardless of how good the offer is” Shrugging over another mouth full of food and you there’s not much else for you to say because that was your consensus exactly.

Basically, once the two of you showed up, the cute little husband and wife duo offered you a deal which would essentially consist of them renting you the space for next to nothing. In exchange, they’d want you to post a couple of ads via your company and personal social media accounts as promo. Your initial thought outside of just thinking they were utterly adorable was how much money you’d save...but as Tae said, thankfully that’s not really a concern anymore, if you wanted you can get it!

Easily…discounts and barters aside, just a flick of the wrist and it’s yours!

“True, also can we just take a moment to talk about how aesthetically pleasing the Valentine was though?” Tossing your head back with a dramatic groan “I mean fuck you already know the way I feel about industrial spaces, the high, glass ceiling, all the greenery..” Eyes rolling to the back of your head with a slight moan…as you envision the space. Especially how moody and sexy the overall venue would look with thousands of lights cascading from the glass ceilings.

Clearly the venue was doing ....a lot for you right now!

Brow cocked at the blatant...enthusiasm surrounding the location in question “Mmm, well that’s something...interesting to add to the kink list, just when I thought I’d explored every avenue, but apparently not.” Voice low, teasing, head cocked to the side, a shit eating grin plastered along his lips, as he swirls his tongue along the tip of his straw in a way that’s……

“ I guess we’re adding “industrial spaces” to the list. Noted.” Smirking around his drink like the little shit he is!

Right, you may or may not have crossed your legs at the sudden drawl laced within his delivery but not before, kicking his shin with the tip of your heel, “You little shit” Rolling your eyes at the way he dramatically rubs the side of his leg, hitting you with straight puppy dog eyes as he pouts over at you as if you actually caused serious damage!.

Leaning forward a little so you don't have to try as hard to whisper, the notion has your breast essentially sitting on top of the table. Not that they weren’t already on full display in your dress or anything. Hand slipping beneath the table, landing on his kneecap. “What? Suddenly you don’t like a little pain?” Tone blatantly teasing whilst ghosting your nails agonizingly slow up his inner thigh, and his entire body goes rigid at the sensation. Tae’s always been extremely...

“God, your still so sensetive....” You weren’t intending for that to come out in the form of a moan but considering the one that fell from his lips in return...you ain’t mad about it! 100% dialed in to the way his eyes are fluttering, jaw tight, trying his damndest to play it cool, especially once the waitress makes eye contact silently asking if the two of you need anything. “Takes so little Hmm?”’

Flashing him a quick smile, waving her off for the time being, far too focused on another task to entertain anyone else right now!  Only stopping your ministrations once your fingers land right beneath his balls.

“This place is very well lit, I like the hue, it’s casting a good soft-light, especially the way it’s bouncing off your complexion...” Eyes cascading against the ceiling, tone casual, until your eyes drop....

“You’d look so fuckin good, coming for me right now...” The words purr off your tongue, flashing him a cheeky little wink, and poor Taehyung chokes on his martini!

“You know how much you love being watched...I could have you making a mess all over yourself and no one would even know. ” Not even trying to hide the smirk playing on your lips when you can already feel the tension in the room rise. “My own little private show...” Eyes wicked as your fingers wander a little higher, gently pressing your palm down around his dick. Rubbing tauntingly, the touch isn't enough through the thick leather, however it does instantly make his length swell in the confines of his pants! We all know this….underwear is nonexistent in Tae’s world! “Kinda brings me back to our college days...” Teeth sinking into your bottom lip at the mere memory...you getting Tae off whilst in the lecture hall full of 300 plus students. 

Regardless of the deer in headlights look flashing across his face his legs still spread apart, hips bucking forward because well as we just said...baby boy loves being watched. This however, prompts you to once again change positions, now digging your nails into the back of his thighs before letting the tips of your fingers tickle free. Coly bringing them back above surface to take another languid  sip of your drink, tossing a strand of hair over your shoulder.

Ya know, I can’t say you’re surprised by his reaction, baby boy can dish it but sure can’t take it, neck and chest flushing to rival his shirt! Banging on his sternum in an attempt to reroute the liquor burning his lungs.

“Jesus-fuc-Y/n!” You have the nerve to hum inquisitively, only this time for his sanity he humors you! “Can you like not go from asulting me to-” Looking over his shoulder before dropping his voice down to a whisper “Stroking my dick, and offering to get me off under the table, all in the span of a nanosecond!?” The plea hissed through clenched teeth but the complaint was half hearted at most! Well aware his dicks already throbbing in his pants at the thought alone! “Fuck me” Sucking in a harsh breath, as he raked his fingers through his scalp.

“Well…” Tonguing at your inner cheek, eyes fluttering away as if you were in deep thought… “In my defense you kinda started it, bringing up my kink list like I don’t own a whole ass porn company!” Propping your chin on your palm, gaze locked and loaded “Like I wasn’t thinking about tainting that sweet innocent couple by letting them watch as I dropped to my knees, letting you fuc-”

“Y/n!” He actually attempts to sound almost applauded, like he doesn’t love how absolutely filthy your mouth is. However there’s a silent little “please” playing on his tongue, no matter how threatening he tried to sound.

You giggled, straight up giggled, reclining in your seat, amused, and somewhat satisfied so you let him be, for the time being anyway. Though you may have eaten your angel hair pasta in a very obscene manner, every now and then you’d sinfully suck the noodles through your overly glossed lips! However, if he dared to clock you on it you’d just simply note that it was your way of not messing up your makeup….

The two of you finish your lunch in comfortable silence, making small talk here and there, a mixture of work and bullshit until Tae’s phone goes off with a couple text notifications.

A low hum rattling in the back of his throat as he eyes the message from Hoseok. Subconsciously Tae reaches across the table, intertwining your fingers before bringing your knuckles up to his lips. Grazing them with his lips casually as he scrolls through his phone.

“Alright  baby, so, I have a list ready, we have a couple brands that wanna work with us for the party. Seoks already narrowed it down to the ones that are actually worth discussing however-“

Honestly, it took both of you a minute to even realize what was going on, the skinship was second nature at this point. It wasn’t until his thumb grazed over your wedding band that the notion even resonated! Tae and yourself were a good two drinks in, feelin all warm and fuzzy and got caught up in the moment! Temporarily forgetting that you were in the middle of a restaurant in Downtown LA! Forgetting that the Kim currently caressing your knuckles and calling you baby is not the one you're technically married to! It may seem minor in retrospect, but you’ve always tried to stop yourselves from getting comfortable, with being comfortable in certain locations if that makes sense! You slip up one to many times and the next thing you know it happening in the office or on the red carpet!

Taehyung’s eyes grow almost comically wide, straight panic flashes over those big brown orbs of his and your heart sinks as you watch his head whip around, checking to make sure no one caught the interaction. It was almost painful how quickly he disconnected from you as his entire face dropped and no, just no!

“Hey...hey no it’s fine, it’s like 2 in the afternoon on a Tuesday! Not to mention we’re tucked in a booth in the corner ,we’re good, nobody heard or saw you…” Voice calm and quiet, trying to come off comforting, flashing him a weary smile. Reaching across the table to thumb at his palm, and it would be a lie to say you didn't also check over your shoulder before hand as well’

A dry almost bitter chuckle leaves his throat as he flinches away, tossing the fork down on his plate sliding it halfway across the table indicating he is more than done eating. Flicking the bridge of his nose with his index finger, jaw twitching, “Yeah, lucky me huh? I actually got to hold your hand for all of two seconds before we realized I’m techionally not allowed to do that unless were in fuckin I don’t know Alaska!” 

He’s agitated, and with every right to be, even if he is being a little dramatic. Thankfully he’s keeping his voice low, but you can feel how tight his throat is, the amount of grit laced within his tenor has your eyes bugging out of there socket.

“Bab- “ It was a reflex, whenever he’s upset it’s just what falls from your lips, and he gives you a look, almost as if to say “How fucking dare you” ! The level of hurt the pet name just rendered within his eyes is- 

Eyes sharp, brows furrowed “Noo, nooo, we literally just went through this. That’s not the way it works for us in this kinda setting” Flailing his arms around to reference the restaurant. “Wrong Kim” Well damn. “So it's Tae in public remember!?” Brow quirked accusingly, he’s abating this entire situation, almost like he wants you to snap, a second away from whisper yelling! “ Or maybe I should say Taehyung, hell  just use my full government while your at it. Let’s make it real impersonal, Mr. Kim maybe?” Head cocked to the side as if he’s being genuine and not a total smartass right now. 

You-he’s ...hurt, and you get that, hell you respect that, but Lunch at 71 Above is not the time or place for this conversation. You’re trying to approach this on a more rational level, however the condescending delivery is making it hard, and your only human. Eyes rolling to the back of your head before you can even catch yourself and that little gesture seems to be what officially set him off!

You can physically see the tension within his face... “I’m gonna go get some air, I might actually call a Uber or somethin,.” The words trailed off his lips low in mumbled but clear enough to be heard because that’s ultimately what he wanted to begin with. 

There was something in his eyes you couldn’t read, a combination of anger/hurt mixed another emotion you can’t quite pinpoint! But whatever it is, you fuckin hated it! Throat running painfully dry as watch him slide his chair out and even though realistically you know at max he’s headed home...Still the gesture alone is gut wrenching because you know this runs deeper than just this situation!

“Tae” His name leaves your throat as more of a warning, reaching up to take an almost possessive grip on his wrist. Fingertips landing on the edge of his Cartier bracelet, the one you're both wearing actually, same arm and all!

A deep labored breath shutters from his chest at the contact, thighs feelin like a newborn fawn, gaze hesitantly meeting yours. “Tae, baby” Daring to use the endearment again regardless of your current surroundings “Sit back down so I can order us dessert and we can discuss whatever you want...just-please” The ending whisked off your tongue so faint your almost wondering if he even heard you!

Taehyung narrows his eyes, teeth clenched, tongue nudging his inner cheek! “I’m not really in the mood for cake right now Y/n. To be honest I just wanna leave” You know he’s aiming for dry but instead he lands somewhere around defeated , which makes it even worse. You’re both well aware this is not truly about cake, it’s about his constant need to run away from shit!

Sliding your fingers down his wrist, interlocking your fingers, giving them a firm squeeze. Eyes locked with his “Then you can get whatever you want, but I need you to just be here right now, I really, really need you to sit here, and just breathe through this with me.”

He’s know what your really asking is for him not to run away for once!

A faint little “Whatever” Leaves his lips and then he’s dead silent, silent as he slides his chair out, remaining as such for what feels like hours, and it has your heart beating painfully hard against your ribcage. It’s almost like he’s not even here, eyes fixated on some random painting on the opposite side of the restaurant, chewing at his inner cheek until....

“I’m sorry…” He admits after a baited breath, stroking your palm with his thumb gently, you can see him working over his thought’s in his head before speaking. ”I can’t - fuck I never know when I’m going to get all in my feels with shit like this, sometimes it just sucks harder than others I guess” The curt little shrug that leaves his shoulders let’s you know how uncomfortable he is, Tae’s overall persona suddenly seems mounds smaller in this moment. Anxiously stroking the back of his own neck “But....I shouldn't have come at you like that! That was fucked on my behalf and for that I’m truly am sorry ! This isn't all on you, or Joon we all-”Gazing over his shoulder before continuing “There’s just- there’s a lot, we have families and it’s just, I shouldn’t have snapped at you like that, ...”

Dropping his voice a little lower “I just fuckin love you” There’s a timid smile playing on his lips “and if the offer still stands I would really fuckin like chocolate cake…”

You actually snort, that’s your first instinct because only Tae, but the plus is it lightens the mood  immensely! The sudden outburst triggers that full boxy grin to come into play and god your so damn  enamored by this man it’s actually sad. Bringing his knuckles up to your mouth, grazing them past your lips like he did yours moments prior. “I love you too, and chocolate cake sounds fuckin amazing, and liquor, we need new drinks, actually we need an entire bottle! ” You laugh and then so does Tae, suddenly your holding hands and laughing together and everything else just seems so miniscule in the moment.

~~~~~

So, here’s the thing...being a CEO of one of the top Adult film entertainment companies is not on the same level as like..I don’t know….

Owning a high-end clothing company, or being a reality star or something. Your field is praised just as highly as it is tabooed, so with that being said, it’s not like your the top topic on E-news, or on Business Digest. You still have a strong sense of normality, point blank you’re not that important. It’s not as common for outsiders to know the high rollers within the porn industry the way it is in other fields!

However there's another avenue to factor in where the 7 of you are concerned, and that’s the world of social media, and that’s a completely different world entirely! One that’s heavily intertwined in your state in particular, living playing, and working in LA….I mean let’s get real, shit not normal here, by any means!

You’re a 26-year-old wealthy CEO, that goes to work in a Ferrari, cute little bodycons, Louboutin's, and Chanel bags! Your executive assistant is Tae for fucks sake, he looks like a model his damn self , on the surface your life is an aesthetically pleasing wet dream. An influencer without even trying for the title, if your 2.7 million followers are at all telling! So in the public eye, especially when out in Downtown LA..you try to be discreet.

Just last week Jimin was hanging all over you while walking through Saks and one of your mutual followers stopped to ask for a picture. Again this isn’t a daily occurrence, you’re not comparing yourself to Rhianna, but it’s why you do move with a slight air of caution when in your city! You literally live in a place where people become famous for running into walls, nevertheless owning their own business!

The world knows you’re married to Namjoon, and to be honest there’s numerous reasons the other aspect of your dynamic stays hidden! More than just the obvious….

However there’s been rumors circulating over the years, or at least now that Hollywood’s decided you hold some relevance! Ones pertaining your your sexuality, typically the tabloids assuming it, insulating your swingers, or that Namjoon’s bi.  A Lot of these narratives circle back from your college days though, old classmates trying to slip tea to the media. Stories of when you could go to a party and it didn’t matter if you were sandwiched between Namjoon and Yoongi at the same damn time! Not to mention the dark side of social media where nothing ever truly dies, so yeah there are some questionable photos floating around. Luckily nothing recent enough to truly add fuel to the fire but you know deep down it’s only a matter of time!

One could argue it adds allure to the overall dynamic, especially considering your line of work, and maybe it wouldn’t matter if the boys were just casual thirds...but they’re not! They’re so much more than that and that’s what makes this hard, because well in laymen’s terms...people just fucking suck! So as heartbreaking as it is, where your other boys are concerned, in the public eye at least your “relationship” holds a strong air of mystery!

It’s the little things ya know? Like now for example, the fact that he could've easily gotten a foot job under the table but has to walk on eggshells about holding your hand at times! Shit just sucks sometimes, there’s no other way around it!

~~~~~~~

The two of you don’t really talk much until the dessert comes, more drinks and a bottle is in fact ordered as well! The silence felt a little more bearable this time around, busying yourselves on your phones. A very minor but significant change, is the fact that you still haven’t let go of his hand, even once the waitress returns. The simple notion has his entire dementor shifting! Fingers still tightly bound together and your chest flutters seeing the way he flushes almost bashfully at such minor PDA! Like the two of you didn’t hook up in the back of a club in London two months ago! Like you literally weren’t palming him under the table! Yet here he is blushing at openly holding your hand!

So fuckin cute!

Eventually two pieces of molten chocolate crepe cake gets brought over and holy fuck! Both moaning in unison as the pastry hits the table...

“Oh my goddd, we have to take a piece home for Jin, the like...convince him to learn how to make it!” You watch Tae’s eyes roll to the back of his head as he laces his lips around the fork! Groaning out in agreeance once the mixtures of pure sin hit his tongue.

“K...now back to , these sponsors...” Prompting over a mouth full of cake, not that you wouldn’t love to sit here and chill all day but you do have a 4pm conference call!

You watch as Tae glances down at your intertwined fingers, and his fork....realizing ones gotta go so he can pick up his phone and you physically coo back at him, melting into your set once he opts to drop the fork instead of your hand. Purposely avoiding your glance once he noticed the look on your face, nose scrunched and all!

“Right, so Uber reached out, more specifically Uber Luxxe, looking to send us 4 cars of our choice in exchange for a couple post. Spread out between IG, Twitter and Snap, I’m personally all for this one. The contract doesn’t seem excessive and I like that the post won’t feel forced! I mean realistically we were going to hire a driving service regardless! However something to also consider is our lack of filter when drinking! I mean...”Flailing his phone between the two of you as if to give an example, obviously referencing the little slip up moments prior. At least he can joke about it a little “So realistically, would we feel more comfortable with a private car service where there’s a contract involved as opposed to just some random?”

Tae just went full EA, out of nowhere and honestly ...

You blinked at him, almost dazed, fork halfway to his mouth because, what?! . “You sound so professional right now, it’s so fuckin hot.”

Tae choked on nothing but straight air before blushing profusely. “Baby-I mean-Y-“

You didn’t even flinch, continuing, unperturbed. “Nah, actually I think I’m in the mood to be baby right now!” Eying him wickedly “Your jaw just gets really tight, and your voice gets all low and raspy! It happens during meetings too, it’s really fuckin sexy! Reminds me of the way you sound when your lips are pressed into the side of my neck when we fuck.” It's just the casualness of it all, you sound like your ordering another appetizer and Tae’s about to choke on his dessert. 

The grip he has on your hand is almost painful right now, “But don’t mind me, I’m just sitting here writing out my next script in my head, carry on. What rental service did you have in mind? Or did someone already reach out as well?”

