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hypmic-writings · 3 years

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hello!!!!!! id like to request fluff headcanons of jiro, dice, and jyushis s/o (separately) playing and styling with their hair!! thank you for your hard work and i hope youre staying well and healthy!!

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Pairing: Jiro Yamada x Reader; Dice Arisugawa x Reader; Jyushi Aimono x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: None

A/N: Wait this is so cute? I wanna play with someone’s hair! Thank you for allowing me to gather these fluffly thoughts and thank you for the well-wishes! Hope you enjoy reading them as much as I enjoyed writing them~

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Jiro Yamada

you’re just hanging out at his house, laying on the couch while he’s sitting on the floor right in front of you

you get a little curious about what his hair feels like right now so you take off his cap and toss it aside to run your hands through it

at first he’s surprised and is asking why you’re touching his hair

but you just tell him to hush and stay still

his hair is probably a little greasy, but still fairly soft

he definitely has hat hair though because he wears his cap all the time

he sits like that for a little while as you play with his hair and although you can tell that he’s tense at first, once you start massaging his scalp, he relaxes under your touch

you ask if his hair has always been styled like this and he just sort of hums, saying that he’s never bothered to do anything differently with it

you make it a note to fantasize about what Jiro would look like with either shorter or longer hair

eventually you decide to do something with his hair stylistically, so you pull out your extra rubber band and get to work

when you’re done putting it up in a ponytail you tell him to go look in the mirror and he’s already on his feet running to the bathroom

you can hear him ‘ooh’ and ‘aah’ from your place on the couch and you just smile as he comes back out to you with a grin on his face

“Y/N, this looks so good! I should leave it like this for a while, right?”

“Yea, I mean, I like it!”

he’s definitely excited by the prospect of being able to change hair styles, especially if you’re the one who does it for him

he keeps it like that for the rest of the day

and even for a while after that whenever the two of you are together he’ll ask if you can style his hair for him again

his friends at school always ask where he’s getting his hair done, but he just grins and boasts that he has the best stylist

you can never say no because he just looks so happy when he asks you

Dice Arisugawa

Dice gets really excited when the two of you are cuddling on the couch together and you lean over to play with his hair

he’ll practically be like a puppy, leaning into your touch and asking for more of what basically turn out to be headpats

you won’t deny him though and you’ll keep running your hands softly through his hair

he doesn’t really mind if you mess up his hair because he’s just happy for the skinship

his hair is a little bit on the longer side, so you keep twirling pieces of it on your finger and letting it spiral out

Dice tells you that he’s always had longer hair ever since he ran away from home because he was only allowed short hair when he was young

you ask him about the tassle with the little dice on it but he just brushes you off and says that’s a long story, but that it’s a good luck charm so he can never take it off of his hair

this leads you to think of other styles his hair could have

eventually the two of you are sitting in the bathroom with lots of rubberbands all around the floor

when you finally let Dice look in the mirror he’s astonished to see that you managed to get his long hair half down and half into a bun

the both of you just kind of stare at it for a while because you know how pretty he looks but you’re waiting for him to say something

eventually he breaks into a grin and immediately goes off about how amazing he looks

“It looks so traditional and classic! I should show it off to Gentaro, I bet he’ll get jealous with how cool it is!”

“Oooh, yea, maybe I can do his hair too!”

Dice promptly shuts down that idea though, because he’s the only one that’s allowed to have his hair styled by you

you laugh and tug on one of the strands still resting on his shoulder, pulling him into you to kiss his cheek

and reassuring him that you won’t play with anyone else’s hair but his

Jyushi Aimono

Jyushi’s just laying his head on your lap, facing the tv as the two of you are relaxing when you reach down to play with his hair

as soon as your fingers even touch his head, he’s bolting upright into a sitting position and glaring at you with wide eyes

he whines and asks what you’re doing and proceeds to tell you that he spends hours every morning perfecting his hair

and that if you try to touch it, it’ll get messed up

so you just shrug and cross your arms, saying that you guess he doesn’t want any head rubs from you

there’s a moment of silence before Jyushi is clearing his throat

“Well, I suppose we could style it...together...”

your hands immediately latch onto his long locks and you’re not surprised to find out that his hair is incredibly soft and well-cared for

he lets you play with it for a little while and secretly really likes it before standing up and telling you to follow him into the bathroom

he proudly shows off his massive array of hair products and when you ask if you can style it for him, he’s frozen in place

you promise you won’t do anything permanent and that you’ll even help him wash his hair afterwards

he eventually agrees and you have a field day going through all of his products and basically playing with his hair as much as possible

you decide to do a rather intricate braid that’s tight, but still allows his hair to flow down over his shoulder to the front

when he starts crying that he wants to see what you’re doing and that you better not be ruining his beautiful hair, you just hush him and tell him to wait until you’re done

once you finish, he’s running to the mirror - you watch his eyes widen and for a moment you’re worried that he hates it

but then he’s crying and saying that his hair looks so pretty and that he’s sorry he ever doubted you

you simply chuckle and throw an arm around him, pulling him into a hug

he demands that you show his stylist how you made his hair like this and even mentions that he wants to wear it like this to a show

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

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terrifictomholland · 4 years

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Maybe they're walking home from a nightclub and they're a bit tipsy, and Tom gets pulled by his chain/hoodie tassles into a dark covered shop door and they fuck? Is that any better?

Yes okay so, I’ve changed pretty much your entire prompt hahah (I’m sorry love!) Please enjoy!

special thanks to @worldoftom

NSFW UNDER THE CUT!

You could feel your study buddies’ eyes on you before you heard the murmurs. You glanced up at them, seeing that they were staring at you. Or rather, at someone behind you.

“This seat taken?” a silky smooth voice asked. The one voice you never expected to hear in the campus’ library, let alone on a Friday evening when there was sure to be a much more interesting party happening at one of the frat houses.

He was clad in a pair of jeans and a blue, loose hoodie completed with a cap keeping his hair out of his face. He had one hand on the back of the chair, the other went up to adjust the brim further down his face. It shielded his eyes, giving him somewhat of a mysterious look. In other words, he looked fucking delicious.

“Uh, no, knock yourself out,” you murmured, getting your things that you had splayed out all over the table, putting it in a more tidy stack. Tom grinned and took the seat right next to you.

“What’re you doing here?” you couldn’t help but ask after a while in a hushed tone, the question burning inside of you. Your eyes swept across the tables, seeing your buddies quickly divert their gaze to their homework, trying to make it look as though they weren’t chomping at the bits to know what you and Tom were saying.

His eyes moved over your torso for a second, licking his lips before it turned into a wolfish grin.

“Nice shirt,” he pointed out in such a casual manner as though he hadn’t fucked you silly in it a few days ago, making your cheeks burn.

“I-it was the only clean thing I had,” you stuttered and his grin widened even further.

“Mmh.”

“Don’t change the subject on me.” You straightened up feeling his eyes on you the entire time, his hand resting on your back rubbing it and his foot sliding over to yours, making you lose focus all over. “What are you doing here?”

“I was looking for you, wanted to know if you wanted to come to a secret party.”

Your eyebrows lifted as you stared at him skeptically, trying to read him and what his intention behind this was. “A secret party?”

He moved closer to you, fingertips dancing gently along your wrist and you felt your pulse pick up and breath hitch in your throat. “Yeah, a secret party. For the two of us.” With a smirk, he pulled back from you, loving the reaction he got out of you from a single touch.

