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moonartemisia · 7 months

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A Thought of You || Tsukishima Kei × Fem!Reader

Synopsis: Anniversary years, you and Kei are already in a 4th year relationship. For how many annoying years of teasing, loving, the arguments the two of you ever shared, and the lowest times the two of you ever needed each other's side. You thought of surprising him for your anniversary, but things have gotten a bigger, yet memorable feeling had happen.

tags: fluff, time-skip, college au, anniversaries, skinships

Note: In participating of @sugarbebenireo love language collab thank you so much for letting me join in this event! I had ideas already on where should I start writing once more. Please enjoy reading!

"Will this be enough?" You mumbled through your way, walking, carrying a box that has strawberry prints on the packaging. In a rush and worried state, you settled on your phone to check the time with a notification from the calendar; alarming the title "Happy Anniversary." It was today, so you were in a hurry.

I completely forgot about our anniversary, busy with requirements, exams, reviews... This and that, THIS and THAT—

Keeping your surprise for him has cut short due to time. You have other plans in mind. College seems to be a hectic hell for the both of you, but rest assured you and Tsukishima always plan a way to spend quality time over such a busy year. You awfully felt disappointed as this day was your last exam day. It ended after, eventually, and head off.

"A strawberry shortcake will be fine. Nothing beats up to a simple celebration."

However, you paused for a bit and noticed something.

Ah, right... the tall blonde has prefecture divisions today. Damn it.

Though, that doesn't stop you. After all, this is a perfect chance to think of an idea for your anniversary.

"Ah, better take my focus on preparing a small party for us. That won't hurt much, as long as when he gets home from the match."

Sadly, you haven't thought of coming there to watch and surprise him. Probably your absence will be at best. You're sure Tsukishima will understand. This is your opportunity to get busy with everything in your hands.

It didn't take you long enough to add decorations at your dorm that you and him shared. You thoughtfully recalled how you and Tsukishima wanted a dorm solely for the two of you. Amidst the enrolment, supposedly Tsukki was assigned into some other room at the dorm. Fortunately, things have settled with the arrangements with the landlord of the dorms. Eventually, it ended just as both of you wanted.

Everything has its memorable course, especially the best feeling of entering the same college as him. Thus, Tsukki now known volleyball players in the divisions. You were proud.

Those random thoughts of you and him together for long lingered as you blushed. You never expected how far your relationship with Tsukki exceeded. Sighing underneath your breath, you carefully placed the shortcake on top of a small coffee table; with a number 4 candle along with a stand saying "Happy Anniversary" behind it.

"That should do it!" You proudly chimed at your efforts, waiting for him to come home soon.

2 hours passed, and Tsukishima wasn't home. You began to worry, overthinking if he was in overtime. Picking up your phone again as you saw no messages from him. It really bothers you, Tsukishima may timely update you on important matters. So what happened?

Frankly, enough to overthink his late presence, you decided to call him on the way. You don't want to waste your efforts on this special day with him. Or maybe just to reassure you if there are things going on.

I knew he was on his division match today. Isn't he already overtime now? I'm not sure if he is... or did he forget our anniversary?

Although with so many ring calls, the blonde hasn't picked up the phone on your line. You decided not to give another call on his contact upon your frustrations. A sigh let out your breath, still waiting for him.

Until a soft ping notified you

Kei—?!

You saw his message. Quickly, you jolted from your seat seeing his response.

"Are you already home from uni? Come down, I'm already in front of our dorm's entrance. Sorry for not replying."

He ordered you to come down for a bit. That's odd?

Hurriedly so, you did. You can't wait to see him and give him a congratulatory surprise after his match, right? Carefully following down the stair aisle as you opened the door through the main gate in front of the dorm. You can already see Tsukishima as told.

He is all dressed up... casually formal in his usual apparel. The glasses skimmed the clear lenses with his signature smirking face that you fell for. It deemed your bashful reaction to his appearance.

"What— I mean... your game, is it finished?"

"Yeah, we won... so I came up quickly just to prepare."

He walked towards the gate, volunteering you opened it for him to get inside. Tsukishima's ears turned rose red as he stared at you.

"I saw your missed calls, but I'm aware of our anniversary. It just hits our day that we've been busy. Even if it means to... I managed to end the time just to spend it with you."

"Kei..."

"I've booked a reservation just near our block. I can already see you haven't changed your clothes from earlier."

It didn't mind about it, you were busy planning a small party for both of you inside. But, that's another surprise for now, nonetheless. Tsukishima actually planned the same thing for your anniversary. A simple planned date which you never expect.

"Surprise, surprise... I didn't know."

You answered, chuckling.

"Ah, well, there's nothing I can think of. Dates with you always have been the goofy times."

"I actually also planned the same thing as well. Maybe come inside?"

The tall middle blocker blinked, "You also prepared a surprise for me?"

"Well, come inside and I'll show you."

Entering the dorm with Tsukishima, slowly stepping onto your shared room — reaching a hand as you slowly opened the door. The lights were dimmed, yet flickered with led lights and a glowing moon ambiance of the room filled. There were strings of stars hanging quite up the ceiling. Lastly, showing the main area where the strawberry shortcake was placed on the coffee table you put.

"Here, it isn't much since I got from our uni while you were in your division match. Happy Anniversary, Kei."

Greeting your man a warm smile, and it gladly paid off your efforts in preparing this moment for the two of you. Tsukishima couldn't help but chuckled at this cute setup you idealised. Especially the moon, since he is your moon.

"My, my, pipsqueak has her surprise too. I'm speechless."

"Anything I can do for us, Kei... did you like it?"

"No, if it weren't, I would love it."

He teases you, bringing his arm stretching onto your waist, pulling it closer to his.

"What?"

"Thank you, I never thought I'd be this happy. I'm lucky to find someone who rides and handles this side of me."

Tsukishima said, grinning onto your special appreciation. Indirectly admitting he loves the surprise you made as he hugs you.