It’s the way you just went from talking about Tae, being balls deep to sponsorships all in the span of a comma! In the words of your best friend you are pure chaos.....

Tae groans  head hanging in defeat and your lips curl into a smirk, brow quirked in his direction.

“It’s the way I hate it here sometimes...” Snatching his hand away to jab his fork into the neglected pastry.

“Ah huh” You roll your eyes crossing your arms over your chest before leaning back. “Right, again let’s not act like you didin’t start this, both here and at the venue.” Leaning over the table again licking your lips “Don’t act like you weren’t eye fucking me the entire time, or the way you’d accidentally brush against me as we walked through the building. You’ve been practically begging for it all day.”

Tae just stares back at you, mind momentarily blank, stomach shifting into knots, letting the fork drop from those delicate fingers of his! Mouth opening and closing like a fish straight outta water...

“Did you think about it too? The acoustics in that place were fuckin insane, the way it would just echo through as you made me cum would just- fuck”  You continued adding that lethal little purr back into your voice! “Or even better the way you’d sound, you don’t even know how bad I wanted to drop-“

“Y/n”

“Baby.” Phrasing the word borderline as a threat “Would you have liked that baby boy?” Cocking your head to the side, tongue teasing your bottom lip “Me on my knees for you looking up at you all pretty, letting you hold my hair and fuck my throat until you came straight into my mouth?”

Speaking of mouths' your just straight fuckin-mayhem ...and it’s making Taehyung’s brain feel like it’s melting through his ears! But god should we be surprised though?

It’s never taken much with you....

You’ve always been just what he needs and a little bit more than he can take all in one! You haven’t even touched him yet and he feels a moan creeping up his throat! Especially as he watches you swirl the tip of your tongue over the whipped cream on the edge of your fork, sucking it between your overly glossed lips in the most obscene manner.

Eyes locked and loaded, a second away from drooling, “Fuck, yeah,” He stutters breath hitching on his lungs, heat coursing through his skin. Tae’s veins literally feel like they’re on fire, subtly trying to shift in his seat to readjust himself! Glancing subconsciously out of his peripheral, the restaurant still chill and half empty. The waitress on the opposite end of the room attending to another couple!

“You always look so damn good with my cock down your throat, and my cum on your tounge. God, especially when I wrap my hand around your throat and I can feel you swallowing down around my-” Your tongue’s swirling all over this damn fork, and he can feel every flick your tongue against his dick, and it’s just...fuck!  Not to mention once you accidently spilled some whipped cream on your lips, which you took your time licking off as well.  “Jesus-Fuck, Y/n!!” Taehyung’s voice is dripping with arousal, and you already know he’s leaking all over the place.

“Yeah?” Humming around the form before setting it to the side “ You like the way I look when I’m chocking on your cock?” These questions are all rhetorical, your an ass “Or how about when I get a little messy because I can’t fit it all in my mouth?” Your eyes darken, words coming out over low gasps of air, almost as if your just as aroused as he is and that’s because you are!

“Your always such a good boy for me, so helpful too holding my hair back, guiding my mouth until you hit the back of my throat...holding me in place until I gag. You know how much I love when you get rough with me ..” Tae feels the sole of your red buttons tease up his thigh, shifting between his legs. The transition was so damn smooth it catches him off guard, instinctively wanting to push away but instead...

“You’d be loud for me too wouldn’t you? Show them how good you look falling apart for me, how good you look when you come down my throat....The way your eyes roll-”

“Holy-fuck Baby” Aggressively running his palms over his face until it’s matching his shirt “Please don’t do this to me right, now, if your gonna give it to me then fuckin let me have it but I cant-.”

You can’t help but smile back at him, so fond it almost seems out of place in the moment. “I’ll give you whatever you want Tae...you know this. You just gotta promise you’ll be good for me, we can’t draw-”

“I’m always good” He damn near growled at you, eyes daring you to say otherwise and well, who were you to deny Tae of what he wants!?Gently pressing your foot at the base of his cock, a satisfied smirk playing on your lips upon feeling that your boys already fully hard.

It’s the way the two of you are just casually in one of LA’s boujeiest restaurants and your deadass about to give him a foot job in Louboutin’s! Yup, your life had turned into a porno,  you’ve officially made it!

“Kay, so back to that list of sponsors, first off I completely agree, as much as I love our contact at Uber I’d prefer an actual car service for something like that.” Here you go again the queen of the switch up, you’re back to discussing work yet there’s still a slight moan in your tenor. Breathy and light and Tae feels like all the airs being sucked from his lungs.

Tae shifts, spreading his thighs even further, shuddering out a bated breath as you point your toe, dragging it up and down! It’s a peep-toe so that alone allows you a little more flexibility! Pressure intentionally light so it’s just enough to have him on the brink of begging! But instead of doing so, he picks up his phone, hands shaky and all and continue doing his job as requested!

“Right..” Clearing his throat not sure why he currently sounds like he’s going through puberty again but K...  “I’ll let Hobi know, maybe we can do something we’re we use them while planning this party or something! Since you vetoed a party planner will have a lot more running around to do! Realistically outside of Joon and Jin we all have coupes anyway...so it’s not like we can carry much!”

Mmm, always the innovator, even when all the blood and airs being rushed to his dick! You feel him try and slide forward, chasing after the stimulation.

“Ohhh, I really like that, and like you said it still feels somewhat organic because realistically our cars aren’t efficient for something like that”  You press down harder against his cock almost as a reward “Good boy, what’s next?” Nodding towards his phone and it takes every ounce of self control he had to swallow down the moan laying on his tongue.

Eyes struggling to stay ajar as you continuously rub your foot up and down his length. Now applying more prominent pressure with the ball of your feet! Movement stealth from the waist up so you don’t draw attraction to yourself.

“Tae Tae” The nickname falls from your lips singsong like, and far too innocent for the demon seed you are. “Next?”

He doesn't even know what to really do except follow instructions, so he just nods, scrolling through his phone. “There was also a couple brands wanted to oh fuck-“ Gasping as you pick up your pace, damn near dropping his phone into the plate beneath him.

Face splitting into an amused grin, a hint of something wicked playing on your lips. Eyes gleaming with mischief, you watch those long, delicate fingers flex, clearly struggling this time around to bite back the moan like he needs to! Hands shaking as your continue working him at a merciless pace. Rubbing faster, harder, utilizing the rounded point on the head of your heel to press right against what your assuming is Tae’s tip by the way he shudders. Thighs shaking as he grips the edge of the table for dear life!

“Oh my godddd” Tae manages to just mouth the words as opposed to screaming them the way he desperately wants too. Tugging on his own scalp, trying to just do something to get himself busy!

“You fuckin love this....” It’s not even a question, more of a consensus!

Your eyes haven’t left his once, watching intently as you swirl your tongue around the straw before taking a sip. Moaning around it because well ya know, the drinks just that damn good apparently.

God his skin feels like it’s on fire, every stroke of your foot has him feeling like he’s coming undone!

He’s trying to focus, on his surroundings, this damn list everything but he can’t he just fucking can’t! Thankfully it’s you, and he trust you with everything he has, so his subconscious is somewhat at ease with all of this because he knows you got him!

“Yeah,fuck yeah you already know you can do anything to me” He states plainly, the most stable his voice has sounded in god knows when “Whatever you want” Gaze heavy through hooded lashes, looking straight at you with steady sinful eyes.

“Mmm, and always want it don’t you baby? Always...:”

He bites back a moan nodding, and then his phone rings, of course his phone fucking rings and it’s coming from the office because why the fuck not?!

“Answer” The command was simple, clearly no room for debate and hs eyes go wide,

“Baby” Complaining with a hint of a whine in his voice and when you don’t seem to give a damn....

“Yeah?”Jaw tight, nostrils flared as he picks up the phone. Adrenaline flies through his veins, pressure building in his gut as you relentlessly keep your pace intact! Pressing harder and deeper into all the right places until he’s coughing around Moans to try and cover it up!

Dropping his head slightly, propping it on his elbow as he squeezes the bridge of his nose between his fingers. “ Welp, That's where it would be so if you don’t see any were out, email me a list and I’ll make a Amazon-“

Taehyung’s chest heaves painfully tight, breathing becoming more erratic with every stroke and yes clearly there’s a strong voyeurism kink within this man! So as crazy as it may sound , the combination of the restaurant, and this phone call ?!

Yeah, he’s not gonna last!

Slouching down completely against the back of the booth, thighs spreading to full capacity. Fingers tangled in his Smokey locks holding his bangs out of his face. Eyes shut , jaw tight, neck slightly reclined, though to the naked eye he’d just appear to be on a very unpleasant phone call! When in all actually he’s finally just letting himself fall apart beneath your touch!

Eyes fluttering open just enough to glance down at you in a way that had you feeling like you could come right with him. Your gaze is Just as heavy as his, lips darting out to wet your lips though your throats suddenly what’s running dry!

Tae’s lips part slightly, though he’s falling apart he’s giving it right back to you. Hitting you with those sinfully needy fuck me eyes! The same ones you see when your riding and edging him until he’s coming tenfold! His breathing comes stagnate every time your foot moves and Tae finds himself gnawing down on his bottom lip to stifle the moans sliding up his chest! You can tell who's on the other end now, it’s the new secretary Alanna, and she legitimately is still getting her footing! Which is the only reason Tae is even entertaining the call, well one of the reasons!

You notice Tae’s breathing is starting to even out a little almost as if he’s gained some of his self control back and we don’t support that in this household.  So you proceed to dig your foot right into the head of his cock and he straight wheezes! Body jerking off the wall and all ...

“No, I’m, fuck-“ There’s a moan that finally falls freely off his tongue that only barley seems acceptable because he in fact just choked! Voice coming out what feels like a octave lower and huskier , poor Alanna! “Yeah i'm good sorry , food just went down the wrong pipe.” He can barely think straight but he knows he needs to close this up “Hey look will be back within the hour and will sort it out then alright?”

I don’t even think he even waited for her to respond before hanging up and literally throwing his phone across the table! Gucci case and all.

“Everything okay? ?” Voice low and teasing, he knows you're technically asking about the office but your timing sucks ass!

“Fuck you” Falls off his lips in a barley audible moan, so consumed as his orgasm builds in the pit of his stomach! Eyes still struggling to stay open mouth, mouth falling slack, if your were in your right mind you’d tell him to pull it together alittle! Now that he’s off the phone, he either looks like he’s getting a foot job, or like he’s high on meth! Neither are appealing to the GP! God, he must look utterly ridiculous right now, thankfully he’s shifted against the booth so he’s facing a wall as opposed to other guest!

“Mm, my pretty baby’s close yeah?” Watching how heavily his throat bobs as he swallows, Tae’s leaking precum all over the damn place, so, close hips gently rocking into your foot as discreetly as possible, growing more desperate by the second. Fuck he needs to come, he needs to!

“Yeah baby please don’t- fuck” God he sounds so good, so needy and pliant and fuck!  

“I got you...” At that you actually kick your shoe off, moving back to press down even harder, rubbing and rubbing forcing Tae to attempt to grab his drink in attempts to muzzle himself. However his hands are shaking too hard and  he almost knocks it over!

“God baby I’m-“

“Be a good boy for me”

And he is, coming with a shuddering breath, under the steady pressure of your foot as his release tears through his veins. Dropping his to the table as subtly as possible(Hell maybe people will think he’s tipsy or not feeling well), thighs shaking, chest heaving painfully hard. He’s not completely silently but he does a lot better than expected, a low groan manages to slip past his lips.

“Good boy” The praise rolls off your tongue and goes straight to his dick, as if he needed anymore stimulation there. Another faint whimper falls off his lips until he’s drooling all over the table. Not even realizing initially, that his hips were still grinding into you until he’s hissing from oversensitivity! The force of his orgasm has Taehyung drawing straight blanks, hearing nothing but white nose rustling in the background!

Also, I don’t know what that says about Tae as a person but he’s not even remotely humiliated! The only thing that he’s about to regret once his mind's less foggy is how absolutely drenched his YSL leather pants are!

So busy trying to get his breathing back in check as he comes down from his high, he completely missed the way you’d signaled to the server. Calmly asking for her  to add 8 more slices of cake to go, and bring the bill over!

His face is flushed, his pants feel gross as hell but above everything else he feels so damn good! Reaching down to still your foot, gently massaging the top as his eyes finally flutter open! Vision still a little hazy as he looks back at you with a dazed smile, and your gazing back at him with so much fondness that the first thing that slurs off his lips in a whisper is....

“I fuckin love you!”

Flashing him a wink in return as you make eye contact with your servers whose letting you know she’ll be over in a moment. Keeping your foot stationary for a moment, enjoying the well deserved foot massage. Occasionally flexing your toes to “accidentally brush against his dick. Giggling around your drink every time he'd hiss and jerk away!

This entire lunch situation was a damn mess, and high key reckless but, the blissed out smile written all over his face is more than worth it. Where just ugh...not gonna tell the boys about this!