It took you a moment to realise what he was insinuating. You saw the light flush on his cheeks, felt yours warming up too, stomach filling up with fire at his words. You subtly squeezed your legs together, but of course Tom noticed it as his hand slipped down to your inner thigh giving it a rub.

“What do you say, hm?” He knew you were a done deal, and so did you.

You nodded. “Let’s go.”

—-

It didn’t take you long to reach his dorm and the second the door was shut, he pounced. He had you pushed up against the wall and lips capturing yours in a fiery and heated kiss. A moan you couldn’t help escaped once you felt his possessive hands touching you all over, leaving a trail of fire on your skin.

“Shit, Tom,” you breathed, letting your head fall to the side, letting him kiss the exposed skin, his lips and tongue exquisite on your neck. Another shuddery moan fell from your lips when he bit down and sucked, leaving a pretty mark for everyone to see later. He spread your legs with one foot, snaking his own between yours, pressing it right up against your core making you whimper.

“Go on, babe, let me see how desperate you are for me,” he goaded and you bit down on your lip as a thrill ran through you at the prospect of just letting go and doing whatever he wanted you to.

Not so subtly, you began grinding yourself against his thigh. Your wetness collecting rapidly in your panties as the most delicious and incredible sensation built up.

“So fucking gorgeous humping my thigh, aren’t you, pretty girl?” he praised, and you heated up under it, soaking it up as much as you were soaking your panties by this point. You held on to the back of his neck, tiny whines and gasps falling continuously from your lips.

“Feels so good, Tommy.”

“And to think this is nowhere near as good as it’s gonna feel, huh, pretty girl?” Those words alone and your efforts to hump his thigh had you close to cumming already.

“I want more,” you begged, staring at him with wide doe eyes and your lips slightly parted.

“What do you want? Gotta use your words, pretty girl.” He smirked, kissing the corner of your mouth, and you turned your head to the side to meet his lips in a deep and frenzied kiss.

“Touch me, please,” you moaned against his mouth as he picked you up. Big and strong hands on the back of your thighs, right below your ass as he carried you over to his bed, throwing you on it next.

“Where should I touch you?”

You squirmed around on the bed before he fell on top of you, holding himself up on his forearms as he went back to kissing you for a bit.

“You know where,” you tried against his lips, moving your hips for him to get the hint.

“Mmh, ‘fraid I don’t, babe.” You felt the smirk against your lips before he pulled away, leaving a trail of kisses to your neck once more until he found your sweet spot and sucked on it.

“Touch my - my pussy.” You felt your whole face burn when you said it, but he just laughed against your skin, running his fingers up and down your sides.

“Was that so hard?”

“Shut up and touch me,” you whined impatiently and he glanced at you with a devious look in his eyes.

“I don’t think you’re in any position to make demands, pretty girl,” he threatened, making you squeeze your thighs around his hips as a moan slipped out.

“Please, Tommy,” you begged, staring up at him, back curved into an arch in a deep craving for more of his touch. More of his heat. More of his everything.

“So needy, aren’t you?”

He sat up, pulling on the hem of your shirt, so you quickly got it off you along with your bra, leaving you completely topless in front of him. His eyes roamed all over your tits, making you flush deeply.

“You are so fucking gorgeous,” he said, and in the next second his scent was all over you. His mouth kissed along the swell of your breast, taking your nipple in his mouth and lavishing it with attention. Sucking, swirling and tugging until you were completely breathless and shaking underneath him.

“Oh my god,” you moaned, arching your body up and feeling just how soaked you were. He hadn’t even begun touching and already you were this desperate.

“You’re so impatient,” he hummed against your hardened nipple, but this time you stayed unfazed.

You let your fingers move up to his head instead, turning his cap around so it was on backwards. Him wearing a cap and with his hoodie on still, it was driving you a little crazier than you wanted to admit.

He kept giving your tits his undivided attention until you craved for his skilled mouth on yours, so you pulled him up to your face to kiss him. You got lost in it, his tongue slipping inside your mouth easily, making you pull him even closer to you, arms safely wrapped around his muscular shoulders.

As you did, his hand slid down your front, straight into your panties, and you let out a shaky breath as soon as his fingers came in contact with your drenched core. Your hips bucked up on instinct against his touch. His fingers merely teasing your folds, spreading your juices all over your pussy and clit making you cry out.

“Ohhhh fuck,” you whimpered, clutching onto his shoulders already feeling your legs starting to shake.

“You’re so soaked for me, aren’t you, pretty girl?” he murmured, letting his finger slip inside of you with little resistance. You threw your head back, letting out a loud moan when he fucked it in and out of you. His breathing on your face, the noises your pussy made, and even your own moans, everything was turning you on all the more.

“M-more,” you asked of him on repeat until he added another finger, pumping them in and out of you steadily as your legs fell to the side. You were all exposed to him now, feeling the pleasure overwhelm you.

Before you knew it, your toes were curling, stomach tightening and pussy clenching hard around his fingers. Your breathing came out in short, rapid pants the second his thumb brushed your clit and added pressure on the highly sensitive bud.

“O-oh, fuck fuck fuck,” you gasped fervently, throwing your head back and rolling your hips. “Faster, harder, fuck- please,” you whined, feeling your climax nearing.

“That’s it, pretty girl, cum for me,” he groaned at the noises you were making and with a snap, you felt yourself crumble, letting yourself succumb to the pleasure. Shaking and quivering as he fucked you right through your orgasm, not slowing down until you were soaring down from your high, feeling your legs tremble.

You glanced at him seeing the way he pulled his hand out of your panties and into his mouth, licking them clean and making quite the show of it. A small whine fell from your lips at the sight and you could feel the dull throbbing coming back between your legs.

“Come up here,” you made grabby hands at him, wanting to kiss him for a bit. He chucked his jeans and boxers off and was about to pull the hoodie over his head, but you stopped him with a hand on his chest, his eyes landing on yours.

“What do you want, pretty girl?” His tone and facial expression being one of utter confusion. You felt your cheeks grow hot under his gaze.

“Keep it on?” you offered in a quiet beg, your eyes flickering up to meet his. Running a fingertip across the lettering on his hoodie. The fabric was soft to the touch, but you focused more on the slight ridges of his pecks, prominent even under his clothes. That and on how his entire face changed, eyes twinkling with something devious.

“Does this turn you on, pretty girl?” The shit-eating grin on his face was enough to make you squirm even more because yes, it was a massive turn-on.

“Maybe.”

“Of course it does,” he teased in a sing-song as he ran his fingers around your nipple. “You fucking love it, don’t you?” he continued, kissing the corner of your mouth next.

“Say it,” he said, making you arch up with a gasp at the command in his voice. Something about it was intensely raw. Hands firmly clasped around the sleeves of his hoodie, you let your eyes roll into the back of your head at the way it made your lower stomach clench and tense up.

“Mmh, I do, please Tommy, fuck me with your hoodie on,” you begged, feeling his lips on your neck and he pulled you closer to him, using his hand on your ass to get you where he wanted.

“Fuck yeah, can’t wait to pound your sweet little pussy til’ you’re screaming my name.” You let out a whimper at those words, palms traveling up and across the seam on his shoulders, and your pussy clenched.