"You're the best... I love you."

With that said, he pulls away from the warm embrace. Tsukishima's hands were on your shoulders — face nearing to yours, giving a soft and tender kiss. The lovely feeling gives you butterflies like he has always done ever since the first time. Looking back at it now, everything has been perfect.

"I love you, too... Kei. Also congrats, my middle blocker. You've done it again."

A cunning remark after a kiss, Tsukishima smirked.

"Always, and will be. No one ever tries to pry over my blocks. Well, I won't be so sorry for being so cocky. So— "

"Okay, okay, but how about we start off with this before we head out to our date, hm? Love?"

"Heh, sure. Probably after dinner, I might enjoy two desserts for tonight."

"K-kei!?"

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selenemoonlite · 5 months

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✧.* HOMEBDY || Hajun Yeon × OC

SYNOPSIS: Starting to question where their bond lies... hitting on their private room inside the club without no one is looking. Their friends and fans might be suspicious of the two of you getting comfortable with each other. Away from the noisy rave, the breath of intoxicating cigarettes, people drinking and chattering; what's left between the tension folds? "What are we?" Is the question to this desirable feeling of uncertainty that you wish to fade... Tags: drugs, fwb, situationships, mentions of alcohol, foreplay, rough sex, semi-bondage, mutual stimulation, edging, one-night stand turned sneaky link, drama, psychological matters, familial issues notes: no beta reads! This is a oc × canon story, dark contents will be present in this prompt by the following tags, and korean or any foreign words in the story. Based on the song "HOMEBDY" by DEMÍ ft. slimedemidemislime & Madman Stan

╰┈➤ ii: Act Tough ✧.*

"Follow me, I'll take you somewhere you'll be satisfied to hate me more."

Those words struck in her mind as Hajun guided her towards the secluded room in the bar. Letitia had conflicting emotions about entering this room, knowing it was commonly used for intimate encounters. As they entered, Hajun firmly grasped her wrist, pulling her further into the room. Letitia couldn't help but feel a slight unease about the situation.

The room itself, designed for passionate encounters, exuded an ambiance that heightened anticipation. The mix of purple and pink neon lights created a seductive atmosphere, with a large bed positioned in the center. There were also numerous concealed items to discover in this area. It reminded Letitia of the love hotels all over here within the district. Despite her nerves, Letitia had a sense of what kind of place she was in as Hajun locked the door behind them.

But, this is a consensual one-night stand, right?

She couldn't figure out the mood Hajun was in after a petty argument.

"You're serious?"

"Did I back down to that?"

Letitia crouched shutting her lips tight. Hajun persisted. Luckily, his polite mannerism still keeps to his rude demeanor.

"Like I said, forget what I said. Wouldn't be stupid of me to hear it from you? Yes, this is petty."

He knows? Good thing. The female rapper chided his statement. Unattainable to speak her mind.

SLAM—!

"H-hey, Hajun—"

Letitia's heart raced as Hajun's lips met hers in a fiercely kiss. Despite her shock and confusion, she couldn't deny the intensity of their connection. It was a clash of emotions, a mix of fear, anger, and desire that consumed her.

She resisted at first, trying to push him away, but his grip on her hands only tightened, anchoring her in place. His lips moved against hers, their mouths melding in a dance of dominance and submission. It was a battle of wills, and in that moment, Letitia found herself losing.

Her body responded to his touch, her own desires conflicting with her instinct to fight against him. Hajun's forceful kiss ignited a fire within her, awakening a side of herself she never knew existed. It was as if his passion was infectious, overwhelming her senses and clouding her judgment.

As the kiss deepened, Letitia felt her resistance crumbling. Her hands gradually relaxed in Hajun's hold, a surrender of both her physical and emotional defiance. His lips explored every inch of her mouth, claiming her in a way that both terrified and exhilarated her.

Time seemed to stop as they clung to each other, lost in a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. Letitia couldn't ignore the undeniable chemistry between them, the undeniable pull she felt towards him. Despite the circumstances that brought them together, she couldn't deny the electrifying connection they shared.

As Letitia's hands were set on his chest that made him hurled a moan.

The sensations that Hajun is feeling through his mind — there may be a potential romantic or sexual tension between him and Letitia. However, despite having many fangirls and being known for his flirtatious nature, Hajun respects boundaries and understands the difference between being a flirt and a fuckboy. He doesn't want to engage in casual relationships or take advantage of his fans' desires. Hajun values his popularity and knows that there is a limit to how far his fans can fantasize about being with him. As a confident man, he seeks a genuine connection with someone, rather than just satisfying sexual needs and intentions.

But a different feeling is such an immense exclusivity in his case towards Letitia.

Their passionate and fiery kisses had a magnetic pull, with their feet grazing the floor— Hajun pushed her onto the edge of the bed. As his hands left her body, a soft thud endured her. He then discarded his jacket, which had fallen to the floor. the fire in their passion was growing. Both rapper leaving themselves breathless, Letitia knew that their journey was far from over. Hajun's hate for her still simmered beneath the surface, and she couldn't forget the danger that lurked in his eyes. Yet, she couldn't deny the undeniable truth that her heart had already been captivated by this ruthless man.

"H-hajun..."

He darts down at her. With a slight creak, Hajun bends on one knee. Leaning his figure closer to her, huffing.

"You look helpless..." a blunt comment came from his sharp voice.

Letitia's eyes drooped slightly, and her breath became shallow with each raspy pant. She could see her own reflection in Hajun's moist pink eyes and her cheeks grew increasingly flushed with every second. Hajun's presence was overpowering, causing Letitia's every sense to heighten in intensity.

"You..."

He takes off his glasses placing them on the counter table beside the bed before returning a glance.

Being taunted by Letitia's shaking voice, the blonde only peered a sly smirk, "Yes, me? Shush..."