“Love you too Tae”

~~~~~~~~~

Everything from that moment on kind of feels like a blur honestly, up until the two of you sliding into your car and before you can even get yourself settled he’s on you! Yanking you out of your seat and into his lap before you can even put your seatbelt on which obviously is not ideal this is a sports car after all but you don’t dare complain! Taehyung’s far from shy with his wants, griping the back of your neck, sliding his fingers through your hair as he presses your lips together! He doesn’t try to ease you into it either It’s hard, hungry, desperate and overtly needy! Forcing both of you to huff out a staggered breath through your nose to even keep up! You breathe him in, and he breathes you out, it’s all open mouthed, and heady, an obscene amount of moans rolling off your tongues. Reclining your jaw, giving him free reign to explore your mouth. Tongue rolling against your slick and languid with years of finesse between the two of you. No matter how hard he’s kissing you it still doesn’t feel rushed, its deep, borderline sensual actually!

Tae pulls back just enough to nip at your bottom lip, dragging his across your jaw and down the side of your neck! Licking sucking and biting, along your skin, moaning at the way you arch and grind your hips into every touch! The two of you carry on like that until there’s suddenly something thumbing in the back of your throat!

“Hey..” There's a slight sternness within your voice that has him instantly trying to snap out of his postcoital haze. Stroking the hinge of his jaw “You know, how much I love you right? And if, we need to all sit down a re-”

Cutting you off with the smooth glide of his lips pulling you into a kiss that’s a slower, less needy, there’s no ulterior motive, Tae just wants to feel you “Nah, I don't wanna change anything sometimes- I just want-”

“I know...” Because you do, pressing your forehead to his, not even kissing just letting your breaths melt as one. Massaging his scalp gently, he already looks like he’s a second away from passing out! Pondering if maybe the two of you should switch places...

“Promise you’ll let me take care of you later” Tae nuzzles against the side of your face like a puppy wanting his ears scratched! Believe it or not he wasn’t always such a selfless lover, not until he found you guys! Now it’s almost like his orgasms feel incomplete if he’s the only one coming once it’s all said and done!

“You can do whatever you want to me Tae, you know this.” Placing a couple lingering kisses on those pouty lips of his before hesitantly shuffling into the passengers seat. Transfixed on the way he slips back into his lane, fixing his hair, pulling out his oversized cat eye frames to rest on the bridge of his nose. One hand on the wheel the other finding there home on your thigh. Noting the slight discomfort as he shifts in his seat, no doubt due to the fact that well, he just came in his pants.

“How about..” Leaning over to place a open mouth kiss right beneath is ear, digging your nails into his thigh until he moans.  “ I clean you up a little on the drive, and we pit stop at mine, and we drop you off first so you can shower and chill. Then me and Joon will come back and crawl into bed with you after were done for the day..”

“Am I being given the rest of the day off Mrs. Kim?” You can already hear the smirk in his voice without even looking...

“Yes Mr. Kim that would be correct....” Already working the zipper before he can even respond because you already know how this is about to pan out...

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Hi my babies, first off IDK where this came from, I also wouldn’t consider it my best, but it was the first thing I’ve written in like 6 months which felt good. This was supposed to be up back in December I had a couple holiday prompts for the series that I never got around to completing ! But If you enjoyed show this some love and come talk to me!

Love always,

Rocki

[canyouhearthelight]

The Miys, Ch. 148

This chapter got... long. In a good way. I mean, who objects to a chapter that is practically double-length?  Right.

Speed-run shout outs this week go to: @nagisa-666, @crimson-faith27, @colornotes23, @theronisengard, @gam3rgur1.

Beta-reading thanks go to @baelpenrose, along with general thanks to @the-raven-fae, @anotherusrname, and @charlylimph-blog for being amazing people.

A few things I want to note: the technology behind these suits is NOT my creation. They are very strongly based on the suits used by Rifters in Peter Watts’s Rifters triology. I wish I could take credit for them, but honesty is the best policy.

I hope all my readers are okay wherever you are.  There’s been a lot of severe weather in the last couple of weeks, and I just want you all to be safe.

Once we had Charly, Antoine, and Maverick on board to help with our project, Grey and I agreed that a meeting of the Council would be necessary to cover what we were hoping to achieve - especially once we discovered that the original plan behind the bivouac suits was only waiting for our votes for full approval.  For once, I was looking forward to a full, in-person meeting so that I could glare down every one of my peers, face-to-face.

Glaring over video just lost a certain…. je ne sais quoi.  Even Tyche and Arthur agreed.

As I entered the rarely-used Council chambers, the sheer lack of people caught me off guard.  Grey and Pranav had not arrived yet, but the only others present were Xiomara, Eino, and Huynh.  Eino seemed to notice as I stopped short, and smiled gently. “I know it has been quite some time, but it is protocol that when the Council is voting to override our hosts, or one or more Councillors actually oppose an initiative that impacts the entire ship, only the sitting members and Miys are included in the meetings. Not even administrators are allowed.”

I blinked slowly. “When did that start? Even Arantxa’s trial had administrators in attendance.”

“Witnesses,” Huynh shrugged. “This isn’t a trial, it’s a debate, and our votes cannot be influenced by outside parties.”

“And, thanks to you and Grey, we’re sequestered until we reach a unanimous agreement,” Xiomara added, glaring.

“I disagree, Xiomara,” Grey responded as they breezed into the room. “The entire reason we have a Council is to ensure that the needs of the many are being considered.  Sophia already has a back up plan in the event that our hopes do not pan out, one that is quite more agreeable than what you initially took into account I dare say.”

Eino, ever the peacemaker, held up one pale hand. “Please. Let us save our arguments for the actual debate. Instigating hard feelings will only extend these proceedings, and I believe several of us have lives outside of work we would like to return to.”

“What are the two of you bickering about now?” Pranav sighed as he took his seat.  I hadn’t seen him come in after Grey, but apparently he had been in the room long enough to secure a plate of biscuits and what smelled like tea.  The look I gave him only garnered a wink.

“Before they start in again,” Eino responded as loudly as he ever got - which was a firm tone but not terribly loud in all honesty, “The entire Council is present, so we will be starting shortly. I would like to confirm that our esteemed host is present as well?”

“Indeed,” the reply came from the ceiling. “And per human custom, I have only myself to consult with. Councilor Emeritus Rodriguez is not present.”

“Thank you. With that, we may call the session to order.” Eino stood, acting as parliamentarian for the duration. “As you are all aware, Miys recently brought to our attention that humans are, in fact, considered a Class III Biohazard within the greater Galactic community. To protect the Eko-mari fleet that will be escorting us, we are asked to comply with safety protocols which ask that we wear the bivouac suits.”

I stifled a giggle when, rather than showing a projection to the group, he pulled out one of the ridiculously tiny suits.  The only one who apparently heard me was Xiomara, who sat in her customary seat to my left and kicked my shin gently.  For all that we were at loggerheads on this topic, it was apparent that we were both ready to lay it to rest and celebrate-slash-commiserate over a meal.

As he handed the sample-suit off to his left, Eino flicked up a schematic. “For the edification of the group, the bivouac suits are structured from a reflex-copolymer sheath which is selectively permeable, hydrophobic, and resistant to extreme temperatures. Oxygen and nitrogen are able to pass through the suit from the outside, while carbon dioxide is able to pass from the inside. They seal in the back with a semi-intelligent macromolecule, with a second macromolecule across the mouth that allows us to attach nutrient packs so we can eat while in the suit.”

This was so much worse than I expected, and I could feel my heart beginning to race and my gag reflex kicking in. I wasn’t even claustrophobic, but just the idea of putting one of those suits on made me feel like I was suffocating.  Glancing around the table, I could visibly see at least Huynh’s opinion changing from apathetic to… sweaty and fidgety.

Eino continued, dismissing the schematic. “The vote today is whether this is the correct solution for the situation, or if other options should be considered.  Xiomara Kalloe, as you are defending the majority opinion, you have the floor first.”

“Thank you,” she acknowledged as she took the floor. “Council, my acceptance of the bivouac suits is quite simple - this is standard Galactic safety protocol when interacting with a sentient species that could be considered harmful to your own or others simply by virtue of existing in the same atmosphere. As our species is the one considered to be the biohazard,  custom expects that we would be the species in containment.  Otherwise, there is a possibility of danger to not only the Ekomari, but also any other species that stepped on their ship until it is properly decontaminated. While decontam is a simple process for the Ark - as Hujylsogox ships are designed with such measures in mind and largely handle the process themselves, at all times - records indicate that decontamination of an Ekomari ship would require near-complete disassembly, along with replacement of any porous surfaces.”

Even I had to whistle softly at that. Okay, then. We are that gross, got it. Not surprised, given the number of plagues humanity had experienced, combined with some of the people I had dated in the past.

“I believe the impacts of your statement are quite apparent, Councilor Kalloe. Thank you,” Eino stated. “Dissenting opinion is being provided by Councilor Sophia Reid. Questions will be addressed after dissenting opinion has been provided and a fifteen minute recess has been taken to allow consideration. Sophia? Your floor.”

“Thank you, Eino.” I smiled gently before composing myself. “While mine is being considered the ‘dissenting’ opinion, due to the exact reasons that Xiomara herself provided, I entirely agree with the need to be careful and considerate of other species, especially regarding the potential to repeat the smallpox-blanket mistakes of our past.” Without fail, the entire group winced.  “Exactly. We all agree that we aren’t doing that again - not should not, are not.  All that I am asking the Council to take into account is the potential to traumatize members of our own group by only considering the bivouac suits as a possibility.  Yes, the bivouac suits have proven themselves out by the entire galactic community, they are completely safe from a physiological perspective, et cetera.”  

This is where I had to take a deep breath, since this was literally my entire argument, and I had already admitted as much. “I am not arguing the use of them entirely, I am arguing the use of the suits, strictly.  Selfishly, I find myself experiencing a panic response at the idea of wearing them, and that is only by being more familiar with them - I’m sorry, Eino, but before you gave more details, my personal opinion was ‘I will sweat, but I can suck it up’. Now it’s ‘oh hell no and I’m not even claustrophobic, eff this’.”

“Understood,” he conceded gently.

With a nod, I forged on, encouraged. “However, that is just for myself. There are members of the Ark who cannot bear the feel of clothes, who fear restrictions, or the dark… Valuable members of our crew who will experience severe psychological trauma if forced into one of those suits.  And that, I cannot let go unspoken of, or unnoticed, without being remiss in my role as Councilor.” I steeled myself from glancing at Xiomara; she was over Health and Safety, and any form of addressing her directly would be considered a direct attack on her competence. “I have alternatives, to be used in conjunction with the bivouac suits, so that we can all keep those escorting us as safe as possible while also protecting our own people.”

I took my seat, and as soon as my hands dropped to my lap, Xiomara grabbed one and squeezed my fingers. The debate was over, the rest of the Council just had to figure that out.

“Thank you, Sophia,” Eino nodded seriously. “We shall take our break, and then convene for questions. Xiomara and Sophia, we ask that you remain at that side of the room. Councilors, you are asked to stay on the opposite side of the room. You are allowed to speak among yourselves, but any questions for Sophia or Xiomara are to be held until we as a group can consider them at the same time.”

Xiomara leaned over. “Derek,” she whispered sadly.

“Or Nixe,” I admitted. “Can you imagine forcing her into one of those?”

“Not without reinforcements and enough sedative to drop a horse,” she admitted, squeezing my fingers one more time before releasing them.

The break ended quickly, and Pranav was kind enough to quickly-but-silently set snacks and drinks, along with an enormous pitcher of water, in front of me and Xiomara before we picked up with the questions they were allowed.

Without hesitation, Huynh’s hand shot in the air to ask the first question.  While I never quite got around to actually liking him, I could very much appreciate his tendency to get straight to the heart of what he wanted to know, with very little patience for anything he deemed less important. “Clearly, you both agree on the need to quarantine ourselves, there is no argument there. Sophia, you mentioned alternatives to the bivouac suits. What are those?”

Grey gave me a pointed look with a slight squint. They were smug in the knowledge that we had already turned one vote, and I resisted the urge to grin in response. “Absolutely. As I mentioned, there is a significant portion of the population on the Ark that would be psychologically triggered by the bivouac suits. I have already spoken with members of the medical and engineering teams, and there are several options that we can adapt for our use, all of which are already in use within the Galactic community.”

With a flick, I brought up one example on the table emitter. “First, we have portable bioelectric fields, similar to what was used in medical when we first came on the Ark. Our teams have seven-nines of certainty that they can have these ready before rendezvous.” Flick, another example. “For more drastic situations, or simply so that we are not required to wear the suits at all times, even when we are back on the Ark, quarantine procedures in specified areas - similar to an airlock - so that anyone who does not or cannot wear a suit or personal field can remain safely in quarantine to keep the fleet away from our general biological ick.”

Nods circled the table. Xiomara went from drumming her fingers to pressing them down hard enough to turn her nail beds white - she was literally gripping for dear life to keep from laughing. I coughed to hide my smile, and forged on to the third option. “For the next example, I want to be clear: this is an entirely serious suggestion, regardless of how comical it looks.  Even without knowing the composition of the bivouac suits, we did practical tests with the sample that Noah was kind enough to leave with my office. Again, I am entirely serious, this is not a joke, no matter how much it looks like one.”

Despite my warning, I heard a round of snorts and no few giggles as I put the next example up on the emitter. I ignored them, completely understanding how comical it looked, allowing them to compose themselves. Gesturing at the nearly-spherical generic-human shape that was being projected, I soldiered on. “This is one of the bivouac suits, with added atmosphere to avoid claustrophobia.” With both hands, I pivoted the image to point at the back, just where the neck met the spine. “An atmospheric generator has been added here, to re-inflate the suit in the event that the person wearing it needs to eat or otherwise breach the suit.  Obviously, this would be done in one of the aforementioned quarantine areas, not on the actual Ekomari vessel.”

Huynh’s grin was nothing short of feral.  “These are all quite solid suggestions. Thank you.”

“Wait,” Pranav sputtered. “You’re quite serious about the… balloon man?”

Grey slid a pocket-sized atmospheric generator over. “Practical demonstration, if you want to try it on.”

Shaking his head with a smile, he slid it over to Huynh. “I am certain his department can do more with it than mine, but it should prove to be… quite an introduction to our stellar neighbors.”

“Any further questions?” I asked, feeling significantly more confident.

“I have one for Xiomara, and possibly Grey, actually,” Eino asked, clearing his throat. “Despite the fact that this will be readily apparent, I feel like I should preface this would not have been something I previously considered, but now I must know.” Oh, shit. My glance down at Xio revealed a very similar sentiment. “It has been mentioned that humans are considered a Class III Biohazard? We have put a lot of effort into defending the Ark from the potential of pirates, looting, and possible enslavement. If we are a Galactic biohazard, what value would there be in any species abducting us only to potentially die or experience at least a plague if we are encountered? Would that not… deter? Species from attacking us?”

Xiomara pinched the bridge of her nose. “I see where this is going. Please convey this to the person who I am reasonably sure you are asking this for:  Yes, being a Class III biohazard also makes humanity a Class III bioweapon. And while that would initially make others hesitant to abduct us, eventually there are groups that will figure out quarantine protocols, just like we have, and will realize that they can just… smuggle a human on a ship, wait for everyone on board to die or get to ill to function, and then sweep in to just… I don’t know, blow the locks. Who thinks of a weapon as a person? It’s not like they’ll worry about what happens to the human who gets swept into space.”

“And all of ‘the humans’ are on this ship, eventually on that colony,” I added, with all the gravity I could include. “Meaning we all know that ‘bioweapon’. There are seven ‘bioweapons’ in this room, alone.”

The room fell into silence, until Eino was brave enough to clear his throat. “So. If the debate is over, let us vote.  We will await suggestions for stepping up drills and defense training.”

The motion carried quickly in favor of using the proposed combination of containment measures, with unanimous agreement. 

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[kanene-yaaay-o-retorno]

The boy on the farthest table

Kanene’s Notes:

So, I’ve been reading all the fluff content with Dadzawa I could find and I am very surprised I didn’t manage to stumble in a Dadzawa running a Cat Café so I thought ‘h e y’ why don’t I make it??? SO here we are!!

Warnings, fun facts, random things and stuff:

* That fanfic has Dadzawa and Yamadad and their relatonship can be seen as romantic, if you wish.

* This happens in the same universe as This Fanfic Here and you can also find it on AO3.

* No warnings this time!! Only fluff and a bit of hurt/comfort.

* This characters do not belongs to me. They all belongs to the amazing the manga/anime Boku no Hero.

* Something around 2.500 words. -w-)b.

* Sorry for any spelling, pontuation and grammar mistakes! Any advice is very very welcome!

* Tô com preguiça de postar a versão em português brasileiro aaaa! Thankys for reading, my lollipops! Eat a delicious snack, sleep a bit, take care and drink water and sleep well! Byeioo!~

                         [~*~]

Aizawa doesn’t really care about his clients more than the strictly necessary amount. He arrived where he is because of the cats and the coffee. If people paid more because he decided to mix both together and open a business with that premise than better for him.

 So, yes. Aizawa doesn’t care at all about his clients. Neither held any favorites above the others, don’t matter what Yamada tried to imply with his ‘discrete’ smug eyes and knowing grin as, for the second time today, the black haired worker narrowed his eyes at the boy sitting on the farthest table, lost in his deep thoughts as he stared intently at his notebook just like he has been doing for the past two hours, lazy scribbles fulfilling the lines in a tired, yet determined attempt to keep going.

 The owner of the Cat Café didn’t really care about what his clients did as long it didn’t annoy his cats or him.

 However, that doesn’t mean he kept himself completely oblivious of what happened at his establishment nor the persons who attended there.

Perhaps he wasn’t the most enthusiastic worker there – that is why him and Hizashi had an unspoken agreement that he would stay firm on his place making drinks and serving pastries, sometimes scaring some insufferable clients away, while the louder, social friend would focus in talking and getting the orders, – but he knew enough to not be a bad one.

 He knew that the girl with yellow bright eyes and nuts and bolts shining in between her curls liked strawberry muffins, tended to not be able to stand still for much time, and visited on Fridays, so he always kept one baked sweet hidden for her on these days.