“Please Tom, fuck me now.” You felt him turn around a bit and shuffle around, most likely to remove his jeans. When you felt him sit up on the bed, you shifted on your back then moved your hand down to his cock, jerking him off, hearing his moans and curses as you did.

“Such a big cock, gonna split my pussy open, aren’t you?” You moaned, seeing him retrieve a foil package from the bedside drawer, his actions faltering ever so slightly as you squeezed the base of his cock.

“Keep that talk up, I fucking dare you,” he growled, slapping your hand away from his lap, and a shiver ran through you as you moaned helplessly.

“What are you gonna do about it, Tommy?” you goaded, seeing the fire in his eyes and you bit your lip, watching him open the package and roll the condom on his hard cock.

“Gonna fuck the brat right out of you,” he threatened, pulling you up on his lap and making you straddle his hips. The head of his cock poked your inner thigh and you ground your hips into him, making him nudge your soaked entrance.

“Maybe that’s what I want,” you purred, taking a hold of his cock and jerking him a few more times. His pained groan told you he was as ready as he could be, so you lined his cock up and let yourself sink down on him.

Loud moans filled the room from both of you once he was fully inside of you.

You looked up at him admiring the way he looked as you had fully impaled yourself on him, sweat already forming on his temples and that’s when you saw the cap. With a cheeky grin, you nicked it off of him putting it on your own head backwards.

“Oh fuck you look even better with my cap on,” he nearly whined, seeing his cap on you and you smirked rocking forwards, his whine turning into a full-blown moan.

“Still as tight as I remember,” he gritted out, his jaw clenched together and you moaned, placing your hands on his shoulders for leverage.

“Oh fuck,” you whined, rolling your hips before starting to lift yourself up and sink down on him again. His cock dragged along your walls, making you feel all of him and you whined when he began snapping his hips inside of you. His cock pushing deeper inside of you than before, you angled your hips just right and let out a moan to the feeling of your toes curling when he reached your g-spot.

“Tom!” You gasped, throwing your head back, and he was quick to latch on to one of your tits, hand moving from your hips to your ass and giving it a nice hard slap.

“Fuck yes,” you moaned, lifting yourself up and slamming down on him, fucking him like that, drawing moans and groans from the both of you.

“Pretty girl, fuck, you’re taking my cock so fucking good,” he grunted and you leaned in to kiss him hotly, your mouths muffling your moans as you kept fucking yourself on him. Your thighs were burning and the cap kept falling off with your movements, and you had a thin layer of sweat covering your entire body, feeling your heart race and the fire erupting in your belly.

You broke the kiss and straightened up, hips still going although more slowly, teasing him, seeing the way he nibbled on his bottom lip and feeling his hand smacking you again. Still you rode him gently, caressing both hands across his chest and his belly, fisting around the hem and sliding them under the fabric. He felt hot, soft muscles trembling under your touch, but something didn’t feel right.

You wanted more. The heat of his skin was inviting, but his expression was painfully gorgeous, so you stared into his eyes and panted, “Want you to fuck me from behind.”

His eyebrows shot up in surprise, but a filthy smirk formed on his face and he helped you off of him. Without words, you got up on all fours and he got on his knees behind you.

A wave of excitement was steadily building up inside of you when you felt his hands roaming your ass, kneading and teasingly slapping it.

“Fuck,” you whined, feeling everything in you quiver already from the build up. Your arms nearly gave out when you felt him tap his cock over your clit and you let out a moan, feeling him spread your juices all over your core and clit, making you push your hips back wanting more.

“Shit,” he grunted, sinking inside of you in one long, smooth motion, and you let out a high pitched whine. The new angle made your eyelids flutter at every new spot he kept finding, some that you didn’t even know you had. Your pussy squeezed around him like a vice once he was buried to the hilt inside of you.

“O-oh my god,” you whimpered, closing your eyes, then you desperately fisted the sheet. Bound to his will, you let him set a bruising pace, his hips slapping against yours as your body jolted forward. The pleasure you were experiencing was so overwhelming you could barely form a sentence anymore, just barely making noises that sounded like words but might as well have been grunts.

“F-fuck - hngh,” you cried out when his arm came around to your front finding your clit and your eyes rolled back, pussy clenching and full body shaking. Your toes curled and he could tell how close you were.

He smacked your ass with his free hand and it was all it took for you to cum with a scream, feeling your high take over as he fucked you through it. Hard and fast, rubbing your clit with intent, bringing on another orgasm for you.

“C-cum for me, Tommy,” you urged and whined at the loss when he pulled out.

When you turned your head, you watched him remove the condom and discard it onto the mattress. It landed somewhere by your foot, but that was the last thing on your mind because his hand was on his cock, fist tight around it, jerking off steadily. His hoodie was riding up his belly a little bit, a patch of skin glistening with sweat under it, and you wanted to touch it, wanted to feel how warm it was, but your arms didn’t obey.

You only watched him, face contorted in pure bliss, a little ‘oh’ dangling from his mouth, spit on the corner of his lip, but soon enough your entire ass was coated with his cum, ropes of it shooting off all over you.

“That’s it, baby, fuck - keep cumming,” you moaned, wiggling your hips, and he let out a guttural moan, head thrown back as he jerked the last few drops onto you. You collapsed on your tummy on his bed, feeling so well-fucked and sated.

“God, that was incredible,” he panted and you looked over at him with a lazy smile, stretching your legs.

“Fuck yeah,” you agreed, seeing him get off the bed before he soon returned with a wet cloth, tenderly wiping you clean. You shut your eyes, adoring how gentle he was being with you now.

“Want to watch a film with me?” he asked after a moment, throwing the cloth into a hamper, crawling up beside you. His hoodie was still askew, but he used one hand to straighten it up, the other caressing the curve of your lower back as he approached you again.

There was a quick kiss on your mouth that you couldn’t explain, but you didn’t have time to question him. He helped you sit up and slip under the covers, him following you right after, naked from the waist down but never motioning to remove his hoodie. Smiling to yourself at his decision, you snuggled up next to him, all thoughts soon to be forgotten.

“How about we just watch the BA kitchen?” you asked sleepily, feeling him shuffle around to get his laptop.

“Sounds like a good idea.”

You glanced up at him, smiling fondly at him, then you leaned up, pressing a soft kiss on his incredibly kissable lips. His response was an adorable laugh and his cheeks turned pink.

“What was that for?”

You grinned shyly. “I just wanted to, you look so soft and cuddly right now.”

“So do you, pretty girl,” he smiled, wrapping an arm around you to pull you even closer. You couldn’t help but to be a little shit to him though, craning your neck up at him.

“Hmm?” he hummed without taking his eyes off the screen, making absent-minded patterns on your arm.

“So…” You curled a finger around the collar of his hoodie, gently pulling at it with a smirk.

“Can I have your hoodie now, or after the next round…?”

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insfiringyou · 5 years

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BTS - V and Cassandra try roleplay / use their safeword

Contains: Historical roleplay, smut, angst. Potentially triggering content with gender powerplay, rough sex and dubious consent.

V and his girlfriend Cassandra are inspired when watching the 1963 film ‘Cleopatra’ to try out historical roleplay as Cleopatra and Julius Caesar. Unfortunately, things start to become too real and Cassandra is forced to use her safeword.

This is a major part of our headcanon universe and ongoing storyline (find out more here) - this is set after Jin, Suga, RM and J-Hope have started their military enlistment and roughly 3 months before V’s military enlistment. This contains some very minor spoilers for future fics, not yet written.