A cocky answer to pull off, the female rapper couldn't hesitate any longer as her body was pressed down by his weight. Hajun's face leaned, his straight bangs almost touching her forehead with a peering smirk.

Words were unimportant, replies were unnecessary, and answers unnecessary in this moment of ecstasy. Hajun's eyes gazed her covered body with an alluring intensity, and the dim pink and purple light filled the room with the ambience of intimate pleasure. His thoughts drifted towards the reality of the situation — this was his first time alone with Letitia, and she looked like a goddess, inviting him to take her in.

His hand slipped through her unruly hair and gently removed a few strands from around her neck. With a slow and deliberate motion, he moved his hand down to her blazer, which she had not yet taken off.

Hajun began kissing her neck intently, lapping at every inch of soft skin he could find. Letitia let out a gasp and stiffened her body in response. Hajun continued his lavish kisses and moved down her body, caressing her sensitive skin. Letitia tried to wiggle away but was unable to move while Hajun pinned her body down under his own weight.

"Behave, you puppy..."

"H-ha— cruel—"

"What a meek response, Heidi... don't take it too personal."

This is only for the night... this is only for once... no more

After a momentary pause, Hajun finally managed to unzip her blazer, exposing her body. Letitia's legs were lifted wearing fishnet stockings, and Hajun was losing control.

Letitia coiled, moaning in his attempts to expose her. The shivering sensation dwells her body, is she about to give in?

Despite this alluring and tempting offer, Hajun wondered if he should resist. His self-control was wavering, and he was at war with his desires

Fuck, what am I even doing?

"Hajun? Are you okay?"

The battle between reason and desire waged inside Hajun's head. Why was he hating her while wanting her so much? Why was he allowing himself to be vulnerable in front of her and lose control? Hajun tried to keep his mind yelling that he was being petty and envious and that he was letting his pride take away all of his accomplishments. But his body was responding to her aura, and he was struggling to stay in control.

"I'm sorry...Letitia—"

"H-huh?"

"I said I'm sorry... I got carried away."

In an unexpected moment, Hajun looked away from Letitia's blue eyes, pausing his advance. It was a petty move to drag her into this mess, and it wasn't a good excuse to completely confuse the Filipino rapper. The underlying fact that she would soon explore Hajun more completely took Letitia by surprise. But the hate that had eaten away at him started to get out of control, and the way he was treating her was puzzling and inappropriate.

Letitia stands up firmly, dragging her blazer to cover her intimate parts that were exposed. Her wave of anger slaps Hajun across the face.

"If you weren't being a jerk bringing me here?! Hajun what— you're shameless!"

Hajun realized that his massive ego has clouded his judgment yet again. That he had been an utter jackass for dragging Letitia into this mess simply because of his overwhelming hate and insecurities. He knows that he can't be open with her because his vulnerable side is something he feared to share. The pain on his face where she had slapped him had subsided, but he was left with a lingering feeling of shame. It was indeed impossible to claim his openness if he were always worried about taking advantage of Letitia.

It was all for him to cover his faults, in fact.

As the night slowly gave way to morning, the quiet streets at the university were broken by the usual limousine that Hajun rode in alongside Allen and Anne. Hajun's smile and charming aura were concealed by his aloofness, as he was trying to suppress his thoughts about what had happened with Letitia. Allen suddenly started asking Hajun questions, and the Korean rapper remained stoic and reserved in his responses, refusing to share his thoughts and feelings about what had happened.

"Hey, what happened between the two of you?"

"Hm? Yes?"

"I mean you and Letitia last night?"

For a moment of silence, Hajun only arched a brow at the phoenix hip-hop genius.

"Personal matter... it is something only me and Letitia's to know."

"Hm, fair enough... you were acting kinda firm with her lately. Something came up?"

He sighs trying to convict his own temperance at Allen's question knowing the fact he did an odd mistake to her.

"I've handled it fine... just to say she and I had it pretty crucial with the discussions. Not to mention she did gave me a feedback, impulsively."

Anne's eyes met Hajun's last response which this became unsettling for them. They quipped to join in the talk between the two.

"Hajun, just what did the two of you were last night?" A hint of concern conveyed Anne's voice asking the blonde.

Hajun was unable to entertain Allen and Anne as he remained silent in his aloofness. Even though the usual fangirls surrounded the car, Hajun remained hidden in his persona as a popular guy around the school. The Korean rapper was lost in his thoughts about Letitia, feeling uncertainty about the closeness he felt with her last night. It was strange how this woman had given him a strange warmth and sensation, and he couldn't understand why he felt this way.

"I'm concerned about Hajun... but as usual he is still being him by that princely manner." Anne said taking her sentiments to Allen as they walked pass the gates.

"He isn't the type to be rough on girls, well Letitia and Hajun were pretty formal in their previous encounters."

"I doubt that, Allen. He never mentions such change in their connection since you and her greeted. What gives?"

"Ask Letitia about it?" Allen then confided Anne.

"Ah, as much as I look like a gossiper around. I don't jump into anyone's personal dilemmas, unless...."

"Unless what?"

Anne was perplexed by their surroundings, having difficulty articulating a thought that would pierce the silence between the three of them. They brushed off the issue, realizing it was not their business to intervene in Hajun's complicated feelings towards Letitia. However, their curiosity continued to linger; they could sense something was amiss, and they wished they could do something to help. Allen felt similarly, feeling powerless and unable to truly address the elephant in the room.

"Unless, they know themselves first how to settle it on their own. Come on, Allen I'm also jumping into conclusions with them, in hindsight... they can talk with it."

Allen can accept their reassurance, however, being a long and trusted friend he is to him. He better knows what is really going on.

He had kept his shallowness for long as I can remember. When to grow up and show it like how you mean it, Hajun? Letitia is also a good friend, they may had a confrontation, perhaps?

Frightened by the thought of confronting him, Allen quickly dismissed his thoughts. He knew that he had to focus on the live battle, and he didn't have time to dwell on the situation. As they approached the classroom, Hajun was walking ahead of them, and Allen tried to compose himself and focus on the upcoming battle.