 Just like he always recognized that tall, skeleton-like adult as soon as his form crossed the door. A client who came especially for the cats and the Jasmin tea, although always sneaked a couple and more glares to the cat-themed cookies, so he made sure to “accidentally” drop one with the donuts he always asked to go for “- a friend! He loves them but is often very busied with work… So, I thought I could try and treat him a bit after everything he already did to me!” And also, who, in the next day, came back to attempt to pay for the free cookie but was, day after day, defeat by Hizashi’s stubbornness and convincing abilities, leading the loyal client to make sure to put a generous tip on the Tip Jar as a revenge, making sure to stare intently at the pouting worker during the whole process.

 Or the young girl with red eyes full of curiosity and a tongue full of questions which him and Yamada took turns to answer, eliciting shy smiles, bright excitement and a glare full of gratitude from her older brother, who used the free time to study while she ate and played with the kittens, sometimes even falling asleep when his two friends – an extremely quiet boy with a gigantic sweet tooth and an electric smiley girl who always convinced the younger one to help her to gather the biggest amount of sleepy cats to nap on the blond teen before he wakes up in the middle of purrs and laughter - accompanied them.

 That being said, Aizawa liked to be informed and, above everything else, was good at getting the information he needed. He mastered the skill of analyzing details and understanding situations others used to ignore, making connections and arriving to conclusions that seemed foreign to others, that is why he continued to cast quick frowns and glances to the boy, doesn’t liking at all how his brain continued to run and turn, seeking for any answer or hints of what happened to him, only to get at nowhere. He was, obviously, just trying to assert the situation, which had nothing to do with the fact that the boy – always shining, always with such a bright smile every time he ordered anything – was alone on this Saturday. A not so rare occasion, since even though the café was a common place for him and his friends to meet – an occurrence impossible to ignore due how full of energy and joy and chaos and energy they all were, - he also seemed very keen to spend hours writing and studying on his own.

 However, there was something different today. Something to do with how quiet, concentrated, calm, lethargic the teenager was acting the whole time, which worrie- no, intrigued him.

 Because Aizawa wasn’t worried. Of course not. That would be illogical and preposterous. He wasn’t anything to the child, not his family, not a friend, not a relative, just the guy who grunted a one-word answer every time the younger tried to make small talk and pretend to not notice him and Hizashi trading cute cat videos and pics during the blonde’s breaks.

 Hell, he didn’t even share more words than the necessary with the green haired boy. The longest interaction they ever had was when the younger one came to him on his first time visiting the place and asked for more cat toys, since all the available ones were already being used. Which maybe or maybe not led to Aizawa leaving his friend to deal alone with the orders while he took his time to show and explain the favorite toys of every cat the green boy pointed.

 Which was, sure, only a revenge on his boisterous coworker since the aforementioned interrupted his morning nap by tripping on him on his way to the kitchen (and yes, it was Yamada’s fault for not looking at where he’s going and obviously not Shouta’s because he decided to ‘JUST FREAKING PASS OUT ON THE FLOOR. HOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO SEE IT?’) and, not content with his actions, decided to lock the other out of his own establishment,  only letting him come back after lunch and, consequently, at least five hours of sleep, leaving him on the care of Nemuri, who proceeded to tease him unmercifully for the whole length of yesterday.

 Consequently, it was only a payback, of course. The gleam on the smaller’s eyes as he took notes on a well worn out notebook and the fact that, on the next Saturday, the boy distributed all the correct toys between his friends and their favorite cats were two completely ignorable things and therefore unrelated with the quick, barely visible smile appearing on the corner of his mouth on the respective day and every time he remembered that occurrence.

 But, when a quiet sniff reached his ears, Aizawa almost felt his neck crack with how quickly he turned on the other’s direction, just in time to see the ending of the teenager’s action of wiping a few tears away. The one who definitely didn’t get enough sleep on his entire life to deal with it sensed his left eye twitch.

 That. Is. It.

 “Shouta…” Hizashi whispered behind the usual smile he plastered for the customer in front of him, nodding while writing down what she said and chipping excitedly for her to just wait a little bit to get her order, deviating his attention to his friend when she moved away to sit in one of the unoccupied tables, both taking the opportunity of having no more customers in the line to held some private words. “Do you want me to go there?” his voice was bathed in worry, because his coworker was emotional like that.

 “No.” And Aizawa didn’t know why he was so fast to answer, however he was already washing his hands, mind running, seeking to remember how other people - besides his friends, who were barely humans, - worked. “You know I hate being the cashier.”

 “Riight.” His way-too-smug-grin was fast to become a snicker when his friend aimed a kick on his shin, which he promptly dodged. “Hey! I didn’t even say anything!”

 “Your thoughts are loud. I will be right back.”

 His eyes were focused on the kid, who now was curled on his chair, chin resting on his knees as his arms firmly hugged his legs, making him look even smaller.

 Aizawa grunted, part of him feeling inclined to just drop an entire gallon of water on his head to successfully wash all his problems way, or maybe shake all the bad, lying thoughts taking over his mind and resulting in a few tears to escape what, on its turn, made a strong feeling of protectiveness, which was immediately ignored, shines on him. But Shouta knew he couldn’t act on any of those two options because it wasn’t “socially acceptable” – nor very useful, but he ignored that part, - and “problems” and “people” tended to be more complicated to help than that.

 The older sighed, kneeling on the spot before the front door where the sun passed through the window and made a perfect warm piece of floor for the big, - extremely big - messy pile of purple fluff lay and nap without a single worry in the world, not even stirring as the customers had to tiptoe around him to get in and out of the establishment.

 Shinsou hissed when Shouta first petted him, although was fast to purr louder than a machine as the human began to scratch behind his ears, going back to his peaceful sleep. He was the most calm, chill and snarky cat he has ever seen. His hobbies consisting on getting on the highest shelves to watch the entire place with a judging, tired glare and napping on people’s laps, especially when they were about to head out, which made his customers to order something else and stay for at least more fifteen minutes, not having the heart to interrupt the purple’s sleep.

 Needless to say, he and Aizawa got along just fine. Even with the animal’s habit of climbing him to nap on his shoulders and teaching the younger kittens to do the same thing, knowing very well the one with dark hair would never have the heart to put them away, the human knew he sustained a soft spot for him.

 Nemuri and Yamada liked to tease him, affirming that Shinsou was his cat form and Shouta would never admit he agreed with them.

 He also ignored the implications of that when he remembered Shinsou was one of the green haired bag of energy favorites.

 “I have a mission for you.” It was the only mumbled warning the cat had before being carefully scoped on the human’s arms, melting on the embrace, hissing, yawning and then proceeding to melt even further. Shouta huffed, amused.

 ‘Brat.’

 Another signal that the teenager was much more trapped in his mind than the normal was the fact he didn’t realize the adult coming closer, nearly jumping three feet in the air as Aizawa’s command hit him.

 “Sit correctly.”

 The teenager yelped, looking at him, at himself and then at him again, a strong shade of an ashamed red taking over his features. “O-o-of course, sir! I am sorry!” He bowed, putting his feet on the ground and straightening his back, a slight tremble on his movements making the adult frown.

 “Don’t think too much about this.” And before any protest could come out of the other’s mouth, Aizawa laid Shinsou on his legs, leading the boy to freeze completely, eyes locked on the cat, who just blinked lazily at him and started to knead his thighs, low, rumbling purrs escaping, demanding the new human as worthy.

 A barely suppressed squeal flew from the younger, who already seemed ready to cry again, although for different reasons.

 The cat café’s owner hid his amused smile by catching a kitten who approached with curiosity, petting him and proceeding to flop him on the soft, green curls. Ojiro meowed, purring and immediately attempting to eat his new environment.

 “I…” His wide, wobbly smile increased further as Shinsou butted his head on the teenager’s palm, his voice, a whisper, lapsing for a beat. “I love them.”

 There was no way for the adult to hide his snort at his words, but the Problem Child seemed unfazed with his reaction, turning to him with shiny eyes and smile.

 “Thank you so much, sir!”

 After a nod, Aizawa turned away and came back to his spot behind the counter. And if talking and taking orders when Hizashi uses part of his break to “discreetly” take a few pictures of a beaming boy smiling to the camera and pointing the cats on him to send to him later, is much more bearable than before? It has absolutely nothing to do with the young figure on the farthest table sporadically giggling as he plays with an Ojiro who is fiercely convinced he can win the battle against the red laser.

 […]

 “Excuse me, Yamada-san. I’m sorry, but my order was 476 yens and you only charged me 200.” Aizawa knew the boy was going to lose the fight the moment Hizashi only grinned and locked the cashier, completely ignoring the two pieces of paper on the other’s hand.

 “Don’t worry about it, little listener! Don’t worry! Take this as a thank you for letting Shinsou and Ojiro sleep on you for one hour, okay?”

 “B-but sir! It was no problem at all!” The way he moved to prove his point made Aizawa picture a small, energetic bunny. “I really like them and I was going to stay here longer anyway!”

 “Now, now, young boy.” Hizashi pointed a finger at him, trying and failing miserably to see or sound at least a tad chastising. “Refusing a ‘thank you’ is a serious offense, I wonder if I will need to give you a free blueberry muffin to go because of that…”

 “No!” Aizawa huffed, turning away from them and heading to the tables, taking the opportunity of how low the business was to clean and prepare them for the next customers, stopping right on his tracks, mid step as a wide, pleading glare found his. “Aizawa-san,” he shook the 276 yens at his direction, puppy eyes staring right on his soul, “please.”

 The dark-haired one scoffed, looking away from the powerful graze. “Don’t bring me into this. Fight your own battles, problem child.”

 Hizashi laughed at the pout he received in response, having pity on the loyal customer. “Okay, okay. I give. You can pay for this.” Aizawa glared at him, one eyebrow up in a non convinced expression. His friend winked, big grins as the younger turned to him, much more smiley. “With a hug.”

 Problem child seemed surprised, especially when the flamboyant employee jumped across the counter and stopped in front of him, arms open in an invitation. “Only if you’re comfortable, of course.” His voice was softer. “I can always accept 100 yens if you really want me to, little listener.”

 He didn’t understand the magic thing his friend always managed to do. The way he succeeded to dance around someone’s barriers, finding openings and walking through them, asking no permission to get closer yet always attentive when to stop and retreat or to talk about every or anything. The same magic he showed when they were teenagers.

 Tsuyu meowed and Aizawa kneeled down to give her attention for as long as the embrace lasted, pretending to not notice the two hugging behind him, the taller lightly swaying them while the younger relaxed, melting on the touch.

 A few seconds later the anxious bunny was bowing, thanking them and getting out with a gleam on his face, hugging happily the notebook next to his chest and petting Cloud before going away. Shouta came back to his spot, Yamada followed and the green hair disappeared on the corner.

 “We’re not adopting the Problem Child.”

 “But he already even has a nickname! Shoutaaa, it’s meant to be! And you’re already soft for him as well, don’t deny it.”

 He scoffed. “Shut up. You try to say no to those fucking puppy eyes next time.”

 “You fought well,” Hizashi patted his shoulder, his own gaze getting a dangerous, gleaming light. “Dadzawa.”

 The rarefied clients distributed across the café jumped when, between laughter and dramatics cries of pain, the blonde fell on the ground, a half pleased, half evil smile presenting itself on the shorter’s face in a flash before his impassive expression took over and he calmly continued with his usual chores, pointedly ignoring the ‘It was so worthy it’ snickered by his friend, still laid on the floor.

[cherrywoes]

AAAA YES- I have been waiting for this opportunity haha! May I ask for just a soft moment between the reader and (now known as) Shion? I’m absolutely enamoured by their relationship and I just want to see the two maybe cuddle a bit and act disgustingly domestic. I wouldn’t mind either headcanons of how they generally act around each other maybe even a small story of maybe 2k ish words? Whatever you’re comfortable with!

Tbh I’m just looking forward to learn more about Shion and his mannerisms TT I hope you have a wonderful day and take care!

a/n: haha i was waiting on this to show up! <3 i did both the small story and the headcanons (at the end) so i hope you enjoy! this ended up around 3k so i’m pretty happy with the result. you have a wonderful day as well! for those of you who don’t know who ama-no-kagaseo/shion is, he’s an oc from my jjk fic dark sun. 

of custard buns, apples, and mandarin oranges.

— ama-no-kagaseo (shion) + reader.

It was a quiet day for you today. There were no assassins, no awful weather to rain on your parade (quite literally, might you add), and, somehow, Sayaka would not be at your side today. Something about a first grade Curse had pulled her away for the day, sending her to the countryside—a place not known for its Curses—for the time being. You weren’t sure why Gojou couldn’t do it, since he was perfectly capable of going himself, but you weren’t going to ignore the chance that this brought you.

You were going to make pastries.

“Pastries?” Ama-no-Kagaseo (Shion, now, you needed to remember) materialized at your side, so close that he was practically leaning on you. He was oddly more in tune with your thoughts than usual after you’d given him that name, or something had changed—more specifically, his attention revolved around you more than anything else now. While that malevolent nature still crept out at times—never to you, but to nearly everyone else on the campus—it was subdued, and he appeared almost docile though you knew that was far from the truth. “I’ve never seen you make them before.”

His innocent curiosity of everything you did was endearing, to say the least. Having never taken interest in human pursuits before, he was set on learning everything you did even if he had no true want to learn it in the first place. He learned it because, through that activity, whatever it may be, he was closer to you, and therefore, in his mind, any time spent being close to you was precious time to him. Being a god and immortal, time that was considered anything other than ‘boring’ was important to him, however, most of it being linked back to you could be a very deadly double-edged sword… for other people, perhaps.

With a smile, you shook your head and held up an index card with the recipe for coconut custard buns. It was one of your favorites, something Sayaka had always bought for you when you were younger and had a notorious sweet tooth, and you’d been craving it recently. But without any way to contact her while she was off on a mission, you were left with only one other option: to make them yourself. You’d discovered the recipe (admittedly, you’d been snooping at first) in a magazine that had belonged to Gojou at some point. It had been left in the common rooms and, well, you considered it free game if he had just left it there when he was done with it.

“That’s because I haven’t,” you replied with a small laugh. You could feel his question burning into the side of your face without even having to look over at him. If you did, you would see a slightly pleading expression on his face, followed by the faint bunching of his brows because Amatsumikaboshi did. Not. Plead. But for you, he most likely would and that was all that mattered. “Yes, you can help me make them, Shion.”

He lit up like a light at the sound of his name. You’d been struggling to remember to call him that and not Ama-no-Kagaseo or Amatsumikaboshi, having done so for years beforehand, so breaking a habit like that was difficult for you. There was a set preconception to those names; all the higher ups saw him as was the malevolent, admittedly vicious god who would see them all destroyed if he had his way, but this was not ‘Amatsumikaboshi’—at least not to you. You’d seen several sides of him in the past few years, but this one—excited, happy even—was the one you liked the most, even if you were fond of both aspects of his godhood.

In his adult and personal form, he looked almost like a giant, overeager puppy—dragon, you thought, at a second glance, peering at the horns poking out over strands of white hair—at the idea of helping you cook. Which, to most people, might be bizarre in and of itself; what god would lower himself to cooking?

“What do they taste like?” He inquired, further leaning on you to the point where he was about to push you over. He wanted a glimpse of the index card, you thought, but then he rested his head on your shoulder instead. He was careful to avoid poking you with his horns and had his head situated at an odd angle that looked uncomfortable. “[Name]?”

“Hmm?” You hummed, pressing your mouth to the top of his head in a mockery of a kiss. He did this to you all the time, and now you understood why: it was extremely intimate, very close and comforting. He always smelled like an interesting mix of the ocean, some tropical flower that you had no name for, and almond oolong tea. It never changed, even when he was in a different form, oddly enough. You didn’t mind it. It was a very sweet, pleasing scent. “Oh, they taste like… custard and tangzhou bread, but I guess you wouldn’t know what that tastes like. You can try it and see if you like it, since you will be helping me.”

“Can we make them now?” He asked, shifting so he was looking up at the underside of your jaw and eyelashes. “I’m curious.”

“Of course.” You smiled and gently pushed a few strands away from his eyes so you could see them better. He’d always had pretty eyes, you’d thought, that seemed to shine with more knowledge than you could ever fathom. Now, though, they were focused on you, those slit pupils wide enough that you could see your reflection in them. As an afterthought, you leaned down and kissed his forehead, much in the same way he did to you when he thought you were napping. When you pulled away, you watched a pale blush creep up his neck and ears, which was just adorable. “But first, we need to make you blend in a bit.”

Confusion rolled across his face like a thundercloud. He stood and helped you to your feet when you struggled to get your legs out from under yourself, numb from sitting so long, and held your weight for a few moments while you waited for the blood to flow back into your legs. “Blend in?”

“Mhm.” You touched his horns and then pointed to his kimono. “I don’t think there’s anyone here right now, but in case someone comes in you’ll look like you’re just a sorcerer. If someone found out you could separate yourself from me like this, they’d report it to the higher ups and I’d be put back in confinement again.”

“No,” Shion said, and at first you thought it was to making him blend in. The scowl that appeared on his face was lethal. “I’ll kill them first.”

With a light laugh, you rose to your tiptoes and pressed a kiss to his cheek. It was almost like watching magic, the way his scowl turned into a pleased little smile. “You can’t kill everyone who finds out about you. Then they’ll get suspicious and know it was you.”

“You’re right,” he acknowledged, after a moment, leaning just a bit closer to you. “How will I ‘blend in’, so to speak.”

“Well…” You looked up at his horns, then his hair—which wasn’t all that strange, Gojou had white hair and Itadori had pink hair—and afterwards, his yukata. He could easily be mistaken as a member of one of the three clans and you could say he was replacing Sayaka for the day. You reached up and fingered his horns, surprised at how sharp the individual points were; they were almost like a deer’s horns. “Can you make these go aw—”

And just like that, they were gone, leaving you touching nothing but air.

“Right,” you mumbled, lowering your hand to pick up the astronomically long lengths of hair running down his back. It ended right at his hips, so you could, theoretically, just tie it into a bun and leave it like that. You’d seen plenty of Zen’in men wear their hair like that. “Okay, sit over here.”