To read each member & their girlfriend’s headcanon universe fics in order, follow the links here: RM / Jin / Suga / J-Hope / Jimin / V / Jungkook & Our full masterlist can be found here

(photo credit goes to: https://bangtan-sonyeon-scans.tumblr.com/)

Rated and potentially triggering content below the cut

The closing credits started to roll as the guards found the body of the queen, an asp slivering at her side. The dramatic music reminded them that the film was old; that the faces they had watched for the past three hours belonged to actors and actresses long dead and from another era.

Cassandra sighed, stroking Taehyung’s leg gently. “Elizabeth Taylor was so beautiful.” She commented, feeling his warmth beside her as he pressed his lips gently to her cheek.

“Not as beautiful as you.” He murmured against her skin, making her simultaneously blush and roll her eyes.

The idea had come to them both almost simultaneously and, after a little discussion, Casandra carried herself off to her small bathroom, dress and makeup pouch in hand. As she crossed the wooden floorboards of her studio apartment; her bare feet coming across the Turkish rug placed in the centre of the room, another idea struck her and, making sure Taehyung was preoccupied with his own costume, quickly snatched it up and took it with her. It had been bought for her by her friend, Ara, as a graduation present, and had followed her through two different apartments.

In the bathroom, she carefully applied the thick kohl eyeliner to her upper lids and a little gold highlighter to her cheeks before sliding on the long, white and gold dress. The floor-length, loose-fitting garment was more of a Grecian style than Egyptian, but it was the closest she could find in her closet. She took an oversized pair of gold earrings from the windowsill above the toilet and threaded them through her pierced ears before slipping on several bangles she had stored in her makeup pouch. The final touch was the rug itself, which she laid out flat on the floor. Bending down, she grabbed one end with her outstretched hand and slowly began to roll herself up, making sure to leave one arm sticking vertically from the top. From inside the scratchy fabric, she tried to hear whether Taehyung had finished getting dressed on the other side of the door from the lack of sound before she knocked hard on the wood with her exposed knuckles.

She waited for the sound of the door opening wide before she unrolled herself into the bedroom, her red hair flying over her face as she was exposed to the air, her dress wildly riding up above her knees. Bending down, Taehyung grabbed the tassled end of the rug and pulled it roughly into the bedroom, carrying Casandra with it before he kicked the bathroom shut behind him with bare feet. She spat out a few stray strands of hair which had gotten caught in her lip gloss before smoothing it away from her flushed face to view her boyfriend.

Her eyes roamed, a little amusedly over his makeshift toga, fashioned from a white bedsheet and pinned loosely around his shoulders and to the gold pleated skirt which he wore. His legs were otherwise bare and a little hairy, his knees and tops of thighs exposed.

She grinned. “Is that my skirt?” She noticed the belt had been tied to the smallest setting to fit his narrow waist.

“It’s not a skirt, it’s a toga.” He stated in a flat voice. Her grin widened at the sound of his refined accent, clearly trying to replicate the old-fashioned received pronunciation of the actors in the film. It seemed more than funny that he should be putting on a British accent while speaking in Korean, but she admired his dedication. Standing up slowly, she smoothed her dress against her body in an attempt to recover from her frantic entrance. The fabric skimmed her curves sensually as she walked towards her boyfriend.

“How are you finding Alexandria?” She asked seriously, mimicking the accent he had set for the piece.

“A little warm for this time of year.” He stated, fanning himself a little with his hand to prove the point. He paused. “Is that all you came to ask me?” He asked, voice believably irked as though she were wasting his time. She paused for a moment, trying to think through her answer.

“I wanted to present myself in a way fit for an Emperor...” Enjoying the hungry look Taehyung was giving her, she slowly moved her hands to her shoulders and slid the loose-fitting straps from her flesh. The entire dress fell easily to the floor in one, smooth motion, revealing her bare breasts and uncovered pubis. Taehyung’s eyes moved down her naked body, lips parted as she held her arms at her sides, palms facing upwards. “What is your verdict?” She asked.

Unable to help himself, Taehyung moved towards her, bridging the gap between them as he spoke. “I desire nothing more than the union of our two great empires.”

Cassandra raised her eyebrow teasingly. “Nothing more?”

“Perhaps one thing...” He growled in a low, deep voice, pressing his body against hers.

“And what would that be?” She whispered, lips inches from his.

Eyebrow raised as his eyes roamed over her body, he reached towards her, slipping his hand between her thighs and palming her pussy. He enjoyed the soft feel of her curly pubic hair against his skin as he looked her in the eye. “This...”

While his bold move would have turned her on under other circumstances, she couldn’t help but feel he was not respecting the power of her role. If he thought that Caesar would be able to seduce Cleopatra so quickly, he had another thing coming. Keeping her gaze fixed on his, she showed her defiance. “And what gives you the right?”

Taehyung smirked, as though the answer were obvious. “We must have an heir.” Slowly, he brushed his index and middle finger through her folds, sliding them against the soft skin of her inner labia, stroking her gently.

His reply took her by surprise and she took a moment to gather herself, stepping away from his intimate touch. “Do I not have a say in this?” She asked, frowning.

He shook his head, removing the safety pins on his make-shift robe and throwing it to the floor, exposing his chest. “You should know your place.”

She gawped, mouth open in shock as she contemplated whether Taehyung had paid attention during the film at all. Cleopatra was the most powerful woman in Egypt; cunning and ambitious beyond all measures. To believe that she would so easily give in to a man, Emperor or not, who had the audacity to slide his hand between her legs and finger her cunt without consent was not only insulting to history but to womenkind.

Cassandra took another step back. “My place?” She bellowed.

Taehyung shrugged. “You don’t get a vote.” He answered honestly, palming her breast a little roughly and giving her a squeeze.

“Let me make one thing clear!” She said, pushing his hand away forcefully and feeling herself growing in confidence, less self-conscious that she was acting. “I do not know how women are treated in Rome but I am no second class citizen!” Her voice was strong, truly believable for the first time in the conversation and she could see her words resonating in Taehyung’s eyes; he almost looked fearful of her as she edged closer to him. “It is you who should be bowing to me.”

She moved towards her boyfriend until she was forced to strain her neck to look up at him, their eyes locking. While her speech had felt political and important to her, she could see the desire in Taehyung’s gaze as he looked at her hungrily. She thought for a moment he was going to resist her but he took her by surprise, dropping to his knees in a swift movement; his cartilage hitting the wooden floor with a noisy, painful sound which rang through the attic apartment.

“Is this low enough?” He asked in a breathy voice.

She shook her head, as he began to bow, lowering his face towards the floor. “Lower!” She shouted, placing her bare foot gently against the top of his head until his lips touched her skin. Not wanting to hurt him, she removed it swiftly as he pressed a closed mouth kiss to her toes, as though in an act of worship. She watched with satisfaction as he moved to the other foot, kissing along the top as she moved back and sat on the edge of the bed. He turned her feet over, clasping them in his hand as he kissed the soles tenderly, his spare hand kneading and caressing the flesh around her bare ankles and calves.