(To be continued)

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moonartemisia · 7 months

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Through His Strings || Itoshi Rin × Fem!Reader Fic

(Itoshi Rin birthday special)

Tags: Hints of fluff, NSFW, smut, foodplay, edging, rough play, oral, fingering, mutual stimulation, protected sex, teasing, romance, age-gap, mentioned of Japanese words, character aged-up, rin will be around 19 in this story, reader is around 22 (if you don't like the story, you may kindly scroll away)

Note: This is a late entry for celebrating my boy's birthday. It ended in 2 months while having a writer's block

"Huh? You never celebrated Rin's birthday before?"

In a moment of shock, Anri realized as her fellow team manager and analysis exclaimed. You of 22, another hired of the blue lock facility, team manager, and soccer analysis, and long-time partner of the puppeteer egoist, Rin Itoshi — never had celebrated his birthday before.

Much to Anri's disbelief knowing Rin's deprived character, You managed to pull him into their relationship despite his first-time lover. Rin did eventually work with you very well, as you carefully understood him a lot.

Although, in this case, spending some quality time together with Rin off of the Blue Lock's facility. The two of you personally haven't celebrated Rin's birthday. Nothing is going about a reason as to why you never get to ask nor questions Rin.

You think as if Rin is too exclusive and has his personal space to celebrate his birthday. But you being Rin's girlfriend is something that you both should've enjoyed while it's his special day, of course.

You avoided Anri's eye contact at her, tilting your head lower, sighing;

"Well, for long — I can't clearly seem to think Rin wouldn't like celebrating his birthday, his parents never informed me when they're planning to. I guess you should say it is a personal matter that he doesn't get to feel enjoyment as much as before. If I put it that way?"

"(Y/n)... you're his girlfriend, even if you're unsure to plan for his birthday, maybe make an effort to surprise him? I bet without a doubt he will appreciate it. Not in a way he expresses — just showing how grateful that it feels to him wouldn't be nice?"

You xontemplated for a bit — to simply put it that way; you don't know where to start on surprising Rin. Especially not knowing his reasons but based upon his upbringing and his gloomy change. You deeply think it is a personal matter. Rin doesn't get to celebrate his birthday at all with anyone. Unless if you would change the course of events, you love him with all your heart after all.

"Okay, I'll give it a try. In fact, it's been like 4 years, to be precise. I never get to question Rin on why he isn't letting anyone celebrate his birthday."

Anri assured you with a smile, she responding—

"I'm pretty sure Rin will answer once you surprise him. It can't be that hard to plan a birthday party. Something simple is better than a grand venue for him or none at all. You are surprising how much you mean to him. Besides, you did your best to understand Rin. But, when was the last time you encountered Rin doing things on his birthday before?"

"The usual, he plays horror games or watches horror movies."

You flatly answers Anri to her reaction, her eyes questionably blinking at your words. The Rin Itoshi is definitely weird... he likes dark stuff?

"Ah— normally he does that, but I don't mind about it. I get to play horror games with Rin sometimes."

"I see... uh — but most importantly, you get to have quality time for him. Anyways, you better get going and plan something on his birthday. It's coming soon, Miharu!"

Nodding at Anri's encouragement. You thanked her for giving an idea upon Rin's upcoming birthday. Heading off planning what would be the best gift to give for Rin's birthday.

This is much harder than I thought. He is a soccer player, he loves horror and stuff... I don't know what to give him—!?

You're turbulent with the decisions you needed to decide in order to buy Rin's gift — as a reminding girlfriend is specific on the choices. However, you can not give him all of these to him... materialistic things are the ones you are bad at thinking of as a gift. Since the you already know his hobbies and what he likes or not. You are detailed of the things you know of him from heart, you have thought about a person whom you care, deeply.

Should I buy him new cleats? But I guess Rin already has a new pair... Residents of Evil Games he probably have all of the latest to the newest release... uhm, a language book? I know Rin can pick up some languages he is rather a fast learner, although he doesn't have any interest in reading. Plus, a soccer addict he is only focused on soccer — perhaps a soccer ball? Ah, this is so frustrating!!!

Out of the blue, suddenly you missed your balance while fixating your plans over what gift you should give to your boyfriend. A trip on the foot against your heel with a slight hit scratched down —

Oh shi—

"Careful there..."

You blinked. Surprisingly, your head was pressed over — a warm, soft, yet cold scent of ackwood fragrance. A familiar tall stature as you looked up, meeting your eyes on those gleaming shades of teal you recognized...

It's Itoshi Rin.

"R-rin—"

"Watch your step next time, (Y/n)... you almost fell down."

The breath of his stern voice swayed up tingling your spine. You can't take your eyes off of him as the youngest Itoshi gazed down at you into his arms tightly.

"T-thanks, Rin—"

"You're in a hurry, (Y/n). Is everything alright?"

Rin asked, still holding onto you, his girlfriend, keeping your bodies enclosed. You reassured with a nod before answering him.

"Just some errands I have to handle with, don't worry."

"I can help if there are any problems."

Although you reassured Rin, eventually you turned down his offered assistance. Hopefully, this won't question the birthday boy sooner, but you have to make up excuses not to spoil your plans. You smiled, shaking your head —

"No need! It's fine."

"Are you sure? I mean, I'm pretty free enough to—"

"I already said no worries, Rin! Sorry about that, but I have to rush. This is important. I'll probably get back to you when I'm free, okay?"

The tall Ace was puzzled by the way you dashed off. He has a hunch of whatever you're up to something. However, you don't really want to spoil such a special day; with that said, keeping search to head out and plan some simple decorations and a cake for Rin to blow later. One thing you could ever do to is you would do all the things for Rin's birthday to be perfect, as fine as you thought it would.