You sat down on the edge of your bed and patted the floor with your foot. You retrieved your brush from the nightstand and waited until he was settled, then picked up a strand of hair and started brushing from the bottom to the roots. While they weren’t tangled, you didn’t want to cause him any kind of pain—could he even feel pain?—and gently ran the brush through his hair. He made no complaint and allowed you to continue sectioning off parts of his head, and obediently let you tilt his head this way and that so you could get the areas hanging over his shoulder.

When you were finished brushing it and making sure there weren’t any knots, you set down the brush and began combing his hair back with your fingers. He went entirely limp against your legs, a deep, rolling purr echoing from somewhere in his chest although you could feel it echoing in your shins. You’d heard him purr like that a few times before, usually when he was sitting in the sun of your window like a particularly lazy cat, but this was the first time he’d done it because of something you did. And it was unusually loud, as well, and you had to wonder if it was because he was starting to drift off.

You gathered the rest of his hair up, brushed out the parts that stuck out, and tied it off with a piece of twine you’d had lying around. You didn’t think he would appreciate wearing a sparkly blue ponytail—actually, he more than likely wouldn’t mind matching you. An idea for another day, then.

“Alright,” you said, resting your hands on his shoulders. The purring stopped and he stretched, lifting his arms above his head and popping almost every single bone in his back until he was done. Then he relaxed, head in your lap, and stared up at you. “What?”

Shion continued staring, golden eyes flicking over your face contemplatively. “You’re the most beautiful human in existence to me.”

Oh. You could just feel the blood rushing up to your face, hot and tingly. You stared down at him, mouth falling open in useless stutters, then closed your mouth and pressed your hands to your face. “I… Um…”

“You don’t need to say anything.” He reached up and gently nudged your arm out of the way so he could rest the pads of his fingers against your heart. “I can feel everything you do.”

You were hesitant to lower your hands, but at an encouraging pulse sent through your connection, you dropped them to your lap and cradled his face in your hands. It was moments like these where you had to wonder if Shion knew everything or what you only made obvious. He never said anything, if he did, so you supposed he kept to himself so you could say what you wanted to and nothing else.

The both of you stayed like that for a few moments, caught in an interesting limbo, until you remembered the whole point of making him look somewhat human in the first place.

“Alright,” you sighed, sufficiently calmed down enough that you could make sense of your words again. You patted his cheek softly in a gesture for him to get up. “Let’s go make those custard pastries, hm?”

The college kitchen was nothing to scoff at, but it was also everything you’d never had before. You had cooked before, of course, but not with anything super high tech. Luckily it was easy enough to figure out how to work the oven and you gathered the ingredients from the cupboards, setting them all down on a counter, and got to work.

Shion (even wearing an apron) helped you through every step, although you left the kneading and stirring to him since he was the god and you, decidedly, were not. He was happy to do whatever you asked of him and it was funny watching him get irritated with the ball of dough when you said it needed to rest before you could stuff it and cook it.

While you waited thirty some minutes for the dough to sit and rise, you retrieved a small bowl of fruit you had cut while watching him labor over the dough. It was mostly apples and mandarin oranges, both some of your favorites. You didn’t want to get your hands sticky so you used chopsticks to eat them, and offered an apple slice to Shion when he sent a curious glance at the bowl. He stared at it for a moment and then leaned down to take a hesitant bite of it, pulling away so you couldn’t make him eat the rest if he didn’t like it. You popped the rest in your mouth and watched his face for any sign that he didn’t like it, but when he finished chewing he nodded his head and gestured for you to give him another.

You spent the next thirty minutes like this, eating apples and oranges and offering some to Shion whenever he indicated he wanted another. He spent a lot of time savoring the flavors while you just ate one and immediately ate another, which you assumed came down to him never eating human food before.

When the dough finished rising, it took you no time to fill them and pop them in the oven with Shion’s help. With thirty five minutes more to wait, you sat down in a chair and Shion followed, standing behind you and wrapping his arms around your shoulders.

“Shion?” You asked, inching your head back to mimic the pose he had been in earlier. “Can I ask you something?”

“Of course.” He looked amused that you had to ask. “What is it?”

“Why do you always want me to wear kimonos?” You inquired. You’d always assumed it was to signify that you were his vessel in the most obvious way possible, but you’d also never asked him. You’d just assumed. “These ones specifically.”

“Ah.” He nodded and his eyebrows furrowed deeply in thought. “Before I was cast aside as a failed product, my mother—Izanami, as I’m sure you know—made a set of kimonos specifically for the one I would choose as a partner one day. She did this for all of my siblings, I believe. The originals are lost to time, so I made these in their fashion.”

“Oh.” You touched the hem of your kimono thoughtfully. “And these—they don’t remind you of your mother?”

“No.” Shion rested his chin on your head with a pleased sigh. “You wear them, therefore they remind me of you.”

And you had to say you didn’t mind that.

The custard buns were done after twenty minutes or so, so you parted from Shion and pulled them out of the oven to let them cool. Or, at least, that was your intention; Shion, foolishly or stupidly, you didn’t know, picked one up with his bare hand and you had to watch in disbelief as he took a bite of nearly scalding hot bread and custard and said ‘It’s good’.

“Shion!” You exclaimed, watching his eyes dart over to you over the custard bun in his hand. “That’s hot! You can’t just eat it like that—”

“Why not?” He interrupted, taking another bite as if just to spite you. “It’s not too hot.”

“For you, maybe,” you sighed, watching with envy as he polished off the rest of his bun in one go. “I have to wait for them to cool.”

He seemed to realize, belatedly, what he had done—or he felt your envy, at any rate—and frowned. He approached you and swept you into his arms, nuzzling his nose into the side of your head affectionately. “I’m sorry. I didn’t realize.”

You exhaled through your nose and rubbed his back soothingly, indicating you weren’t mad at him. “It’s okay, Shion. Here, help me clean up while I wait for them to cool off and consider it forgotten.”

He nodded eagerly and, in the span of about two seconds, proceeded to use his curse energy to sweep everything back into the cupboards they had come from. You watched, dumbfounded, as the doors unlatched and opened to allow flour, sugar, and yeast to return inside and slam closed once he was done.

“That’s one way to do it,” you laughed and began packing the rest of the custard buns into a small box, holding your hand out for Shion to take. He took it willingly, falling in step beside you and following you back to your dorm room. “Did you like the custard or was it too sweet?”

“Mm…” Shion watched as you kicked off your shoes and opened the door to your room. “It was good. I preferred the fruit more.”

“I’m guessing you like natural sweets, then,” you guessed, opening the box. They were now pleasantly warm and not too hot for you, unlike Shion, so you took a bite and nodded in satisfaction. They tasted just like your memories, if not a little sweeter but you didn’t mind it. It wasn’t going to be a perfect imitation, after all. You finished your bun and closed the box so no more heat would escape and laid on your bed, careful not to allow Shion’s human body to flop to the side in his sling. You’d almost forgotten it was there, you’d been so occupied with him for the day, and you wondered how he felt about it.

“It’s an irritant,” he answered, following your thoughts. He joined you and snuggled up to your free side, your arm instinctively coming up to lower your hand to his cheek. Shion slung one arm across your stomach, just under the sling, and pulled you closer, intent on getting comfortable even at your expense. “That body keeps you prisoner to it, and I am not even within it—just linked to it.”

“You’re not in it?” You repeated, turning your head to look at him in confusion. “What do you mean?”

“Those Sukuna cultists ruined the ritual,” he replied nonchalantly. “Not that these people here know that. So you don’t have to hold it all the time; there are no repercussions unlike if they had actually completed it properly.”

“So…” You allowed a hand to come up and touch his human form delicately. “I could let your body lay next to me and I wouldn’t have to worry?”

“No.”

So you unhooked the sling from your shoulders, free of the weight for the first time in years, and held your breath as his human body rested next to you. Shion reached over you and tugged a blanket up and over you, his human body, and himself, finally comfortable.

“I wonder…” You stroked Shion’s cheek in thought, staring up at the ceiling while he drifted off, that interesting purr kicking up against your side. “Hmm.”

With a cursory glance at his human body, still deathly still as it always was, you turned your back to it and snuggled up to Shion, nudging your head under his chin and settling in for a nap.

Like all the times you had slept with him near, you felt, of course, at peace.

headcanons:

shion and the reader are very close--and i mean very, very close, to the point where they freely share affection and (as indicated) their food. they are also very comfortable with each other as well, more than with anyone else in their lives.

shion’s natural curiosity extends to the reader and only the reader. so anything she does, he will most likely either a) want to participate or b) ask her about what she’s doing and if she likes it or not.

shion actually has a very bad habit of listening in on the reader’s thoughts and feelings even if she isn’t aware of it, which usually gives him a head’s up on her emotional state. while the reader doesn’t listen to his out of respect, she sometimes takes a peek, unaware that he does notice when she does.

shion’s purring comes from the fact that he does have a dragonic form. he does this when he’s at ease, or happy, both of which are shown in this drabble. it translates into his human form through an extra set of vocal chords.

the reader is shion’s favorite anything, and as such, he’s protective of her—perhaps too protective. shion is still a malevolent god and he still has those tendencies to become violent, and while he will never become violent with the reader (he doesn’t have the heart to even shout at her) that does not go for anyone else who is in her general vicinity.

shion has a little habit where he’ll instinctively want to be touching the reader, almost like a particularly clingy cat. sometimes he won’t, but most of the time he most absolutely will.

because of his origins as a formless god, he’s touch starved, which might not mean much because he’s a god, right? he had no affection from his mother and father, izanami and izanagi, so he knows nothing about love and affection, so when he gets it from the reader, he feels like he belongs, and thus, has no qualms about doing whatever is necessary to keep her safe.

shion doesn’t actually understand the emotions he feels. like referenced in the chapters, his emotional understanding is around that of a toddler’s—he knows what it is, can feel it, but he doesn’t understand the deeper meaning to them. he just knows they are there and acknowledges that they are caused by the reader. his logical understanding, however, is that of a god’s, and so he makes logical equations of his emotions instead, which can be quite the double edged sword.

shion is an intj-t.

shion can’t really taste anything synthetic, so he was lying when he said the custard was good so he wouldn’t hurt the reader’s feelings. :’)

that gif at the top perfectly represents shion’s reaction to being offered an apple slice. 

requests are: open. 

[hopeymchope]

Godzilla Singular Point

I came into Singular Point with some trepidation because Godzilla’s history in anime is both very recent and extremely bad. The three anime movies released between 2017 and 2019 are easily the worst work of famed writer Gen Urobuchi and honestly contain more bullshit than I can even get into here. Those movies and this series were both Godzilla anime properties commissioned by Netflix, which didn’t get my hopes up very much. Thankfully, Singular Point is a very different beast from the anime trilogy. One could argue it’s very different from most Godzilla media, actually — at least from my perspective. And I’m still a pretty entry-level fan of Toho’s Big G, all things considered.

Let me just warn you right up front: This smartphone-based virtual assistant is basically the breakout star of the series. 

When you think “Godzilla,” you probably don’t think “incredibly dense sci-fi concepts,” but with the big G’s first-ever anime series, the writers clearly set out to change that perception. Before the first kaiju even appears, the lead characters are plucked from obscurity and dropped into a mystery that involves fourth-dimensional time travel, physical objects that look different from all sides, theoretical math concepts, self-propagating A.I., and a whole lot more. And it’s NEVER made clear how all of it connects to the rampaging kaiju! Although we spend a lot of time investigating a red dust or sand that is very obviously tied to the monsters in SOME way, no one ever makes a connection that explains the relationship. Maybe we’re supposed to wait for a later season to connect the threads... but let’s get into the idea of “another season” later.

I like to think of myself as someone who typically enjoys hard sci-fi, but even with the characters spending loads of time trying to explain the high concepts driving the story, I was never able to fully wrap my head around what was going on in the mystery at the center of GSP. I rewound and rewatched a few explanations, but I still walked away feeling lost. I eventually settled on some vague, loose understandings of most of the ideas mentioned, but those understandings were subject to being ripped apart in subsequent scenes when I was shown or told something completely at odds with what I thought I knew. I can’t say I was ever bored with the thick, dense scientific concepts on offer — trying to find purchase with these far-out ideas kept me glued to the screen — but damn, I sure wish I was able to comprehend them.

What do we want?! DENSE SCIENTIFIC DISCUSSION AND DEBATE! When do we want it?! AFTER THOROUGH RESEARCH, TESTING, AND PEER REVIEW!

Another weird thing about this show is that the lead characters remain in separate locations and on separate tracks for the entire duration. We have Yun — a mechanical engineer and programmer who has an amazing grasp on physics and human behavior. And we have Mei — a grad student who is deeply invested in theoretical science, UMAs, cryptids and other far-flung concepts. Both of them are basically geniuses in their fields, and even though they take opposing views of just how flexible reality is, their shared ability to think “outside the box” becomes the crucial component in solving the mystery at the core of the series. Because they don’t even know one another (despite being separated by like, ONE degree), they only ever interact via text messages and behind screen names, which feels pretty damn weird. At least  I immediately liked both of them, with Yun being the standout to me because of how his lowkey reactions to crazy shit generates a lot of humor.

This soundtrack cover LIES; you will never see these characters in a room together like this. 

Alas, we don’t get to know the characters a whole lot beyond what we learned of them in the first two episodes. It’s not long before they’re trapped in a series of complicated exposition dumps, endlessly attempting to explain the high concepts of the show to other characters as well as my dumb ass in the audience. The fact that I liked them in the first couple of episodes carried me through more than half of the show, but I was always hoping to see them share more of themselves or just display more emotion. Anime as a medium excels at emotional storytelling. But despite the major, world-altering events the characters are constantly warning us about, none of them seem to have many emotions about said events. 

Further complicating matters is how, when major events finally occur in this show, they are often kept off-screen. One character shockingly dies, but the portrayal of that death is so piss-poor that I didn’t even realize it’d happened until someone mentioned their death in the next episode. After that vague death, I was particularly sensitive to anything that looked like it might possibly be lethal. Yet a later event that is played up as a tragic, fatal occurrence ends up... fine, somehow? It’s not clear how the character survives, because — even after one of our heroes is left screaming their name in despair as they seemingly die — nobody ever talks about or explains how he’s just fine a couple of scenes later. And near the end of the series, there’s a major transformation that occurs for one of the characters, and we never see it happen nor do we understand HOW it happened. It’s just that suddenly, this character is extremely different due to off-screen reasons that are only vaguely verbalized.

I guess these two really bonded at some point for some reason? And what you are seeing here is literally the height of emotion shown in the entire show.

Even though the overarching story of the series so far pretty clearly wraps up in episode 13, we then get a post-credits tease for a potential second season. So the question becomes: Would I watch that?

Well... Godzilla Singular Point is a series with a lot of issues that kept me at arms’ length from it — tons of extremely confusing dialogue, highly frustrating choices in direction that lead to baffling storytelling, characters who are mostly exposition-dumping — and yet there’s still some foundational work here that I appreciated a lot. When the action occurs, it’s pretty cool/fun. And when urban destruction occurs, it can be awe-inspiring. The human characters, though little-explored, have likable and interesting foundations to them that could be expanded upon. And I didn’t even mention the soundtrack, which features a variety of musical styles combined with the classic Ifukube theme music and an OP that is an absolute banger. (I have a weakness when it comes to music; a good soundtrack can carry me through even the blandest series sometimes.) Even the core idea of centering a Godzilla series around hard science and mathematical concepts is a compelling one, I think! I just hated the execution of it; they went waaaaay too far on poorly explaining incredibly complex, mind-bending concepts for my pea brain to handle it. They spend so much time trying to explain things, yet somehow they never succeeded for me. 

Ultimately, I’d probably give the show another chance. But if I do give another season a chance, it’ll be on probation. I wouldn’t watch the entire season unless I could see within four episodes that they’d definitely improved things.

Would I recommend that anyone watch the series as it currently stands? I mean... not really? I guess if you really dig complex math, hard theoretical science, and/or Toho’s stable of monsters, then maaaaaaaaaaybe give it a shot. But otherwise? Naaaahh. It’s not good enough at anything to make it stand out from the anime crowd. I didn’t hate it like I hated the Godzilla anime films, but Singular Point is still something that both casual viewers and most fans can comfortably ignore for the time being. It’s not a complete disaster, and it’s not without its highlights... but it’s definitely disappointing in my opinion.

OKAYOKAYOKAY, so let’s talk about the kaiju for a bit! 

Below will be SPOILERS revealing all of the kaiju that appear in Godzilla Singular Point and giving my feelings on them. 

Godzilla — It’s interesting to see a version of Godzilla that borrows some ideas from Shin Godzilla. Shin G has been incredibly unique until now, but this Godzilla manages to fold some of Shin’s distinctive aspects in with the more classic/typical versions to build a fun new depiction. Be forewarned that Godzilla doesn’t show up until the series is halfway over, and he doesn’t get a ton of screen time, either. He’s used quite sparingly and kept in hazy settings, often framed from the neck-up when they show him. It’s a little frustrating that they felt the need to shroud him so much, but I respect the fact that whenever Godzilla is shown, the destruction he causes is on a scale far beyond anything that the rest of the kaiju ever do. He is pure devastation. 

Rodan — He’s easily the biological kaiju with the most screen time in Singular Point. Rodan is first introduced as one gigantic pterosaur, but if you’ve seen ANY trailers for this show then you already know that his depiction transitions into an asston of smaller pterosaurs, all of whom are also called “Rodan.” (Apparently the word Rodan is both singular and plural, like the word “buffalo.”) Although he looks kind of cool at first, pretty soon Rodan showing up isn’t special or threatening anymore. Rodan appearances go from “a big goddamn deal” to “some bland background noise” before the series is even 1/3 finished. The design might be a little too far removed from the original for my own taste, but even if I didn’t think that, I wouldn’t be able to care for this Rodan simply because he’s rendered so unimportant and unimpressive.