He moved up her body, opening his mouth against her legs and inner thighs before he came to her exposed core. She spread herself for him, moving her feet onto the bed as she parted her thighs and felt his tongue press against her opening before he opened his mouth wide and showered her entire labia with wet, messy kisses. She moaned as he closed his lips around her plump outer labia, tugging them a little before probing through her folds with his tongue. He groaned against her, enjoying her taste as he opened his mouth once more, capturing as much of her as he could in one go before sucking noisy on her clitoris with pouty lips. Cassandra scrunched her eyes closed, trying to focus on the sensation and enjoy his enthusiasm. He pulled away from her delicate bud and moved downwards, trailing his slick tongue along her cunt before spreading her arse cheeks with both hands and licking around her anus. She squirmed at the sensation; while it could be sexy when the mood was right, the sudden change in focus had surprised her and, reaching down, she gently tugged on his sandy coloured hair to encourage him to move back up her.

She didn’t know whether he had misunderstood her intentions or was keeping in character; she knew a little about Ancient Rome and remembered there seemed to be some kind of fixation with anal sex, especially among the men. He ignored her grasp, continuing to probe at her other entrance with his tongue until she tugged harder, urging him to stop. His hand moved quickly to her wrist, fingers jingling the gold bangles as he held her steady and away from him. His grasp was hard and she suspected there would be a mark left later, but he seemed to get the point and slowly moved back up to her clitoris, kissing it tenderly before sucking it between his teeth. He moaned loudly, causing Cassandra to pipe up.

How do I taste?” She asked curiously.

“Like the desert...” He purred, pulling away for a gasp of air. She smirked. “Like myrrh, and juniper...” He seemed transfixed as he moved back in and kissed her a few more times, running his tongue along her pink slit. “And papyrus growing on the banks of the Nile...” Cassandra considered how genuine he sounded and wondered whether he was actually envisioning this; imagining it so hard that he could taste those exotic notes on her skin. “And sweet milk...and sex.” He finished crassly.

“Is that good?” She gasped, a little breathless.

“I could drink you forever.” He whispered passionately as he gave her a token lick to prove his point, moving his tongue from her cunt to her clit. She felt her pulse increase.

“You will...” She gasped, suddenly forgetting who she was supposed to be. Her comment had come from the heart but when Taehyung moved up her body to press his lips to hers, she found it hard to ignore the slick sheen of juices on his cheeks or the poignant taste of herself on his skin and breath. His mouth opened widely against hers and she tried her best to kiss him back with as much passion and enthusiasm but found herself becoming overwhelmed. He reached between her sticky thighs and pushed two fingers deep into her cunt, slickening them with her secretions before pushing them slowly into her mouth. She couldn’t linger on it; just as soon as she swallowed the milky, slightly salty substance, his hands her parting her folds as he pulled up his gold skirt and entered her roughly.

She grunted at the sensation as he slammed against her thighs; despite his preparation, she was not quite ready to comfortably take his thickness and felt herself being stretched by his cock as he quickened his pace inside her. His hands moved to her bare breasts as they trembled with each heavy thrust, massaging them in firm, circular motions before placing a quick slap on each. The sound resonated throughout the room but it was not painful; the tight sensation between her legs had also started to ebb away but Cassandra became aware that she would rather not be doing this; that while the idea had seemed quirky and, if she was honest, sexy an hour ago, her headspace had now become too chaotic. To make matters worse, Taehyung seemed to be getting too carried away with his role and she wanted nothing more than for him to stop or finish quickly, to spare her having to lie there, flat on the bed, much longer.

Taehyung’s loud moans filled the room as he became more and more breathless, his forehead sheening with perspiration making his light-brown hair stick to his skin. “Will you be my queen?” He whispered, bending down and opening his mouth sloppily against her right nipple, making it shine with his saliva.

“No.” She whispered in reply, out of breath from his harsh thrusts into her.

He moved away from her breast, looking her in the eye as he straightened up, his hips never losing pace as the noisy echoes of their skin slapping together filled the apartment. She could see from his eyes that her comment had wound him up. His expression was filled with anger and, for a panic-stricken moment, she could not work out whether it was Taehyung she was speaking to or Caesar. His next reply made her heart sink.

“Do you want your empire to fall?” He sneered, fucking her hard. “Your people to perish?”

She frowned gently, hoping he would see that she was not enjoying this. “Of course I don’t...” She protested in a quiet voice, wondering why he was still keeping the act up.

“Then why are you trying to resist me?” His hands once more returned to her wrists and he pushed them back, raising her arms above her head in a gesture which made her feel all the more exposed and naked as her breasts lay flat against her chest

“Taehyung...” She murmured weakly, hoping it would make him come to his senses and drop this whole silly thing. She looked in his eyes, hoping she would see something which would indicate that he had heard her, but instead he placed his palm firmly across her mouth, silencing her.

His thrusts increased as he began to reach release, his eyes snapping closed as he threw his neck back. The weight of his hand against her was starting to become unbearable as, in a panic, she struggled to catch her breath. The side of his hand partially blocked her nose and, feeling her body grow faint, she began to claw at his back with her bitten fingernails, dragging them across him as roughly as she could as he fucked her. He had not yet ejaculated and she realised, from past experience, that this could be prolonged and dragged out. His body began to swim above her; the room losing its sharp focus and seeming blurry around the edges as she thrashed beneath him, eyes bulging wide in their sockets. In a final, desperate attempt to prevent herself from losing conciseness, she opened her mouth against him and bit, hard.

He cried out in surprise, his eyes returning to hers as he clutched his palm to his chest. Colour had started to return to her cheeks as she gasped shakily, but she promptly grew pale as she saw the heated fury in his eyes, with his other hand darting to her exposed throat. His long fingers closed around it. He looked mad; wild, and before she knew it she was screaming out loud.

“Constantinople! Constantinople!” Her frenzied cries echoed around the exposed beams which held up the slanted roof as she started to sob.

Taehyung paused, his body frozen before he slowly pulled his hand away from her neck. He looked down at her with wide, confused eyes, as though seeing her for the first time in hours. She was clutching her red face with her palms, covering herself from view as she sobbed uncontrollably. Kneeling back on the bed, he bent down to kiss her arms, his touch gentle against her wrists as he tried to ease them away from her body.

“Cassandra...” He murmured softly, trying to reason with her.

Her arms flew from her face as she sat up, cheeks glistening with tears. “Fuck off you cunt!” She yelled, making him jump.

He took a moment to gather himself, shifting on the duvet as she wiped her sodden face with her palms. “What’s wrong?” He frowned.

“You almost fucking throttled me!”

His face dropped, as though he had been slapped. He tried to reach for her, to take her hand, but she pushed him away. “I wouldn’t...” He protested weakly.

Her brown eyes glistened with heat as they locked with his. “Wouldn’t you?” Her jaw was firm, body finally under control. “It felt fucking real to me!” She exclaimed as she slowly slid off the side of the bed. Taehyung’s eyes followed her as she walked around the room, looking for her discarded clothes.

“It’s just acting.” He argued in a slightly bewildered voice, watching as she bent down to pick up the white and gold dress she had worn earlier.

Straightening up, her voice snapped loudly. “What do you know about acting?” Her eyes once more met his across the space. “You were clearly enjoying it...”

Taehyung shrugged. “I thought that was the point?”

“So you’d have been happy to rape me?” She asked as a fresh set of tears spilled themselves silently down her cheeks.

“I would have stopped!”

“Would you?” She asked doubtfully.

He hesitated and she shook her head. “That’s what I thought...” She murmured sadly, sliding the dress over her head and covering herself from view.