Rin may not be experiencing celebrating his birthday with just the two of you since the start. It's quite odd to think how you will convince Rin to come over. You made your way instead to initiate planning his birthday inside your flat.

It'll be awkward if I asked his parents to help out, right? I mean, Rin doesn't celebrate his birthday unless it is personal for a reason. Yet there's Sae— but that's another story for now... I wanna make him happy for once!

At the time, you managed to bring what you needed, a cake from your favorite cafe and cake shop. You carried a fruity shortcake that has the birthday greeting and chocolate syrup written his name in Kanji. Some simple birthday decorations to display, balloons, and strings, lastly... but that's those are the rest you bought yet the gift on the other hand isn't.

"Gosh, I'm going to text him... Probably, this would do for now, right?"

Well just here at my apartment is fine, but the gift... You sulked.

You settled to get your preparations done. The time passed half an hour to set simple decorations, and you placing the cake down at the center of your kotatsu. Huffing aside, standing to look at your set up, all the lights were hanging by the wall, and a bit of balloons were left below besides the sofa along with the pillows to compliment your display. And last but not the least, a birthday banner. You won't definitely go overboard about the display if you think of putting a cardboard cut out of Rin. That's too much of a birthday dedication you put setting these all for him. However, you're worried you don't have a gift to present right now. Such a waste of effort.

What really steps up is to surprise Rin for his special day — meaning to say his first special day with you. That's all it matters. Your lips perked a small smile, paying your efforts off while you waited for the perfect moment to call Rin.

Okay, that settles it. I should call him now...

You sighing to pick up his mobile number on dial. Patiently, Rin's number beeps through the phone before a silent click notified.

"(Y/n)?"

"Rin, hey there..."

"You good? Earlier, you were in a rush. I was asking what's bothering you a while there."

He seems concerned, judging by the tone of his voice that you couldn't help giggling.

"Ah, I'm sorry for that earlier, babe. There was nothing wrong lately, I promise you. How about this, I'd like you to come here at my place, I'll tell you why."

"Right now? I'm here outside at the bay. Why not here over the phone?" Rin quipped.

"Just come, I'll tell you. Are you not busy at the moment?"

The young Itoshi sounded a bit skeptical at your invitation. He doesn't seem to get it why.

"No, then I'll go over there at your place, just walking. I'm busy reminiscing my thoughts for a bit. You could've joined me to whatever you're doing with your errands. As much as I'm happy to assist you."

"No need, thank you, Rin. I'm fine and done. Alright, I'll be seeing you here, waiting."

"Okay..."

Through his windy, coarsed voice answering you back, Rin immediately turned off his phone. Walking towards his way through the busy streets nearing your apartment where there will be a special surprise awaiting. It didn't took long for the soccer ace to arrive at the apartment's main doorstep. Rin looked up; reaching for the knob — opening it. Soon as he went inside walking passing by the doors, Rin stopped. Appearing in front of the your room number with a press of a finger, ringing the door bell.

"(Y/n), it's me..." Rin called.

He peered over the windown hole of its door. Checking if his you're present, his bright teal eyes notices the unit looked dim — inspecting around through the hole.

Until a click coming from the entrance, Rin was curious as he opened the door slowly. When he faced the room, a pop of confetti burst right on the spot.

"Surprise, Rin! Happy birthday!" You said while holding the cake, already lit up before he came as you time his arrival.

His eyes dilated the moment you stormed to his way of surprise. Rin couldn't process what was happening, but his eyes windowed, feeling a warm greeting coming from you and the cake you're holding sparks his expression.

"You — I ... you remembered?" Rin stuttered for a moment, his head tilted up swooning his long bangs. You can tell to his reaction, he looks speechless and delighted by your special dedication.

"Yeah, of course! Why wouldn't I? Heh, happy birthday, baby."

"All for this? You shouldn't have to—"

"As much as I wanted your birthday to be special, Rin. Plus, it's our first celebration we had together as a couple. Enjoy your birthday here, alone."

He couldn't take how much you put everything for him. Rin knew that the two of you hadn't celebrated his birthday for years. It made the tall player feel a bit guilty for not letting you know amongst anyone who could celebrate his birthday. Rin never doubted how lonely it is to be, but birthdays are just normal days for him to just rejoice in a new age of this year. Now that he has you, everything has changed. The two of you went inside of your apartment, skipping the interlude.

Like a stubborn kid he is, Rin didn't make a wish as he blows the candle directly on his cake.

You frowned at his bluntness, brushing it off giggling. "Really? No wish?"

"Come on, it's my birthday... (Y/n), I won't waste any minutes in silence for a wish."

"I bet you have wishes you wanna make. Care to share?"

The young Itoshi whisked his eye contact away, quietly pondering his thoughts.

"One thing for sure... I wish to beat my brother just for the sake. I know he will recognize what I have... Complicated to mention as you know what I aim for."

You understood what he meant, solely for this purpose, to fulfill his dream of becoming a striker and in hopes for his brother’s recognizing downfall. This piqued your curiosity to ask him why you and him haven't celebrated his birthday. You sensed as a clue of thought towards the way Rin mentioned his past again.

You were aware of their brother rivalry ever since Rin explained it to you — a year, when the two of you are dating. Sae crushed his dreams that the brothers used to share. His older brother that Rin looks up to — betrayed their dreams over an unreasonable decision without knowing what could've cause Sae's light to fade into the darkness. Sae departed from Japan to Spain in order to be a striker; completely diminished as his shadows were. He chose a different path that made Rin puzzled, angered, and felt lost over him. Never did Sae open to his family about what had happened to him there as far as Sae lives on no longer to be a striker, but a known midfielder on the field.

"Rin, can I ask?"

"Hm?" His head bobbed at your side, looking at you.

"Why aren't you celebrating your birthday? Well, especially me? I know it's a tough and personal question for me to ask. Come to think of it that I'm your girlfriend who's willing to pay respect on whatever you want or decide. But if it's about how your upbringing led by Sae's change of heart. Then, I'll understand for sure."