If you go out in the woods today, you’re sure of a big surprise... 

Anguirus — Now check this guy out! Anguirus gets one of the coolest fights in the show and also demonstrates some powers that are well beyond anything we’ve seen him do before. Because he sticks to unpopulated areas, we never see him do much damage to Japan, but he is definitely holding all the attention when he’s on-screen. He’s a highlight for me — a total badass who is very unique in his abilities. And the stated origin for his name is goddamn adorable.

Manda — Yup, Manda is in this series... but I don’t have much to say for him. It seems like the creators of the anime didn’t have much to say about him either. His role amounts to little more than a repeated cameo, and in most of those cameos you only ever see his tail. When we finally see his full body, it’s done so briefly and kept at a distance, leaving me with no real impression. I had to look up his design online and... yup, that sure looks like Manda. Final score: MEEEEHH.

Kumonga — I definitely did not see this appearance coming! Kumonga is much smaller here than you may be used to, but she gets to star in the most suspenseful sequence in the series and easily earns the most exciting cliffhanger moment at the end of an episode. I was utterly glued to the show during her screen time, which comes with a lot of icky twists. Good ones! I honestly like Kumonga here more than I ever have previously.

NEW PHONE WHO DIS

Salunga — Uh, who? This is the one monster that isn’t based on a classic Toho kaiju but instead is a brand-new creation. I suppose that everybody who touches the Toho Kaiju franchise wants to make their own mark on it in some regard. But a big part of the fun of this series for me personally was the anticipation of seeing new interpretations and designs of classic Toho monsters. And so, given that he kind of resembles both Baragon and Gabara, I never stopped wishing they’d just used one of those guys as the basis and namesake. Taken on his own, however? He’s... pretty neat. Not unique or exciting, but solidly above par.  He resembles a cross between a lizard/dinosaur and an ape, plus his head has some nifty coloration. 

Our Jaguar!

Jet Jaguar — I guess Jet Jaguar isn’t exactly a kaiju in the traditional sense because he’s a Giant Robot. However, if you want to consider him one, then I wager he probably gets even more screen time than Rodan! We meet him almost immediately when the series begins. Initially an odd pilot-driven robot that was constructed at the whim of a quirky old factory-owner with too much disposable income, Jet Jaguar grows and changes over the course of the show, ultimately undergoing a transition in episode 7 that makes him pretty damn impossible to dislike. In fact, I utterly adored him by then. This is definitely the best Jet Jaguar I’ve ever seen. His design is recognizably similar to the original yet utterly distinct, too. Like many of the other kaiju here, he’s not nearly as big as he was when he was first introduced to the movies, but his size is ideal for battling the smaller-scale monsters that we spend most of the series on.

[nyxravessnow]

Shin Tenimyu - Musical The New Prince of Tennis The First Stage  Report

I saw the stream of the first performance of the The New Prince of Tennis musical awhile back and I wanted to write some of my thoughts. But I didn’t really enjoy the show and as I love tenimyu with all my heart, as it is my favourite show, I find it much harder to be super negative about the show when talking specifically about the show scene by scene. But with the casting news for 4th I thought that I would finish this so anyone who hasn’t seen the show can know my thoughts. 

I tried to finish it, I really did. But I have no motivation to really talk in length about this show in a deep dive sort of way. I will keep what I did for the 1st half of the show but after that it will only be kinda a summary of my thoughts. 

I have only seen the first night and I do not intend to see anymore of this show. I was incredibly disappointed and didn’t not make me want to see the show again or really any of the shin tenimyu shows but I will still watch those as a bad first show doesn’t mean all of them will be bad but I don’t think shin tenimyu will ever really be my thing. 

I will say that Tokki, Raima and Maeda-chan are actors I love so I am a little biased towards them

Bare in mind that this was the first performance and while I am not taking that into consideration for my criticisms things could definitely improve before the final show, the one that will be on dvd. 

Overall the show was about a 4-6/10 for me. There was only really one scene that brought it to a 6 and without it it would be a 4. 

Music: 2/10.

Direction: 1.5/10.

Acting: 6/10

Spoilers under the cut

Actors

Imamaki Hikaru - Echizen Ryouma: All round a solid 6/10. He was cute and delivered his lines very well but still has far to go with his singing and the design on his hair really sticking out from the sides of his hat made him seem much younger which I was not a fan of. This was a problem I had with early Nichika of them making Echizen seem too young and innocent. Like of course he is 13 and is a child but he isn’t this cute adorable boy. He can be cocky and he isn’t all innocent so I hope they don’t keep making the Echizen’s appear super young in this way.

Yamada Kento - Tezuka Kunimitsu: 8/10. I don’t think I really have any issues with his Tezuka at all. He had a very good voice, really good acting. 

Houjuyama Shun - Momoshiro Takeshi: 6/10. He has a really good voice for Momo when speaking but his singing leaves a lot to be desired. He didn’t really do very much in the show so I can’t rate him higher than a 6 as I don’t remember very much that he did bar the Oni match.

Gaku - Tachibana Kippei: 7/10. Similarly to Shun I don’t really remember him but his singing was quite good so this is where he landed

Takahashi Ryouya - Atobe Keigo: I’m sorry 1/10. He is an excellent singer and performer but there was nothing about his performance that made me think of Atobe. His voice was quite high, he was not very confident (Blending into the background when it wasn’t his match), saying his lines softly, moving softly. If I couldn’t see the wig I would not have known he was Atobe. I really hope that he can gain some confidence to play Atobe or else I think he was the wrong actor for the role. 

Maeda Ryuutarou - Kirihara Akaya/Hiramatsu Raima - Tooyama Kintarou: 10/10. I put these two here together because what I want to say is the same for both. You could absolutely tell they had been in the show before. The two brought confidence not many others had to their roles. They controlled their stage and as soon as they stepped onto it they were their characters. Every movement and every line was exactly like the character. I am so happy that they are continuing in tenimyu and hope that they will help the cast get to their level by the end of this run or maybe in future shows.

Takemoto Yusuke - Shiraishi Kuranosuke: 9/10. By far my favourite of the new cast members. I know a lot of people were apprehensive that he might play Shiraishi as sexy too much but he didn’t at all. He was excellent. The only reason that he isn’t a five is there are still some tiny things he could polish but once those are polished he will be perfect.

Matsushima Hiroki - Chitose Senri: 7/10. Ngl I keep forgetting that he was in this show. His doubles with Tachibana was quite forgetful and he didn’t have any major moments but was also quite good and not many problems in his performance. 

Shintani David - Lilident Krauser: 10/10. Like Maeda-chan and Raima you could tell that he had been in the show before, albeit much less than they had. For anyone who doesn’t know, he was an understudy and doubled as the part of Lilident in vs Rikkai Nationals. Very solid performance

(Warning I know much less about the high schoolers so this will be more on their acting in general rather than whether they were good as that character)

Ono Kento - Tokugawa Kazuya: ?/10. He was barely in the show and I have no idea how I could rate his performance. Pretty solid.

Okamoto Yuuki - Oni Juujirou: 8/10. Solid performance. Good enough singing for the role.

Aiba Hiroki - Irie Kanata: He wasn’t in the show so I can’t write a judgement of his performance

Yasue Kazuaki - Irie Kanata: 9/10. He was so excellent. Singing, acting, everything was top notch. Similarly to Yusuke he’s only not 10 because he has some small things to polish.

Chanhe (dunno how to spell his name) - Nakagauchi Sotomichi: 6/10. No real comments, pretty solid. 

Matsushima Yuunosuke - Yamato Yudai: 6/10. Pretty good, singing okay. 

Suzuki Ryouhei - Miyako Shinobu: 6/10. Didn’t have many lines or do very much, pretty overshadowed by Tokki (Will cover him next). What he did do was good, singing could use some improvement.

Tauchi Tokihiro - Matsudaira Chikahiko: 10/10. Absolutely perfect. He brought so much energy and character to his performance that I don’t think any other new actor brought. He owned the stage, even competing with Maeda-chan for my attention when on stage. He had so much presence and would draw your eyes to him. He made everything seem so natural and not acted. Like the continuing actors he became his character on stage rather than acted them out.

Takahashi Shunichi - Suzuki Shun and Tsurimoto Minami - Washio Issa: 6/10. Didn’t do too much, pretty solid performance.

Murakami Kouhei - Kurobe Yukio/Izumi Shuhei - Saito Itaru: 6/10. Pretty standard for a coach. Singing was good.

Kishi Yuuji - Mifune Nyuudou: 10/10. Absolutely amazing. Everything about his performance was perfect. By FAR the best voice in the cast, incredible singing.

Direction and choreography

I am not a director so I cannot be too specific about details but I can say what I liked and didn’t. (Every comment is specifically about the direction not singing or acting). I have studied theatre though so I do have some insight from that angle Also, please don’t criticise what I classified as the same scene and what as different. 

Scene 1: Echizen in America, 1st song

Good beginning, very solid for a first show opening. 

Scene 2: High schoolers practicing while middle schoolers arrive, coach song

Felt very reminiscent of the vs Fudomine shows where Echizen first arrives at Seigaku, I really liked this.

Scene 3: Middle schoolers and high schoolers collecting dropped balls, middle schooler song

Was not a fan. I didn’t like how close everyone was but also randomly placed. I know it is inevitable with such a small cast of middle schoolers but I would have liked to see them more with their teammates in little clusters and slowly appear in front of Seigaku. Maybe even projecting images of other middle schoolers getting balls if none are to appear. 

I did like how Echizen arrives out of the back at the end though

Scene 4: Oni vs Momoshiro, Oni solo, Momo solo

Done pretty well, will talk in other section about stage design. Both actors were solid in their tennis, no missed moves that I saw. Built up Oni’s power well, showing him as a strong player. Showed Momo’s desperation well in the blocking.

Was not a fan of only having unknown high schoolers watching on. Makes sense in an anime or manga that has time to build up and unlimited cast but this show only has three hours to build up characters that may never return or become more important later. They did not need lines but would have been interesting to see them watching the match

Scene 5: Saito and Kurobe

Pretty simple scene, just the two talking. Pretty gay. 

Scene 6: Saito talking to the middle schoolers about elimination matches, Saito solo

I think the middle schoolers could do with being less clumped up around him as it makes the cast of characters seem small and does not give an indication of scale. Liked the stillness of the middle and high schoolers during his song. 

Scene 7: Echizen and Kinchan meet Tokugawa and Oni, Echizen vs Tokugawa, Echizen and Tokugawa duet 

I really love the way Oni and Tokugawa are tall and imposing and unmoving or slow moving on the outside of the stage where as Echizen and Kinchan are being active in the middle, shows contrast between the characters well. 

I really like there not being a net here reinforcing that Kinchan and Echizen just run off and do their own thing with no regard for officiality. 

Did not like the two random ensemble cast members appearing to watch and commentate, felt very weird and slightly meta. 

Scene 8: Elimination matches

I have EXTREMELY mixed feelings here. On the one hand I think the direction is excellent with the spotlight, the figures who lose falling and the single lines echoing. On the other hand, I hate that they didn’t have many of the matches and skipped over them completely, especially the lack of cast members (which I will touch on later). If they do the elimination matches in another show and this was building up to it then I take back my negative comments and I’ll be very happy about that. But if not I think this was not enough to cover them, especially since so many were missed out

Scene 9: Kinchan vs Oni, Kinchan and Oni duet

I really love this scene. A lot of, again, slow movements from Oni contrasting the never still form of Kinchan. Probably my favourite choreography from the show with Kinchan darting back under Oni’s legs. Doubles to show Oni’s maturity vs Kinchan’s childishness as well as showing Oni not taking Kinchan too seriously and letting him just run around aimlessly before he beats him.

Scene 10: Irie and Chitose talking

No real comments, they just stood and talked. 

Scene 11: Saito takes Kinchan and Echizen to the mountain

Liked them lying on the floor together, part of a series of things linking Kinchan and Echizen together. It was a bit weird seeing Tokugawa just watching them lie on the floor and catching their breath before giving them a message and leaving. Liked Saito picking them up by their collars, gives the impression that he doesn’t care that they are children. Which he doesn’t. Scene of climbing suffers from lack of actors as this could be a good place to add in comedy, which the show is lacking, but since they only have Momo, Echizen and Kinchan, none is created. 

Scene 12: Mifune solo (ft. Echizen and Kinchan )

Loved how he is sat in the beginning, instantly shows his character. Along with his heavy slow movements and slightly hunched back. Liked it showing the middle schoolers climbing in the background, showing that he is not caring about their effort or wellbeing in getting to him. Liked the breaks to show Echizen and Kinchan and the complete shift in tone, will talk more about later in song, but also in lighting and speed of movement.

Scene 13: Middle schoolers arrive at the camp, hs vs ms outside match

Love the distance between the high schoolers, creating a sense of scale. Despite looking down usually being a sign of strength from the person standing you got a sense of Mifune’s power as they are all looking down on him sipping his sake. 

Loved the lighting for the high schoolers vs middle schoolers match. Fluid movements of the hs vs the random movements of the middle schoolers. 

Scene 14: Training back at the main camp, ms getting their place on court 5

Really liked the running on a off stage but would have liked to see characters return to stage and run off again like a consistant training menu and would have liked to see the words detailing their training be on the screen for a tad longer. 

Liked the short matches between the ms and hs but would have liked to see the hs look a bit more helpless in their movements.

Scene 15: Coaches talking, court 5 and 3 meet, Irie and Tokugawa chat 

Coaches talking is pretty standard

Liked the ms entering from different sides vs court 3 entering from the same side. Gives the impression that court 3 is a team whereas 5 is a lot of good individual players thrown together. 

Chat again, pretty standard

Scene 16: Oni talking to his court, court 5 song

I like them being spread out. Like them walking around at the beginning of the song with only Oni spotlighted to show he is bringing them together. 

Scene 17: Yamato and Tezuka talk 

Like the distance between them, showing how far apart they had grown due to time and also in personality, contrasted later during their duet.

Scene 18: Lining up, Nakagauchi vs Liladent

Liked contrast between Oni being just behind court 5 whereas Tokugawa is behind the bench (?). Of course court 3 isn’t Tokugawa’s court but it reminded me of Oni actively helping his court vs Tokugawa sending Echizen away to improve.

Pretty standard tenimyu match with no songs. Liked the show of Nakagauchi’s power by showing him being thrown into a fence, like Taka-san one of the strongest middle schoolers was in Shiten, but being unaffected by this. Of course I know it was done in the original so they also had to do it but I like how the direction is similar in both cases. 

Scene 19: Shiraishi and Akaya vs Miyako and Matsudaira

BEST SCENE OF THE SHOW. If every scene was like this one the show would be 10/10. Without this scene the show would be a 4/10 or perhaps lower.

Miyako and Matsudaira’s song was great.

Shiraishi’s solo was so good.

Shiraishi and Akaya’s duet is by far and away the best song in the show. The only song that really felt like ‘tenimyu’ and reminded me of what I loved about tenimyu. 

Scene 20: Camp training, Mifune sends Echizen/Kinchan/Momo to get Sake, Mifune solo

Pretty solid, suffering from a lack of actors and it felt a bit flat. Mifune’s singing was amazing again, though I think he did slightly get too many songs bc Mifune isn’t as important to the plot as the musical seems to make out, as far as I’m aware. 

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So, that’s the first half. 

IF YOU DO NOT WANT TO READ SOMETHING VERY NEGATIVE AND HARSH, PLEASE STOP HERE.

This show might be one of my least favourite 2.5d shows I have ever seen. The dancing was okay, the singing wasn’t great, the show did not feel well thoughtout and it was just so disappointing. So, many of the actors were rather underwhelming and despite so much going on the show felt boring. 

I may have not read the shintenipuri manga but I have seen the anime and it is really funny. This show was barely funny, so many jokes were cut out seemingly for no reason other than the characters who made the jokes not being there. But I do not understand why there weren’t there. I get they couldn’t have every shintenipuri character there but there are quite a few I think they could have added that would have brought a lot, not just to fill the numbers as the stage did feel quite empty quite a few times. Sanada, for example, would have been a very good addition to the cast he speaks to a few of the people there, he rallies the middle schoolers going up the mountain and they already use him quite a bit through voice recording so I do not see why they couldn’t actually cast him.

The show was just lacking the heart that normal tenimyu has. Every tenimyu show before this, even the ones I haven’t enjoyed as much like Remarkable Match Fudomine or Seigaku vs Shitenhoji 2nd season, made me want to watch them again. They still drew me in and got me invested in the characters, partly because of excellent chemistry between the actors. Honestly, so few of these actors had good chemistry with one another. Raima and Maeda-chan quite honestly felt good with everyone. Tokki and Ryouhei were good as Miyako and Matsudaira, Kento and Yuunosuke weren’t bad as Yamato and Tezuka and Ryoya and Kazu were pretty okay. I didn’t feel a connection between almost anyone else. I don’t know if this was the actors not feeling comfortable with each other or the fast pace of the show that left no time for actors to develop in character chemistry but I am leaning towards the 2nd as the backstage photos would suggest they got on well.

This show felt like tenimyu’s attempt to make a Toho show. And it did not work. The show took itself way too seriously instead of in normal tenimyu where they seem to have a blast and it’s okay to understand that the show is ridiculous. I don’t know if this is at all what they were attempting but with the new attitude and the actors from Toho, especially Mifune’s actor who they gave a lot of solos to, it certainly felt like that to me. 

I am not just being negative about shin tenimyu because I wanted tenimyu to stay the same forever. I was very prepared for new things in shin tenimyu but I don’t think the approach of let’s keep virtually nothing from past tenimyu really appealed to me. I honestly did like some of the new stuff they tried but I think they should have kept more things the same and phased stuff out later down the line when people were more onboard with shintenimyu. I.e. not in their first show.

I will talk more about the issues I had with casting in my next post as I will finally talk about the casting of 11th Seigaku and 4th Fudomine.  

RANT OVER

Okay, now I’ve gotten a lot of my negative thoughts out of the way.

Thanks for reading this half review, and I’m sorry it took so long. I personally wouldn’t recommened to anyone who is a massive tenimyu fan to check out this show but please don’t just take my word but see what other people think to.

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Suga Craze [Five] | Suga

[Masterlist] [Four]

In most mafia groups, when a child is born, especially a girl, they’re mistreated and used as a gateway to unite other groups. No matter what happens to that daughter, whether she gets treated like a princess or a trophy wife, it usually ends badly for them.