“You’re my girlfriend...” He faltered. “Why would I want to hurt you?”

“You tell me...” She cast him a final, mournful glance before reaching for the back of a wicker chair to pick up her denim jacket which had been lying there for a few days. “If you figure it out, let me know.” She finished pessimistically, grabbing her car keys from the kitchen table and sliding on a pair of Sketchers she had left by the bathroom.

She closed the front door firmly behind her as she descended the stairs which connected her attic studio to the rest of the apartment block, wiping her face messily with the rough sleeve of her jacket as she considered where she could go. Her first thought was to go to Ji-eun’s apartment before remembering she was holidaying with her parents in Switzerland and would not be back for another week. Ara was likewise away, touring with her group in Japan and Young-soon and Jungkook had moved to Incheon the month before following her father’s stroke. Reaching the ground floor and pressing the release button to the front door, she unlocked her blue Clio and slid into the driver’s seat, fishing the satellite navigation box from the glove compartment. It took her a few minutes to mount it to the dashboard and input Nana’s address, by which time she half-expected Taehyung to have gotten dressed and followed her down. She took a quick glance at the entrance of her building, across the narrow road, before pulling away from the curb.

Back in the apartment, Taehyung ran his hands messily through his hair as he cried; his bawling unselfconsciously loud as he mentally cursed himself and wondered how on earth he could ever make things right.

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writing-anomaly · 5 years

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Torn

Fandom: Jojolion

Summary: Yasuho's life is tearing at the seams. The volatile Rokakaka trade is catching up to them and when Josuke unravels, Yasuho is pushed to her limit. She's left more vulnerable than ever as she struggles to protect two men who barely know her.

This a story in which the protected must become the protector.

Chapter 1

He'd stripped at his own suggestion.

It was the most strategic course of action rather than having to rewash his clothes, he explained. She could only nod before he tossed his sailor shirt near the door, turning her back toward him to grant the privacy he didn't know he needed. Up till now, Yasuho assumed he had been styling his own hair. It wasn't until she started seeing little 'nicks' in Josuke's hair line that she'd questioned Tsurugi about who had been cutting his hair. To her dismay, Norisuke-san had assigned the task to the disgruntled Joshuu.

An attempt at forcing a brotherly-bond, she bemused.

The nicks became even more apparent after Josuke started asking her to go out with him more often. Josuke, was so honest in the way he dealt with people, she couldn't bare the thought of Joshuu trying to sabotage him under the ruse of helping his adopted brother keep up his appearance. And so she offered to style his hair, which Josuke animatedly agreed to.

"Yasuho-chan!" Avoiding his gaze proved to be in vain as he ducked around her small frame to come face to face with her, in nothing but a pair of navy blue boxers.

"Oh my gosh." She said, feeling heat rush to her cheeks at the state of his undress. His eyes were bright, excitement permeating off him like a child on the first day of school. She could could feel her lips form their own smile as the warmth of his joy lit a spark in her.

Yasuho had him sit in a chair, facing away from the large bathroom mirror.

She grabbed the clippers Josuke had borrowed from his adoptive brother as she prepared to cut his hair.

"Here it goes." The crack in her tone was as unintentional as the shakiness of her hands. She'd be be lying if she said she wasn't nervous. Her heart was beating through her rib cage.

But why worry?

She'd cut her own hair since middle school so she knew her way around a pair of clippers. She'd never doubted her hair styling capabilities before, at least until Mamezuka came along. Overall, he was a courteous man but his flowery hospitality, grew from a dark crevice she was convinced hid monsters her nightmares could only dream of.

She avoided contact with him when at all possible.

Yasuho had been open to the plant appraiser when they first met. They were under threat of attack by an enemy stand and Mamezuka had taken in both her and Josuke to his ski lift abode on the mountain. But in the midst of it all, he saw fit to use her as bait. Josuke had come to her aid after the plant appraiser pushed her down a 20ft drop, but she still had the scars to remind her of how disposable she was. Unfortunately, she couldn't dodge Mamezuka without completely cutting off Josuke. The quest for the rokakaka had the two paired off like a married couple. But when she did have to see the plant appraiser, she spared only a few words.

Hello.

Goodbye.

And not much in between, if she could help it.

Mamezuka seemed to have a dark sense of humor.

He loved small talk.

Correction.

He loved small talk with her.

So much that he would break a extensive conversation with Josuke just to make a random remark she'd be forced to respond to. Lately, he'd taken a liking to doubled-edged comments on her appearance. The plant appraiser's compliments had their own backhand, most of which were aimed toward Yasuho's hair.

'You look like you cut your own bangs.' Yasuho recited the words internally. There was nothing offensive in what he said alone.

What was that supposed to mean anyway?

That man irked her to no end.

She loved the way her pink hair brushed the roofs of her eyelids and framed the sides of her face. She had a feeling that Josuke did too.

The buzzing roar of the clippers in her hand died in an instant when Yasuho realized her first folly. Stopping in her tracks, she instead pulled out a black heart-shaped compact decorated in gold colored roses.

"Woah, Yasuho!" Josuke jumped as he felt her soft form press into his back, Yasuho's arms wrapping around his shoulders and trapping him in a welcomed embrace. She rested her chin over the Joestar mark of his left shoulder as she spoke into his cheek.

"You forgot something." She teased.

His head whipped around so he could face her, a small amount of panic etched into his handsome features as his brows raised in question.

"Oh! I-I did?"

He was so cute, she could hardly stand it.

"Mhmm." She opened the compact mirror in her hand and faced it toward Josuke.

He looked intently at his own reflection.

His bi-colored eyes widened, inspecting his face from every angle as if recongizing himself for the first time. Yasuho almost dropped the mirror when his hand reached up to cover her own. Gently, he angled her hand so that the mirror included both of them within its depths. The heart-shaped black border of the mirror, made their reflection look like one of those lovey-dovey couples photos her friends carried when they wanted to brag about their boyfriends.

If only..

Yasuho averted her gaze, embarrassed about her thoughts.

She bit her lip.

"Yasuho? Was it something important? I'm s-sorry..I can't remember.." She could see the disappointment in his eyes over not being able find the answer.

He was just like the lost puppy she'd loved so much in her childhood.

"Oh, no. It's just...your hat is in the way. I need to get to your hair so i can cut it." She angled her hand up to reflect the white and blue sailor hat he was wearing in the mirror's reflection. His decorative tassle bounced where it hung on the rim of his hat as he titled his head, trying to understand the situation. His dark brows furrowed.

"No worries! I was just teasing you." Yasuho stood up and closed the compact mirror with a soft click before grabbing his left hand in both of hers. She felt a tightness in her chest. She regretted that her teasing had caused him distress. Had she been thinking, she would've remembered how sensitive Josuke was over his memories. It wasn't much but she rubbed the soft skin on the back of his hand, hoping it would be enough to soothe him.

Josuke looked up at her from where he was seated. Slowly his full lips stretched into the gap-toothed smile she loved so much. Promptly, he took off his sailor hat and placed it on the counter behind him. Free from constraint, his hair cascaded to his shoulders. Each strand, a wave in a dark ocean of lustrous hair. It was in stark contrast to his alabaster skin, and plush rose-colored lips.

His mischiveous dark eyes turned to Yasuho.

"What a naughty girl!" In his excitement he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into a tight hug. It might've been a bit too tight, because Yasuho's knee collided with his, causing her leg to bend as she fell into his lap.