Rin stayed silent for a moment, though your words stood up right. It was all for the sake he didn't want to face Sae after all that occurred. It frustrates him whenever his parents tried to convince Sae to come home from Spain just to celebrate and greet Rin. Keeping the broken brotherhood hidden from them. Rin, dully requesting his parents not to invite Sae as he makes up excuses, which started it all.

"I don't, I just don't want to celebrate it. Yet, every time my birthday comes, my parents always throw me a party along with niichan... howeber, things have changed, and I don't expect coming from him to say a word. Not even a bit."

"Rin..."

"Simple as I can put it... birthdays without him or so it's a normal day for me. But..."

He closely moved a few inches closer to you, his eyes deeply staring over your glimmering pupils that he can see himself through. The moment where he placed his hand on top of yours firmly. Rin isn't good with words openly. It's difficult to express what he wants to convey his emotions.

"You're here... and I'm happy with that, I thanked you for putting this for me."

Those soothing words of gratitude escaped his lips and felt a tingling music. Genuinely, Rin's eyes aren't showing any disappointment or dissatisfaction about a simple birthday until it pop you—

"Ah, sorry, I forgot that I don't have a gift for you."

Yeah, I have to remind him that

Rin didn't mind, shaking his head slightly, bringing himself closer to you. His left arm glided at your waist to go next to him. Pressing each side — eyeing as you look at his soft, alluring, gently eyes. You never seen Rin this soft. The birthday boy seems pleased.

"I never wanted a gift. Much more what I want is you..."

He replied as soon as he got to reach his cake using his finger. The white creamy frosting swiped through his slender finger, gazing at it before sucking it to taste.

"Not too sweet." He commented,

"Wanna try some?"

"Umm, sure."

Remaining his stern facade while using the same finger, he hooked another frosting from the cake. He brought it closely to your face.

"Here, suck it."

"But, I can get a plate—"

"No worries, it's clean. So, here, " as he assisted to let you lick his fingers clean, a lewd thought of your head distracted you when his finger was right in front of you with frosting coated on top. You were a little hesitant as if Rin isn't ick about this.

But, you dragged his wrist, holding it more, bringing his finger towards your lips. You slowly let your tongue out, proceeding to supple the coated frosting on Rin's finger. It tasted right, especially when it's on him. Delecting the right amount off sugary egg whites toppling your saliva, you opened your mouth a bit to suck his finger clean without a spick of cream on. There's a slight of fruity citrus lingered your sinuses coming from the fruity shortcake. Soon as you let go from sucking his finger connecting a strand of saliva through your gapped lips.

Rin was watching he didn't expect how this — mewl reaction the moment you sucked his fingers like a baby who needed milk from a mother. It instantly made the young Ace feel a knot on his stomach just by seeing the way you indulged his finger with cream on it. His ears reddened at the sight of you.

Cute...

"You're right... it taste good."

You said looking at Rin, your voice almost trembling as your lips numbed.

"I guess the cake would sit elsewhere than the plate would it?"

Before you could say a word, you noticed Rin got some naughty fingers right up onto his sleeves. Two fingers went to swipe another coating of frosting messing the cake in the process — smudging on your cheek, lips, and neck. A turmoil of conflicted excitement yet a turn on — alluding approach Rin had in his mind. With a slight pull over your body next to his, he came sealing his lips on yours deeply. Tasting the creamy frosting, the rest of it gotten a messy trail over the corners of your face. Rin is busy taking every sweetness he flicked the frosting on your lips, shoving his tongue inside your opening wet walls and tongue to play.

"H-hmmmph—"

It's afloat of addiction heating between the two of you savoring each other's tongue. This doesn't leave the soccer player to travel his wet muscle all over you, licking your cheeks that left with more frosting going down to your jawline. Such a delectable treat coming it seems the birthday boy enjoys. He paused for a bit, glancing at you.

"You know what? Fuck the unplanned gift..."

He pushes you onto the edge of the sofa, you meekly thud over the hardened cushion — Rin's hazy teal eyes suddenly speaks eagerness to devour you. Reaching his hand to caress and cup your cheek that stained his saliva.

"Guess that I have the perfect one to unwrap tonight."

Even a growl upon his lips snatched back again, his body hovering on top of you — taking his charge tasting his sweet little present under. He stopped halfway just to take a good look at your neck. His eyes locked over, where he covered the side with frosting. His hand dusted your strands of hair away to give a clear view on where he can place his dessert. The closer his goes, jaded with unbearable desire — implanting his kisses on your neck. Tilting your head aside giving him access to taste you.

"Hmm, R-rin..."

"Stay like that. You're so delicious."

A humming squirm escape through your lips that made the young Itoshi feel butterflies, the oozing excitement filled his explicit urges to unwrap you— his presentable sweet gift. As he resumes to give those sticky licks and nibbles through. He aches for your beautiful and ravaging figure, Rin can't get enough that your flesh blends well into the coated frosting he playfully painted you. He didn't care about your supposed gift. He wants you, and only you.

His fingers wiggled through the hem of your blouse teasing it, slightly pulling, tugging, and snakes down all the way by the buttons he brushed. While lapping your skin delicately than the cake you prepared for him to eat. You're far off better than that sweet treat leaving beside the kotatsu with smothering ruined frosting displayed. But what not having two desserts to enjoy won't hurt? You unraveled your eyes meeting his dark hair below before he could even unbuttoned you but stopped.

"(Y/n)..." He breathes under your neck.

"R-rin..."

"Move your blouse away, or I'll undo it."

You compile to his demand, and he sets aside to let you unbutton your blouse one by one on those circular pegs. However, the puppeteer striker can't hold his patience while watching you slowly undress yourself.