Growing up, my dad never hit me unless it was to scold me for something I deserved. He put me in the best schools to make sure I never ended up being a brainless doll for whoever I would’ve married. He paid for the best trainer to teach me to defend myself. One day he asked me what I wanted to do when I graduated and that’s when I told him that I wanted to be a nurse. At first, he was confused but then he smiled at me and supported my choice. I would never ask for a better father than the one I was blessed with, mafia and all.

I continue to stand in front of the picture that was displayed and surrounded by flowers. Today was the third day of the funeral where we buried him. My whole life I knew this day would come but actually experiencing it hurts way more than I was expecting.

“Y/N,” I turn towards the voice to see CL, “I’m so sorry.” She pulls me in for a hug, “Leader Shin was the most honorable leader in Seoul. Please let me know if there’s anything you need. Don’t hesitate to call me.”

I nod, “Thank you, CL.”

I walked over to Yoongi, who was doing an amazing job at organizing the funeral. He wraps his arms around me to find some comfort. He kisses me on the temple before his arms start to tense up.

I follow where he’s glaring at, which is the entrance of the funeral hall. A group of unknown men enter with only one of them being a familiar face, the EXO leader, Suho.

I grip Yoongi’s arm, “Please don’t fight. My dad has lived his whole life in violence, I just want to send him off peacefully for once.” I pleaded.

Yoongi’s face relaxes as he nods, “Okay.”

Suho comes walking towards us with his group following behind him. Bangtan makes their stand but Yoongi raises his hand in protest.

“Y/N, Suga,” Suho greets us both, “Myself and the rest of EXO have come to give our condolences.” Insync, all nine of them bow.

I nod my head, “Thank you, Suho.”

“Your father laid down the ground for people like us to rise in the underground, for that we send him off with the utmost respect.” He says.

My dad made more enemies than allies, most of them connecting to someone else, so for anyone to say that they have a great amount of respect for him means that they’ve wanted to follow in his footsteps. “Not many people can say that so thank you.”

We got back home from the funeral. Yoongi held me as we walked up to the stairs. The entire day I felt like I was on autopilot. Yoongi sits me down on the bed and kneels in front of me.

“Are you hungry?” He asks.

I shake my head looking down at my hands to find that my fist was clenched.

Stroking my arms he says, “Babe, you have to eat something.”

“I’m not hungry.” I say flatly.

He takes an audible breath as he responds, “Starving yourself isn’t good for the baby.”

“What did the M.E. say about my dad?” I ask, ignoring his protest.

Shaking his head he says, “You don’t have to worry about that right now. You need to-”

“What did he say?” I ask again with a more demanding tone.

Yoongi sighs, “He said that he was poisoned. It was placed in his drink. Apparently, your dad held a private meeting with someone before we came along but no one knows who that was. I have V looking into it right now.”

“Yoongi,” I say through sobs, “my dad raised me by himself and still managed to build the Shin Mafia. He was all I had in this world and now he’s gone.” My voice nearly breaks while saying the last word.

Yoongi pulls me in a hug, “I promise you, I will find who did this. Just remember that you aren’t alone. Bangtan is your family.” He reassures.

Laying me down to bed, Yoongi held me the rest of the night until I was able to stop crying and fall asleep.

A few days have gone by and I was beginning to feel the side effects of being pregnant. The morning sickness hit me hard one morning and hasn’t shown me mercy since. The search for whoever killed my dad has been delayed since V went back to look at the surveillance footage from his house but they were deleted and he wasn’t able to recover it. That person is still out there and not knowing how they’re thinking, they’ll come after us next.

In the meantime, Yoongi has been trying to keep me busy because I was getting too obsessed about it. He’s been taking me out to distract me while the rest of Bangtan took care of the hunting but I could never let it go so easily.

“How about this one?” Yoongi holds out a blue and white striped dress.

I shake my head, “Nah, I’m not in the mood for a dress right now.” I dully say.

Yoongi continues to look around the store for more things to buy. I know that he doesn’t know how to console someone who’s still mourning the loss of a family member but buying me things won’t help. For him trying, I smile and follow his lead.

“Yoongi, I don’t see the point in buying me new clothes when in a few short months I won’t even be able to fit in those.”

He sighs before halting his search, “I know, I just don’t know what to do to make you feel better.”

“I appreciate the effort though.” I give him a peck on the cheek. “I’m gonna go look at the shoes.”

I walk towards where the shoes are displayed near the window of the store. There are some nice looking sneakers that I can get for work especially if I’m gonna be gaining some extra pounds soon.

Walking along the window of the shoes, I notice the busy streets. My fists clench when I spot him once again.

Hyung-Sik standing on the corner of the side closest to the store. He waves and begins to fake cry. He did it. It had to be him. He killed my dad. I start walking towards the entrance of the store when he starts crossing the street.

I can’t let him get away this time. If I can get my hands on him, then I can prove that he’s really alive and kill him for sure this time.

“Y/N?” I hear Yoongi call out to me but I ignore him as I exit the store.

Once I reach the corner that Hyung-Sik was standing on, he’s already made it to the other side of the street. He blows me a kiss before walking off down the sidewalk. I make a run for it to catch him but as soon as I take a step off the sidewalk, I hear a car horn go off.

“Y/N!” Yoongi yells as he pulls me back onto the sidewalk again. The traffic light had changed to green and the rush of cars raced through the intersection. “Are you crazy?!”

“He’s getting away!” I point towards the direction that Hyung-Sik had gone.

Yoongi looks to where I’m pointing but there’s no one there anymore. “Who?”

I begin to rant hysterically, “Hyung-Sik! He did it! He killed dad, I know he did!”

With some force, Yoongi got me in the car and we drove back to the penthouse in silence. I know that he doesn’t believe me but I saw him. I’m sure that it was him.

Yoongi takes me to his office, sitting me down in the chair across from his desk. He looks out the wall-length window for a few minutes before turning his attention back to me.

He leans up against the desk, “Calmly, can you tell me what happened just now?” He asks with a hushed tone.

“I saw Hyung-Sik.” He hangs his head and sighs feeling disappointed that I was bringing his name back up again. “I know it’s hard to believe but I know what I saw. I saw him today and I’ve been seeing him since our honeymoon.”

As I’m talking, Yoongi reaches into his side drawer to pull out a folder. Once I finish my explanation, he slides the file towards me. I take it and open it to a set of gruesome photos. They were photos of Hyung-Sik in the morgue. He had a hole going through the corner of his eye and he was for sure dead but this doesn’t make sense.

I toss the pictures back on his desk, “I know what I saw. He has to have relatives or something but I saw him. I know he’s real. He grabbed me like this.” I place my hand on his forearm and squeeze it. “Why is it so hard to believe that it’s him somehow?”

Yoongi slams his palm on top of the pile of photos, “These photo’s make it hard to believe. I was there when we got rid of his dead body. He’s dead, Y/N. Normally, I would calmly talk to you about this but I can’t after the danger you put yourself in today.”

“He killed my dad. I don’t know how but when I saw him today I made it a goal to catch him no matter the cause.” I declare.

“That’s exactly my point!” He suddenly raises his voice. “You not only put yourself in danger but our baby. It’s not just you anymore you have to worry about. There’s a life growing inside you right now. You can’t think like that anymore.”

“So what do you expect me to do? Forget that my dad was murdered and just walk away from it?” I ask.

“I expect you to trust me in finding out who killed him.” Yoongi takes a breath and leans down to cup my cheek, “Your dad entrusted me to protect you and now with a baby I have so much more to fight for. So please think before you do anything that could hurt our child. I don’t wanna have to lock you away for your own protection.”

Hearing the pain in his voice makes me feel guilty at how selfish I had been for a second. I was so consumed by getting to the truth about the person behind my dad’s murder that I didn’t think about what could’ve happened to my baby. Yoongi was right. I was not only living for myself but for our unborn child as well. I know that there’s something going on that we don’t know but I hate to say that I have to be extremely careful about uncovering it.

[Six]

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Deeks' muscles prompt plus angst: Kensi is trapped (in a collapsed building or something) and Deeks has to rescue her. As he's carrying her out of the rubble she says something about his new muscles being a good thing.

“Hey, I promised my mom I would see if the electronics place down the street,” Deeks said as he and Kensi strolled down the sidewalk next to a strip of storefronts. “Are you ok with picking up the stuff from the bakery by yourself?”

“Somehow I think I can handle it,” Kensi teased, leaning in to kiss him. “Meet you back at the truck in 20 minutes?”

“Perfect.” He kissed her a second time, grinning against her lips and then turned around, heading towards the Best Buy. He checked over his shoulder and to see Kensi just stepping inside the Great Harvest Bakery. Assured that she wouldn’t catch him, he ducked inside the small jewelry store next door instead.

“Can I help you?” the young woman behind the counter asked. Her name tag said Cindy.

“Yeah, do you do custom work?” Deeks pulled out a piece of paper that he’d been carrying in his pocket for the past couple of weeks and showed it to her. “My wife’s birthday is coming up in a couple weeks and I want to get her something special,” he added.

“We can do customs, but this is pretty intricate,” Cindy said frowning at the image. Deeks nodded enthusiastically, pointing to one the stones which was encased in a swirl of silver that wrapped around the next one.

“These represent my wife and me and this one-“ A thunderous sound rocked the building, cutting his words short.

“Oh my god, what was that?” Cindy screamed, crouching down behind the counter as he ran for the exit.

“I don’t know, but get everybody out of the building,” he ordered, racing out of the door. His heart sank as he smoke pouring out of several stores a few places down.

Kensi couldn’t be in there, he told himself, running towards the bakery. The bakery and the adjoining stores on either side looked like a bomb had gone off inside. Customers were slowly stumbling out of the doors, supporting each other and choking on smoke and dust.

“What happened?” he asked, rushing to support an older man who had a bloody cut on his forehead and was being led to the side by a younger woman.

“I don’t know,” she answered, voice shaking. “Everything was fine and then it sounded like something exploded next door.”

“Call 911,” he told her. He made sure the older gentleman was seated on the ground and then turned towards the bakery.

“Sir, you can’t go in there,” she said, grabbing his arm. “The building is collapsing.” He shook her off.

“My wife is in there and she’s pregnant,” he said, his voice trembling a little as he said the words. He refused to believe that she wasn’t alright. The reason Kensi wasn’t outside with everyone was because she was helping someone.

Pulling in a deep breath, he stepped through the shattered glass door. The interior was dark, dusty and littered with rubble; pieces of plaster and concrete were everywhere, chairs and tables overturned and the glass case near the register, which held pastries and cupcakes was smashed in. The left wall seemed to have taken the brunt of the blast and had completely crumbled.

At least the fire seemed to be out, but Deeks was concerned that the infrastructure wouldn’t last much longer.

“Kensi?” he called, gingerly stepping around a fallen beam. She didn’t answer and the sick feeling that had started the moment of the explosion crept up his throat, nearly choking him.

If she’d been conscious, she would have answered or called him. She would have found some way to get to him. His stomach clenched again and he pushed the persistent thoughts away, slowly clearing the dining area before he moved on to the kitchen.

It was equally torn apart, the walls and ceiling were crumbled and many of the fixtures torn from the walls. He looked around, feeling unspeakable despair. If only he hadn’t left Kensi. He would have been there to protect her and the baby. Or at the very least, they would have spent their last moments together.

“Don’t do this to me Kensi,” he muttered to himself as he unburied a pile of rubble large enough to fit a bo-a human. “Kensi!” he shouted again, continuing his search with increasing hopelessness. He angrily tossed a broken shelf across the room and it clattered on the floor. He shoved his hand through his hair, his eyes burning with unshed tears.

He froze a second later as he heard what sounded like someone shouting. It was faint, but definitely coming from within the building.

“Kensi?” He continued calling her name, tripping over bricks and chairs in his desperation to reach her. Deeks didn’t allow himself to even consider that it was someone else other Kensi. He followed the voice to the ladies’ restroom.

When he pushed the door open, chunks of drywall and other debris rained down on him and he proceeded gingerly, wary of causing more damage. Whatever had caused the explosion had ripped a whole through the back wall and demolished one of the two stalls.

“Kensi!” he shouted again and he felt weak with relief when she answered back.

“Deeks?” She sounded surprised, but not in extreme distress.

“Kensi, baby, just hang on a second. I’ll come get you,” he told her, stumbling over bits of ceramic and twisted metal in his need to reach her.

“I’m over by the sinks.” He found her sitting between the two sinks, her hands clamped over her lower leg. “Hey,” she said when she saw him, smiling tightly. Blood seeped out from around her fingers and Deeks dropped to his knee beside her.

“Oh my god, baby. Are you ok?” he rambled, cupping her cheek, relieved to feel the warmth of her skin.

“Yeah, I just got hit by a piece of shrapnel and I can’t move my leg,” she told him. He shifted one of her hands enough to see the wound and winced at the bloody mess beneath. A small piece of jagged metal was buried just above her shin. Based on the amount of blood seeping out, the metal had missed any arteries, but it still needed attention.

“God, I thought you were dead,” he murmured, resting his forehead against Kensi’s for a moment as he let out a shaky breath. He grasped the sides of head again, let his hands slide down the length of her neck and sides, reassuring himself that she was indeed alive and breathing.

“I did too for a second,” Kensi admitted. “But we’re both ok.” She grabbed his hand and pressed it her stomach, which gently curved outward. “He’s moving just like always.”

Something groaned above them and there quiet moment was broken.

“C’mon, we need to get out of here before the entire building collapses.”

They needed something to tie around Kensi’s leg, but there was nothing particularly useful in the bathroom. After a moment, he yanked his shirt over his head and wound it around Kensi’s leg, tying the sleeves off. It wasn’t the most efficient bandage, but it would have to do.

“How’s that feel?” he asked.

“It’s fine, Deeks. Just get us out of here.” Not needing to be told a second time, Deeks scooped her up, cradling her in his arms as Kensi wrapped her arm around his neck.

As he carried her out of the creaking building, Kensi trailed her fingers down his chest.

“I guess your new muscles turned out to be a good thing,” she said happily.

“Oh my god, I cannot believe you’re ogling me while I rescue you from a building that just exploded,” he said, his relief making him a little giddy.

“I meant it’s a good thing because you’re strong enough to carry me out of here.”

“Sure. Admit it, even when you’re bleeding and in pain, you can’t keep your hands off me.”

“That is so not true,” she insisted. “But, if anyone tries to give you a scrub shirt or anything, don’t take it.”

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A/N: Thanks for the prompt and for fueling my obsession! I hope you enjoy it.

[tellyouwhatilike]

WILDFLOWER PART 1 - CALUM HOOD

So this is what I’ve been working on! I’m finishing part 2 as I post this. I really hope y’all like this, it’s been super fun to write and I haven’t posted any new writing in a loooooooong time- so please let me know what you think! <3 

Part one does not contain any smut, part 2 will 100% be smut lol. 

WARNING: This contains mature language and subject matters, 18+ please!!

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                               PART ONE

 “Cal!” An excited voice called from across the large patio.

Calum’s head whipped around while his eyes searched the scantily-clad crowd at one of this month’s industry networking events the label requested he attend. He had to admit, this was one of the more amusing ones, a themed pool party with a barbeque style spread. With that signature phony, ostentatious LA touch to it, of course. This is the kind of thing Calum typically steered clear of in the past; less so since officially uprooting his life to Los Angeles and being conditioned by his band’s record label to make appearances at gatherings like this on a regular basis. His eyes finally landed on his target and his lips curled up instantly—the melodic voice that had called out his name over the masses of valleyspeak blending together in the background, and subsequently, the only true reason he’d agreed to represent the band tonight at this function.

“My, my, my; look what we have here” he said with cheeky implication as he took a moment to slowly look her up and down with a shit-eating grin spread across his face, leaving his eyes squinted and cheeks rounded. She looked even better than he remembered, her long tousled hair neatly spilling over her shoulder just how he’d always liked it. It had been months since he’d seen her in the flesh and the sight of her was enough to make him feel giddy to his core.

“I’m so glad you could make it” she replied with a breathy laugh, cheeks slightly flushed as her arms wrapped around his neck for a quick squeeze ‘hello.’ In that moment, she was very pleased with her decision to wear her sleek black one-piece suit under her cutoff shorts with a red lip—a combination that always delivered. His palm lingered across the span of her waist around her back, squeezing gently, letting it run down to her hip before letting go. When they parted from their embrace and their eyes met, Calum’s cheeky confidence quickly turned shy and boyish, as it typically does.

“Yeah, me too. This is—this is quite the soiree.” He motioned to the mingling bodies around them. “Um, so how have you been, how was Morocco?” He looked down awkwardly at his shoes for a brief moment, cursing himself and nature for not being smoother. Trying not to come off too eager although he’d been thinking about this interaction daily for nearly a year now, whether they had been speaking or not.

They had been engaging in a modest flirtation for months and months now, they had tried going on a handful of dates right around the time the band came back to LA from touring to focus on writing the following album, ‘Calm.’ The term ‘dates,’ however, should be used loosely; Calum’s record label doesn’t approve of the guys getting snapped by paps casually dating around. Rules have certainly been broken in the past— but he figured, since they’d only just met, it wasn’t worth the headaches that these things cause on the harsh world that is the internet. People always talk and it tends to confuse the masses. So, they opted for more intimate yet appropriate venues for their rendezvous like dinner at Calum’s outdoor living space, tight knit shin-digs at his bandmate Michael’s house, or lengthy facetime calls from their respective home couches.

Calum was absolutely smitten- a feeling so new to him, he couldn’t even remember if he’d ever felt it with anyone else before. He was also terrified things would fall apart just like they always had in the past, she ran free and untamed, never staying in one place long enough to make lasting connections, making Calum wary of her potentially leaving and breaking his heart. He could always see it in her face, there was a wild side to her that she couldn’t explain. Things quickly began to prove too consuming for him as he tried to juggle really getting to know her, despite his reservations, and focusing on pouring his heart into the upcoming record. He’s the type to completely immerse himself in whatever it is that’s important to him, so he felt it wasn’t fair to them or his art if they continued building on the relationship. The pair chalked it up to poor timing and decided to give each other space while he worked with his band tirelessly on their music for a number of months. Forever the wandering bohemian, she jetted off to spend some time living with friends in Amsterdam and then frolicking about in Morocco for the summer.

Once the record was released, promotion was finished and the tour was completed; he and his band mates arrived back to LA for some much-needed R & R before eventually returning to the writing process to start it all over again. She returned back to her home base, for the time being, sun-kissed and thrilled to be back in the states for one major reason. Calum had spent nearly the whole first month home catching up on sleep, ordering sushi on grubhub and lounging around in boxers doing next to nothing; standard procedure. But now he was fully rested, extremely rejuvenated, and he was eager to get up to no good.