Yasuho squealed.

If it wasn't for his strong arm, she would've been picking teeth off the bathroom floor. Her body weight had completely rocked over his legs, her face halting inches from touching the tile as her legs flailed in the air to counterbalance her weight on Josuke's bare thighs. She knew he would never hurt her, but sometimes she wondered if he realized how strong he actually was.

"Oh, my gosh." Yasuho let out an exasperated breath that turned into a nervous laugh. She allowed her legs to drop as she relaxed. The distribution of her weight put a pressure on her lower abdomen and pelvis that left her slightly breathless.

"What are you laughing at Yasu-chan? Huh?!" Josuke cocked his head to the side as he peered down at Yasuho, a playful glint in his eyes.

Yasuho may be small, but she was never one to back down from a challenge.

She turned her head to look him straight in the eyes.

"I'm laughing at you, Josuke Higashikata!" She attempted to lift herself up from her bent position only to have Josuke tickle her profusely. Her body involuntarily writhed at the feel of his treacherous fingers gliding along the exposed skin, where her shirt had hiked up to expose her belly and back.

"Uh-uh. You're still in time out, you naughty girl!"

Yasohu laughed frantically.

"What was that?" Josuke held his right hand up to his ear, as if he struggled to hear her. He was rubbing it in. Part of her wanted to throw a hissy-fit, and the other half wanted to kiss him.

Though, she could hardly respond for all the giggles that escaped her.

"Josuke, please!"She spoke between breaths.

"Hmm?" The lilt in his voice was full of amusement.

"Please!" Yasuho couldn't take it anymore.

She caved.

Payback was a given.

Josuke Higashikata's day would come.

For now she'd play nice, because he'd won today.

Cheater.

She resisted rolling her eyes and Josuke grabbed her hand to pull her up. Yasuho, who had been face down the whole time, landed in a resting position on her knees as Josuke gently positioned her weight to the lower half of her body.

Yasuho pouted.

She squinted her eyes into the best death glare she could muster, resulting in Josuke wiping tears from his eyes from laughing so hard.

"Yasu-chan, is sooo cute." He never let go of her hand, which he held in his lap as he stared down at her in all his half naked glory. His porcelain skin glistened in the fluorescent light. Not because he was clammy, but because he was born with skin that most girls would strangle a cat for. Both soft and firm.

Yasuho found herself mesmerized, yet again, in the gaze of his bi-colored eyes. He possessed a beauty, that didn't belong in this world. When she looked hard enough she could see the seam that ran along the center of his body. It was easy to forget that at one point Josuke had been two separate people, each with their own hopes and dreams. She wondered if she had gotten to know either Kira Yoshikage or Kuujo Josefumi, would they have been as close as she was with Josuke. She wondered if Josuke was attached to her because he truly liked her, or just because he felt he didn't have anyone else to turn to. She craved his attention. It was undeniable. But sometimes she felt guilty. Was she taking advantage?

She found herself becoming self conscious when she realized Josuke was still holding on to her hand. He turned it, palm side up. Lightly, he began tapping the base of her index finger with the tip of his own. His breathing had become heavier, his broad shoulders rising and falling in a rythmic fashion.

"Umm, Josuke.."

He didn't bother to explain as he intersected their fingers.

Softly, he pushed the tips of his fingers through the divides at the base of her hand, forcing a gap between them. Yasuho's skin tingled as he slowly uncurled the joints of his noticeably larger hand. It felt like thread gliding the eye of a needle, building static as he traced between them, spreading her fingers to match is own. The stretch was gratifying and somehow wider than she'd ever positioned them on her own accord.

It felt strange.

Yet pleasurable like something she was almost too scared to name.

Yasuho could feel her heart begin to race when Josuke bit his lip. His gaze fixated on her slightly trembling fingers. He'd never acted this way before. She was in a bit of a daze. Her mind tried to process what was happening but drew up a blank.

Josuke closed his eyes. His mouth parted as began lift her hand.

'He wouldn't...'

The warm moisture of his steady exhales against her fingers made the cool air of the room all too noticeable in its absence. His mouth parted a little wider, his tongue peaking ever so slightly over the curve of his moist lips.

"J-Josuke?!" Her voice was urgent. Almost pleading. This was not normal behavior for him. It was increasingly difficult to fight back the notion that this Josuke wasn't quite the same guy she picked up from between the wall-eyes.

"What a lovely voice." They were both brought out of the moment by a voice that was neither Josuke's or her own. Josuke released Yasuho's hand as his attention focused on the intruder.

"Ah, Jobin-san. Konnichiwa!" Josuke greeted in a chipper voice. It was as if nothing had transpired between them. The atmospere lightened immensely with his change in demeanor.

"I wish my wife would say my name like that." Jobin sauntered in to the bathroom, amusement rolling off him like a heady perfume. The green hair that swept over his right eye, was held in place by its usual hair clip. A left-over from the Higashikata ritual of dressing the first-born son as a girl in order to ward off misfortune. It was a feminine contrast to his masculine demeanor.

The eldest Higashikata son's presence was overwhelming and Yasuho instinctively retreated ever so slightly behind Josuke's form, hoping to God that she could somehow dissapear.

"Jobin-san, I thought you had gone to Hawaii as well." Josuke turned his body toward the Jobin and the door; Away from where Yasuho kneeled at the side of his chair.

Josuke had told her that his adoptive family had flown to Hawaii as a weekend getaway. She hadn't expected any run-ins. Least of all with Joshuu's older brother. She recalled very little interaction with him despite being his younger brothers childhood friend. He always wore a pleasant smile on his lips despite his predicament of worrying over the possibility of his only son suffering the cruel fate of the rock illness.

'Oh, God...please don't look at me' She begged inwardly.

"I'm still jet-lagged from my business trip to New Zeleand. I'd like to keep my zombie ass here in Morioh for a while." His laugh was unrestricted and warm as a thousand summers. "Don't mind me, I just came to grab an aspirin."

He patted Josuke's shoulder as he passed them both by to open the closet on the far end of the room. There was a series of bangs and clunks until he held up a small white bottle with a red cap that rattled when shook. Pleased with himself, Jobin stepped right over a flustered Yasuho who clung to Josuke's leg like a lost child seeking protection. He didn't acknowledge her in the slightest.

'It's like he doesn't even see me..'

Yasuho's eyes crossed as a translucent bubble floated into her line of sight, settling on the tip of her nose. Relief washed over her as she recognized the barely visible bubbles of Josuke's stand, "Soft and Wet," most of which, settled in the palm of his hand. She never felt more greatful for his ability to remove things selectively, such as sounds and sight.

Josuke was hiding her from Jobin!

Her grip on Josuke's leg loosened, and she couldn't help but smile in gratitude to his reflexive protection. Josuke seemed at peace with Jobin's company. Though her friend's actions made her wonder if the elder Higashikata put him on edge as much as her.

Jobin grabbed the door knob as he began to exit the bathroom. He stepped into the hallway, then paused to turn toward Josuke again.

He lowered his uninterested eyes to where Yasuho was kneeling behind a seated Josuke.

He waved.

"Ya-chan, Yo!" Leaning against the frame of the open bathroom door, Jobin's eyes widened as he feigned shock at Yasuho's compromised position on the floor. He gasped, bringing his hand up to pathetically cover his slackened jaw. "I'm sure Joshuu would be heart broken!"