"Ugh, fuck it. You're too slow—"

Aggressively, Rin pushes you back to the sofa, your back laid down, taking full control to take off your garmet away from his sight as he pleads to. His hands went over to toggle it, undoing the buttons fast-paced — tearing the buttons almost ripping it apart. You watched — flustered at his needy urges. As he is close to completely unbuttoned your blouse that revealed your cleavage, your bra fully suppled the cupping breasts underneath. Rin noticed a frosting that left from his delectable licks stained down on your collarbone to the valley line of your chest. With his stern reaction, remains sneakily licked his lips that entices you. Never did you see Rin in his control like this. Nonetheless, you'll give the birthday boy what he truly wants. He presses himself down on you to take the mark on. It tickles your senses, heaving a moan upon his guard. Rin grunted a bit — even a mild view of your body could kill or broke himself. Just by how mesmerizing your body is to him.

"I would mind coating you more than just the frosting, (Y/n)... in fact I'd fucking go more than you pictured than a cake itself..."

It didn't make it long for Rin to tear down your blouse aside while hovering you close to his body. The heat tensed so much that you couldn't hold yourself — embracing Rin's head over to your chest tightly as he can to feel you. Finishing the part where his left hand took the deed — going to unclasp your bra behind, mastering his hand with a "ting" sound of the hook. Your eyes dilated that Rin's fingers managed to do that in one go. Now exposing those bouncing, suckable, lapping nips before his eyes. His subtle expression remains, but not his eyes leaving into temptation to eat you whole.

He gets another stroke of frosting to coat over your nipples. The sweet and touched fingers shivered you badly. He teases your nipples pinching them. Rin advantages this moment to see how tempting this would've been — breasts coated with frosting. The jaded emo stared, a hand slowly placed cupping your other breast peering below the meeking nip. Letting out his tongue to give a good sucking taste. You flinched —

"H-hmm—"

"Don't move, I'm just getting started..."

He replied intently focusing on sucking you. The sweet frosting invited his tastebuds turns him on. Rin never did such crude things to you over a food. Yet, it turns the hell out of the young Itoshi, murmuring how good you taste for him like a wolf munching his prey under. You're helpless — Rin toppled you in this mess for a special day turning into something steamy you didn't expect.

How juicy and perky your nipples glazed on his saliva, cleaned by his wet muscle that glided you electrical feelings you couldn't describe. Heavenly feeling, but lewd. Rin grunted once more as he continues to tease you switching to another breast sucking the left. Meanwhile his hands slide down to your pants, as if this is a difficult thing for the naughty puppeteer to get away with it. Just a few strokes under your denims — hurdling a moan. You can obviously sense his teasing are getting more aggressive and impatient. Although your pants are in the way, Rin growled annoyingly as he replaced his hand away — a thigh eagerly went to go in between yours rubbing it to get your clit some attention.

"R-rin wait— "

He didn't listen, Rin pauses looking up to you his bangs wavering his right eyes messily.

"This might take awhile..."

✧.*✧.*✧.*

All the minor teases and engaging of food that happened, the two of you couldn't get enough of this play. Rin had enough of the fun, things were about to hit real. He ordered for you to strip fully naked in front as you were sitting on the sofa — legs spread open. Rin was left in his usual cold expression but lies with devious schemes upon his sleeves. What a birthday blowout indeed for the young Itoshi to explore his inner desires after smudging lots of sticky frosting on top portion of your body. But, no it wasn't enough for him.

"Rin... I don't think I can spread it like this wide for you..." the mewling response coming from the shyness gut, Rin showed a sly smirk.

"Keep it that way... you ain't seen the rest of what I can do."

He nearly bends down to you, the cake was later ruined from all the taste testing, now for the fun part. Curiously Rin had a few frosting strokes to cover over your wet clit and slit gently through his fingers — you gasped.

"That's ahh... R-rin you're so dirty—"

As the lateral ignorance he pulled off, his eyes were glued onto your opening moist pussy. His fingers laid to play on them with frosting. Look how much of a treat you are.

"Perfect..."

Rin thought, you were concentrated over him blinking your eyes to watch his head go lower to your clit as he savors you. He flickered a tongue out to get the essence he wanted to smell — the smell that you belong to him, your beloved sex scent that alludes him deeply. You trembled under his touch, traveling your hand onto his head ruffling his dark hair. It encourages him to keep going as he eats you in absolute best. Whining and shaking on him. Your legs were stiffened trying to manage them wide open for Rin.

He was too busy eating your pussy down, but his hands grope your inner thighs for support, it relieved you as he goes. Still your hands are over his hair, moaning by his tongue play all over. He opened his mouth entering the sweet addiction brimming his tensions. You couldn't keep your legs open on one second as his hands were there assisting support.

"A-ahh... ahhh~ Rin, more—"

You cooed over, Rin definitely eats you good and feels you good down there. However, his lustful anticipation met with his crotch bulging over his pants. But that didn't matter at all for him to treat you first until he can order once more.

With a slick of his messy hair aside using his left hand away to brush a few strands, that send you off of the edge. You leaked juices onto his lapping mouth that Rin left without a single drop. He looks at you.

"You came badly, huh? I'm not done with you yet."

After a little tongue tease to your pussy his slender and long finger went to touch your slit first, a slow stroke of his finger shivered making you huffed another gasp of air — insatiable he does sinful things to your body completely aching for the young Itoshi below you.

You can feel your legs getting numb the longer he teases you, but Rin oh good Rin loves the sight of you being helpless against his grudges. His fingers went up to play and rub your clit melting you away.

"A-ah.... ahhh~ Rinrin—"

You purred, Rin's face came up closer, smirking.

"Beautiful response, that's what I love to hear..."

He keeps continuing to play that cute little nib of your pussy until you can't fully control yourself. With a mischief movement Rin does, adoring such sweet pleases coming from your cute voice. He lowered his strokes in — entering your walls through his brim. His long fingers feeling your clenching wet pussy leaking at your core.

"A-ahhh—! Ha— Rin please!"

"Please what, hm? You want this? I see what you're getting."