“I’ve been good, yeah, Morocco was gorgeous and…mind-altering…” She trailed off, losing her train of thought while taking in his face, she shook her head slightly. “Wow, it is so nice to see you again.” She reveled, her green eyes catching light of the twinkling strings adorning the canopy above where they stood. “It’s been a while, huh?” Her cheeks swelled up as she flashed him a smile and attempted to calculate quite how long it had been in her head, remembering some of the last times they hung out vividly. Thoughts shifting to his scent, how he looked different but it was somehow even better than before, the way he had to look down to meet her gaze, the hand he had pressed against her waist when he greeted her earlier, how she felt at ease and wired at the same time to be in his presence.

“Way too long” He said through a toothy smile, already having to remind himself of how they vowed to take things slowly over the text messages leading up to tonight, and simultaneously imagining leaving cherry red marks down the length of her neck. He couldn’t stop sneaking glimpses of her exposed skin and imagining her dark hair splayed across his crisp white sheets or holding her tightly while she wore one of his old t shirts, he desperately hoped that’s where this night was headed. His tongue slipped out and ran its way over his bottom lip when the thin black strap of her bathing suit slipped down her shoulder, his hand moving before the rational side of his brain had any time to talk him out of it. He gently brushed her hair back to expose her bare shoulder and slid the strap back up into place for her, their eyes meeting as his hand lingered there for a moment too long. His jaw tensed as he pulled his hand away, looking down briefly, she swallowed and made herself busy with her champagne flute. He swore he could feel little tiny electric sparks flying each time his skin met hers. “Sorry” He muttered, ever apologetic.

“Don’t be” She said softly and gave him ‘the eyes,’ the eyes that Calum still thought about before he fell asleep some nights. A face that looked like it came straight out of his dreams, innocent yet sinister all rolled into one, making him shiver. A face he couldn’t help but imagine staring up at him while she takes him into her mouth slowly, then all at once. Quite a regular fantasy he’d been having these days, this face felt like she was giving an open invitation to daydream of her. They’d been calling or texting almost daily for around two weeks since she arrived back home, anticipation rising with each passing day.

“So,” He cleared his throat some, “What are you doing after this?” He asked, meaning for it to come off more charming than it did. “I mean, would you want to go hang out somewhere… else? Or something.” He suddenly regretted going in for the kill so soon, he couldn’t read her expression, though he thought if he stared at her pouty pink lips and long dark lashes for long enough, he might. She smirked to herself and let out a chuckle, using her index finger to poke him in the chest. He, rather dramatically, twisted his face up and rubbed the spot vigorously with his palm.

“Owww!” He whined, wide eyed and feigning disdain. “What did you do that for?” He carried on while she rolled her eyes playfully. Tired of the party’s cold chickpea ‘cheeseburger’ sliders and shallow conversation, she decided to speed this process along. She was no fool, they’d both been waiting for this very moment as an excuse to hang out alone again.  

“Let’s get out of here.” She leaned in to put her lips up close to his ear, brushing her palm up against his bicep lightly. She pulled back to look him in the eyes, a little smile taking over her plush lips his eyes kept finding their way back to. “I wanna come to your house” She stated, stepping forward slightly to close the space between them, her scent creeping up into his nasal passages and making his mouth go dry imagining how sweet she’d taste.

“Yeah,” He cleared his throat, his eyes widening. “Sure… I mean, yeah, sounds good. I’ll grab the car.” He said, trying (and failing) to sound as cool as possible, turning abruptly and b-lining for the gate, lightning suddenly coursing through his veins at the thought of what was to come. Once to the car, he used the mirror to check his hair as he pulled around to the front drive of the house, moving it around and smoothing it down, not making much of a difference with his recently-buzzed ‘do. Now, he knew exactly where the night was going.  

(To be continued...)

[danganronpedits-archived]

hello! could i get a yttd, dr, and/or (s)dra(2) matchup, please? I’m pretty easy to get along with, and outgoing, according to my friends. im a very pda heavy person, and i show it whenever possible. Im naturally very charismatic, and i find it easy to get my way, but i often doubt my authenticity because of it. Usually im a very truthful person, but i can lie when it matters. im a very emotional person, but i dont like to stress out my friends with my emotions. (1/2?)

+ yttd/dr/(s)dra(2) anon here again! i care deeply for my friends and i try to help them whenever i can. usually this is more in the way of advice. despite having a fair amount of friends, though, i’m officially an introvert (infj). //thank you and have a good day!!// (2/2)

yeahhhhhh you could totally get a matchup!! you sound suuper sweet!! thank you so super duper much for requesting, your matchup may-or-may-not be under the cut !!!

i’ll warn ya though, the length of this one varies a whoooole lot. my matchup-motivation(matchivation, as i call it) has been at a low lately, super sorry that you’re on the receiving end of that! i’ll get out of my slump soon, proomise !!

-mod tsu (kinsidering icons)

first off, from your turn to die, i match you with...

kazumi mishima!

this section contains spoilers for your turn to die, as well as the island mode spin-off, your time to shine! okay, PLEASE hear me out on this one. i was originally going to put mai here- so this is definitely a jump. however, specifically based on your mbti type, i think mishima is a better fit. let me explain. despite being a little strange, i think that people can find it easy to get along with mishima. he’s very close with nao, of course, and even before the second trial he manages to develop a friendship with gin, and become on good terms with sara, kanna, joe, and somewhat reko. in the island mode, while it may be customary since he’s the protagonist, mishima does also get along rather well with the rest of the cast. plus, he’s typically the one that’s more willing to ask questions about the others in a friendly way, or more willing to be personal with the rest of the cast. it’s clear that he cares very much about other people, and i think that corresponds with your MBTI type. to quote the website’s specific description, INFJ types, “take the actions that they do because they are trying to advance an idea that they truly believe will make the world a better place.” while escaping from an island is a somewhat extreme example, it still applies. i wouldn’t say he’s exactly pda heavy- but kazumi is very actively affectionate for other people. he drinks with keiji, um... and works out with shin? however, it’s clear that in all circumstances, he wants to help and has the best intentions in mind. in terms of you, i’d say he definitely shows affection whenever possible, though maybe not in physical form. in terms of getting his way... i would actually say that he does, too. first off, going back to that charisma you both have, it makes the two of you seem rather reliable. plus, i think both of you know when what you’re asking for is too much, and in general those good intentions seep into what you ask other people for. haha... i could definitely learn something from you guys. he is rather truthful i’d say, especially in how much he cares for others. i think that the two of you would also be rather trusting, not being paranoid or wary unless there’s a good reason to. however, he can lie when it matters. in the beginning, kanna is much more stressed about her sister’s fate than she is later on in the game. kazumi lies for her sake, and tries to help her resolve and morale, by saying that there’s nothing she could have done to save her sister. obviously, kugie passing wasn’t kanna’s fault, but that was one of the only arguments kazumi could have given to her at the time that it wasn’t. that’s definitely a time when i’d say lying matters. maybe you’ve lied to spare someone’s feelings before, too ,,

well... the bad thing about hiding your feelings is that it’s hard to conclude whether mishima is hiding his own. after all... if they’re hidden, we wouldn’t see them so often. however, it’s clear that he thinks more than one might imagine at a glance. he cares deeply for his students beyond a surface level, and it’s clear that he’s attached to other people. he indirectly gives up his life for the sake of nao’s safety, and in the second chapter, his AI only blames himself for the grief his death caused nao. pluss... unless it’s with one of the kiddos(gin, kanna, etc), mishima is more the type to suggest ways to improve yourself, rather than just emotional support n beefing you uup. liiiiike, bring up your time to shine again, mishima’s obviously the one leading everyone to their epic island survival. right. BUT, in his affection events w/ shin specifically, the two of them work out together since shin mentions being really weak. whenever he facez a problem, his first thought is how to beat it into the ground. and maybe you feel similarly!!! with that productive mindset!! if you do... i promise that it’s super duper clear to everyone that you care so much, and they love-love how much you’re able to look out for their well being!!!!!! both of you do that!!! i’m going to explore your MBTI a little more real quick!!! buckle up, readers !!! buuuut before we do, mishima’s totally got a lot of friends. like, full stop, he finds it easy to get close with people on both the island and in the death game. however i think that mishima’s definitely more of an introvert than an extrovert. fiirst off, other than the whole art is the introvert’s ideal activity thing(plus, infj’s are said to be creative + artistic!! double kill!!), he also... gosh. how do i explain it. he more seems to like people than actively seek energy from them the way extroverts do, yaaa know? plus, wiith that advice thing you mentioned, INFJ’s tend to be future-focused people. i think that mishima’s a really goal-focused kind of guy. pluus, the both of you are bit reserved in yourselves(liike what you said about doubting your authenticity), and it totally seems like you value closer and deeper relationshipsz. aalso, the two of you may be a little hard to get to know, and can maybe be too sensitive to things(you mentioned being emotional). lastly, i think the both of you can totally be idealists- and as the 16personalities website says, you’re not “idle dreamers”. i wouldn’t be surprised if the both of you care for other people a whole lot, and try your best to help them and in general make the world better through other people. if that makes sense!

second off, from danganronpa, i match you with...

chisa yukizome!

like before, this part contains spoilers for danganronpa 3, the end of hope’s peak academy! it will have spoilers for future and despair arc, as i haven’t watched hope arc. ...though kaede akamatsu is a close second! honestly, while i did settle on chisa, i think you’re like if kaede and chisa did a funky dance and fused together. you’re still really like chisa though!!! the two of you both seem pretty easy to get along with, and definitely outgoing. however, i think that even with your eccentricities, you don’t really overwhelm people! you may a little here or there by mistake, but you’re sure to reel it in if they tell you about it- at least, that’s my guess. plus, i’d also guess that the two of you have good communication skills. as someone who seems to care deeply about people, both of you would probably make an effort to make sure you’re understood by the other person, and that the other person is understood in return. this also goes along with you seeming good at telling how others are feeling. plus, chisa isn’t someone who’s afraid to get physical with other people. this is shown when she physically picks up nanami in the first episode, and her pulling kyosuke and sakakura to her in an old photograph of the three. plus, while it’s not exactly affectionate... teruteru was on the receiving end of some ropes. she does seem to show this very often, as even when she’s not physically affecting people, chisa is still perfectly willing to get in others’ faces. i’d imagine that when she was younger, she might have been more like ibuki in that she just couldn’t restrain herself from expressing the affection in her body. i’d also agree that chisa’s rather charismatic. she’s able to get all of class 77-B on her side in the span of one day, and gets very close with even fuyuhiko after a few months. all of them miss her dearly when she’s sent off to the reverse course. jumping topics a little, i think that she also finds it easy to get what she wants. starting off with class 77-B, of course her charm let her get close to all of them- but her general determination makes it easy for her to know how she wants to face something. maybe you’re also the type to have ideas and a plan, and then roll with it if something goes wrong! neither of you seem like the type to go off of pure impulse, though- maybe educated intuition, but to make a funny joke, neither of you seem particularly trigger happy. you’re both the type to take a second and think before you make a decision, but you’re not the type to think too hard about most things. at least, that’s what i’m getting.

next up, we come to the reason that i went with chisa instead of kaede. i think that with your more goal-setting and process-based mind, you wouldn’t overthink a lie you’re telling and realise that it has to get done. i could be totally wrong, but if chisa sees it as necessary, she can create various well-meaning schemes. for example, while it’s not really a great one, whenever she’s brainwashed by junko she basically gets the future foundation taken down due to her acting skills. while i think she has a strong sense of right and wrong, i think that if she needed to lie she’d know it’s for the greater good. like mishima, maybe you’ve had to do something like that before- sparing someone else’s feelings, keeping someone away from trouble. so on. chisa is definitely someone i’d call emotional! her students can make her jump from protective, to frustrated, to overjoyed all in the span of a few minutes. these are all things she uses to her advantage, though i think that if she didn’t believe these emotions would be beneficial to communicating, she wouldn’t express them. you might feel the same way. for example, if you were in a situation where someone was acting unjustly, it would be more obvious than a situation where... say, you’re having personal issues that you can’t fix. i think you’d try to keep it to yourself if you didn’t think it would be beneficial. you deserve to vent !! it’s okay anooon ! lastly, i think chisa cares very deeply about those close to her. she gives a lot of advice to people like hajime and chiaki, who have their own struggles. plus, she’s not afraid to give sakakura a piece of her mind when he flies off the handle a little bit. in general, she’s also rather consoling of and friendly with munakata. even koichi, a big part of their relationship is how they encourage each other to do their best. chisa also tried to dispel nagito’s self-demeaning comments, which is... definitely a feat. even if chisa does have a lot of close friends and students who she’s on good terms with, a lot of her deeper thinking and planning happens when she’s alone. plus, even she could get overloaded by trying to overcome too many people. and just for a bit of spice, INTJ’s and chisa both are very idealistic and active about this idealism. plus, they also have strong beliefs and are unwavering on them, enjoy helping others(but need space to recharge), understand the good and bad in the world and want to make it better. i’m keeping them coming, chisa also has the traits of being very sensitive to the needs of others, being very creative, and being focused on the future.

and lastly, from danganronpa another, i match you with...

setsuka chiebukuro!

like the other two, this part contains spoilers of danganronpa another 2. though yoruko kabuya is a close second! to start off, i think setsuka is definitely easy to get along with. she’s very good at holding up a conversation and making other feel welcome, and maybe your presence is similarly welcoming or warm! she’s rather laid back, even in the killing game, so i think that you would definitely be similar to her outside of that dangerous situation. plus, i’d absolutely call her outgoing too! she doesn’t hesitate to talk to other people, and is the main moodmaker of the group. that’s her biggest concern in the killing game, honestly! maybe you’d also be more focused on calming everyone down and uniting other people, in a situation like that. plus, i think she is also pretty pda heavy! she tends to refer to the rest of the cast as kids, taking on a more mature demeanor. she also does a lot of hugging and head pats, and isn’t afraid to get in the water to swim with other people. if i’m right, she physically pulls sora, yoruko, and the others into having a pool and costume party with her. if she doesn’t she’s at least pushy- she knows how to get other people in a good mood and doesn’t hesitate to do so. this is shown with the parties she throws, how she organises everyone to meet at the satsuki land parade, just in general. she tries really hard, and i think you can also have a very active kind of moodmaking ability! she’s very charismatic, and maybe you relate to her more joking and easygoing attitude! from how you talk, it seems like you can make people feel relaxed just by being around you. and honestly i kinda love that? like, toss me some chillness pleeeez i think that she can find it easy to get her way, too. while more stubborn characters like hibiki and nikei she can’t get through to, that’s typically because they refuse to let her. even so, when she directly confronts hibiki’s closed off attitude in chapter 2, she manages to break through her cold facade. even if that’s just a little, she is ultimately the biggest factor in getting hibiki to warm back up to the rest of the group. she is rather truthful, though i think she can doubt herself at times too- i’ll get into that later. she can lie at times, like keeping nikei’s secret of his voice status, though this is like the others where she only lies and hides things when necessary.

next up, setsuka is also rather emotional. she clearly shows concern for all of the group members, and is willing to take on the role of everyone’s big sister for their sake. like, her entire role in the game is making other people happier and more at ease in the killing game. i just... that’s it. she also hides her distress and discomfort, however. whenever everyone’s showed their motive video in chapter 3, setsuka is obviously very upset by it, but she regathers her resolve and encourages everyone to keep going in spite of this. the only person who has the same amount of composure as setsuka puts on is sora, and sora’s motive video did essentially nothing except confuse her. it’s clear that she doesn’t want to stress anyone out, and puts a strong emphasis on the needs of other people. it’s obvious that the two of you care very deeply for your friends, and want to keep them safe. she also tries to help everyone whenever she can, as she tries her best to be helpful during trials, and as we just went over she’s very devoted to being a moodmaker. a lot of the rousing, invigorating speeches and words in the game are given by her, and through her actions she also does well to keep everyone’s morale high. setsuka also has more private conversations with people one-on-one about how they can handle their own worries, hibiki being the prime example. however, like with the other characters, i also wouldn’t call her extrovert. she seems to love people yes, but a lot of her conversations are more meaningful. it doesn’t seem like she talks to others just to talk, but she has clear intent whenever she does so. i think this makes her lean more to the introvert side. and finally, it’s MBTI trait lightning round time! INFJ’s and setsuka are both actively idealistic, want to make the world a better place, very happy to help others, need space to recharge, are sensitive to others’ feelings, focused on goals and the future, holders of strong beliefs, have strong imaginations, and want to get to the heart of issues so that people don’t have problems to fix. also, INFJ’s and setsuka both want to rule the world with kindness and love.

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the show concludes...! here’s a word from our sponsors. from yttd, you also remind me strongly of joe tazuna and mai tsurugi, as well as lightly of nao egokoro, and anzu kinashi! from dr, you also remind me very strongly of kaede akamatsu, strongly of mahiru koizumi and ibuki mioda, as well as somewhat of aoi asahina, hiroko hagakure, yuta asahina and sonia nevermind. from dra you also remind me strongly of yoruko kabuya, and somewhat of akane taira, emma magorobi, haruhiko kobashikawa, and satsuki iranami! also, this is just based off of vibes, but you also remind me a little of hibiki otonokoji and shinji kasai.

ehe... i’m sorry, i feel like there are a lot of minor matchups... especially from only three(technically 7, but) games... but i hope this matchup was still helpful..! thank you so much for requesting, once again...