"We're not dating!" Yasuho sputtered.

"No need to explain to me, missy." He winked at her then regarded Josuke.

"Those are fuckboy problems." And with that, Jobin skipped down the hall muttering words that suggested a little heartbreak might grow Joshuu a few chest hairs..

The door shut with a resounding click.

Yasuho turned to Josuke who appeared just as shocked as she felt.

His eyes were fixated on the door through which Jobin exited.

It was Yasuho who chose to break the silence. "I thought you hid me from him."

"I did." was Josuke's soft reply.

Author's notes: Hey guys, I'm pretty excited about this story. I'm having a lot of fun writing it.

Yasuho needs more love in the fanfic community!

Comments and criticisms are more than welcomed :D

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baabaathegoat · 6 years

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Burlesque

Part One: Cock and Bull Pub, Edinburgh

Jamie stared into his glass, the whisky almost gone. There was just enough liquid left for his melting ice cubes to slide around the glass with ease. He stared at them, transfixed as the icy blocks glided around the edges of the circle, then twisted slowly as they became drawn towards each other again, rocking together slightly as they joined in the middle of the glass, melded together in a dance. That is until Jamie’s finger pressed down to force them apart again, sending the ice cubes scuttling towards the edges once more.

Rupert’s jovial voice muttered in his ear “I s'pose ye think those wee icicles are some grand metaphor for you and some lass then aye?”

Jamie turned his head slightly in the direction of Rupert’s voice, his eyes remaining on the swirling ice, ready to push them apart again. "What lass?" he asked Rupert, trying to sound nonchalant. A proper glance at his cousin's smug face and Jamie felt compelled to add with some exasperation “I dinna know what ye think ye know so how about ye just shut yer lousy gob and leave me be?”

Unaffected by Jamie’s response, Rupert ventured “I’m just sayin’ that a lass who makes ye think of grand metaphors in yer whisky glass is trouble. That’s about the size of it”.

“Oh aye?” Jamie responded then quietly muttered to himself “Grand indeed. All without speaking a word to each other”.

"So out with it man. What filly has ye cahonas in a twiddle?” Rupert asked, interrupting Jamie's renewed absorption on the dancing ice cubes.

“Och I don’t know. Maybe it’s nothing.”

“It’s not nothing man, that bar girl over yonder has been pulling her top lower and lower all evening to get yer attention. As it is even blind Duncan in the corner knows we’re one tug away from seeing her topless and it’s all for your benefit. Ye only grunted to the childe so far tonight. Usually ye throw her a kind word when she serves ye drink, but tonight she’s going down a desperate path to get ye to notice her all because yer fixatin’ on some other lassie.”

Jamie briefly glanced in the direction of the young girl in question, unconvinced of Rupert's assessment, then looked away even more quickly once he surmised that the assessment of the young lasses top was, in fact, quite accurate.

Rupert now had his eyes trained on his cousin “Ah so whoever she is, she’s got ye by the short and curlies me lad. Time to tell all.”

There was little point in delaying the story. Rupert had always been able to gain the measure of a situation with ease, and he had a relentlessly nosey nature. If he didn't hear what was eating Jamie now, he wouldn't rest until he had all the information.

After a brief contemplative pause, Jamie began. "I met a girl".

"Christ alive son. I got that. What of it?"

With a small sigh of exasperation directed at Rupert, Jamie continued "I went to take a new order from the Theatre Royale today. When I got there the manager, Old Mac, was on the phone, so I wandered around the foyer for a bit. After a few minutes I noticed there was music coming from inside the theatre so I stuck my head through the door just because I was curious.”

"And bored shitless.”

"No, curious. Old Mac isn't known for sticking to a schedule when it comes to business and I'd never spent much time in a theatre afore".

"Aye so ye were bored and looked in the theatre and now you're telling me ye canna live without ballet and thats yer new mistress, aye?"

"Do you want to hear this or not?" Jamie asked, raising his eyebrows in annoyance.

Rupert sighed. "Fine, just get to the good stuff quick smart like. I reckon I've got a real chance with the redhead two tables over tonight as long as ye finish befor she leaves.”

Jamie shook his head in resignation at his cousin. "There were three girls up on the stage. One was French, another was a tiny little thing and the last one ... the last one was incredible. Gorgeous. Legs a mile long with this incredible smile that lit up the stage and a laugh that made me feel ... wow!"

"Oh aye? And what name does this hot mummy-long-legs go by?"

"I didn't get to find out. The French girl seemed to be teaching them how to do a striptease on stage, and after a minute or two she told them all to take off their robes which is when I saw her fully. She was wearing this red and black striped corset, with these red satin panties and fish net tights held up by a garter, and heels, a choker and long satin gloves. She looked incredible. Sinful. A goddamn temptress. Then the music started over and they began to dance. Slow and sensuous at first, then building up to more raunchy dance with thrusting moves before they began to slowly take off items of clothing".

"Jaysus man. Why do I always miss out on the good stuff?" Rupert countered, now giving his full attention to Jamie, who continued.

"I was dead set rooted to the spot. There was nothing on earth that could have compelled me to leave at that point. Completely transfixed like I was having an out of body experience. She was glorious. Those heels made her legs look like they would never end. I was almost begging for her corset to come off and when it did..."

"Aye?" Rupert interjected eagerly leaning in, then noticing Jamie's euphoric smile he added "that good?"

"Oh Rupert. This woman is ... she's... she's just...God there is no word to describe her."

"So ye've fallen for a stripper then?"

"No. Well, I don't think so. When the corset came off she was wearing tassles on her... you know... and her wee underpants stayed on. So she never got fully naked. But dear heaven she was so tantalising and I was so turned on I couldna hardly see right. Ach Rupert, she left stuff to the imagination and I cannae stop imagining now.”

"So what happened when you spoke to her?"

"Weeeel just as they finished some man snuck up behind her, smacked her on the arse, grabbed her around the waist then lifted her up so her legs were kicking in the air all while she was laughing and carrying on with the little twerp. She dinna seem unhappy at his attentions so I left."

"Ah so the poor little ice cubes ye were playing with so attentively afore was not you and her together, but ye pushing her and the ass slapper apart?"

Jamie looked at Rupert with a start "How did ye- Damn you don’t miss a trick do ye-"

"So ye left?" Rupert continued, fully engrossed in the story and ignoring Jamie’s side commentary. "Did ye even speak to old Mac in the end about the job?"

"Oh aye. Briefly. He handed me a folder just as I scarpered. Said all the details were in there. Told him I'd get some proofs sent over in the morning."

"Sent over? Sent over?? Oh no me lad. A job for an old client like Mac deserves that personal touch. You, my big red bundle of puppy love are going to deliver those proofs in person tomorrow to the theatre. Don't be confusing old Mac with ye fancy pdfs and gifs and pricing options online. Give him the personal touch. And then go find ye lassie and personally touch her."

Jamie rolled his eyes. "Yer a crass man and a daft git. A girl, nay, a woman like that deserves the finest of everything and I can't just go sniffing around like a desperate fool, she deserves better."

"Son. If what ye say about her is true then I'd reckon the lass has met many a desperate fool in her lifetime. Now I've seen ye face when ye talk about this one. She's yer wumman. Go get yer wumman".

#burlesque #jamieandclaire #fanfic modern au #baabaathegoat #part one

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