He pushes his fingers through, this time with force; going back and forth to feel the sore tightening walls. You tear a bit feeling the warmth below as Rin is focusing to make you loose yourself for him. Though at this point he'll have to save your orgasm for later —

"Don't cum until I say so, you hear that, baby? If you cum I'll make sure you won't be able to see lights tonight."

You meeked, crying over the river watching your pussy getting fingered by Rin's strokes over and over. Pleading to him as if you're chanting a prayer — helplessly oozing onto his command.

Rin enjoys this view and side of you getting weak so badly for him and he will keep you on the edge. Claiming that you are under his control. That you yearned for this moment belonging his touch. However, the growing grunts became erratic. Somehow looking at his own bulge through his pants — he won't be behaving at his own might doing finger fucking on you.

"Ah fuck this — "

He stopped halfway on meeting your orgasm, you almost left yourself feeling the urge to cum soon. But Rin demanded no.

You stared at the tall soccer player minding his own pants. He brought his fingers up to him mouth a bit licking your pre-cum. With a hint of smirk upon his face.

"Sweetest cake, dear..."

He turns over you leading his fingers to your lips poking it to have a taste of your own as well.

"Suck."

You obliged his request, lapping the tongue out of your mouth as you suck his fingers coated your cum — it taste like the cake from where he smudged all the way. Once that it has cleared, Rin intends to lower his pants, aching at the sight of his boxers showing his needy dick. Rin hissed by how hard it is, your arousal then arises by the view of his cock bulging visibly over his undergarment.

"Y-you need help? I can fix that...."

"Well, I don't mind a hand now, right? Be a good girl for me, stroke my cock while I finger you until I can fuck you any moment."

"Still not gonna let me cum?"

"Not until we both do."

Rin comes forward to your side of the sofa, he places himself; you volunteering to purr over as well. Slightly bringing your legs again wide open — little numb from earlier. You help Rin adjust his strap from his boxers away that jolts his cock out like a spring.

"Oh..." you gulped

"As if you've never seen my cock in ages, (Y/n)..." Rin commented hissing how it throbs out in front of you, chuckling.

"H-hurry... hand me."

You nodded, back in position this time — fingers are over again your walls gently. Rin's cock twitching by your hand those feathering strokes entices him so much that his head went up against the leaning cushion causing him to groan.

"Hnngh... ahh, (Y/n)..."

"R-rin..."

A playful interactions of you both, one's hand slowly rubbing his exciting friend for an invitation later while he fucks your pussy using his fingers that spreads you into milky heaven already sends you two into ravishing ecstasy. You couldn't help how hot it is — a teamwork better than how Rin could see in his soccer game.

"(Y/n)... don't stroke it faster. Let it be ah—"

Rin wants to keep this orgasm for the real fun part. But you couldn't help it as his dick craves for you wet muscles and mouth inside.

He sighed, taking your fingers out sensing you're about to cum for a moment.

"You bend over, come on... suck my cock."

"Okay..."

Bluntly Rin commands you bringing your mouth on his needy cock for a good head. A birthday boy giving so many requests on his special day indeed, it wouldn't mind you. You're feeling the similar arousal around his grip. You sat down on the floor meeting his cock as it twitches before your pleasing eyes. Your throat lumping needing to take this up a notch for some good dick. You placed your hand once more on his rod, Rin patiently looks at you as your eagerness to relief him makes your gut knot hard.

While your hand does the job, leaning your head on the tip slowly tasting his succulent pre-cum on the weehole that tingles you. Goosebumps left your body tasting his glucose fluids — Rin can't stand how good that felt. Hitching his breath under you, his hand moving towards your hair rubbing you as you bobbed your head a bit up and down for you to suckle his milky pre-cum.

"H-hey... don't — not so fast..."

The young Itoshi grunted, looking down at your bended figure pleasing his dick. Your eyes were intently gagged onto his hardening cock. Rin could feel he is about to cum any moment.

"(Y/n)... didn't I say not to make me cum just yet? You naughty Missy..."

He brought up his hand through your locks, encircling his hand around your head. He gripped a few strands forcing you to stop sucking his cock as you meet his lustful teal eyes.

You cooed at this rough moment. Rin pulled your hair the way it makes you feel so submissive to him. His pre cum was painted onto the corners of your mouth which he expects so. But not purposely going to reach his limits just yet —

He stayed still onto the sofa before he slowly let's go of your hair. He gestured his palm, patting his thigh while he examined your nude figure so helplessly. Another order to be prompted —

"H-huh?"

"This will be going all night for us... but, go get me a pack of condom by the drawers — I bet you have one..."

You nodded to his complaint, simply getting what it seems to be protected from a wild session. Rin wanted to savor his special day with you until you couldn't seem to fully compromise yourself to the limit. As you brought the condom along in your hand before Rin gently snatched it away. He breaks a tear of the condom using his mouth.

To be added...

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moonartemisia · 7 months

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Gift of God || Archangel!Michael Kaiser × Fem!Reader

Synopsis: In God's paradise, where you will seek devotion and undying passion, you pray. Humans feast the pleasure of perfection and living the life of no disclaimers, no trespassing sins, and unlimited forgiveness. You are one of God's chosen children to be guarded by a patron, yet a powerful one, a guardian archangel named "Michael." Unbeknownst of all people who are guarded through the angel's watch there are two commandments to abide: "guardian in heaven of whom shall not see", and,"thou shalt not seek desire and connection from your guardian in heaven" is a commandment from the Lord. Will you sneak through the temptation of God's right hand or turn over the sins of punishments?

tags: angst, forbidden romance, nsfw, smut, mentions of biblical profiles, old times, punishments, violence

Note: Based on my artwork and song "Beautiful" by BAZZI ft. Camila Cabello. This is a mini-series of Michael Kaiser fics.

✧.* MASTERLIST ✧.*

╰┈➤ i. EDEN: In God's Paradise

╰┈➤ ii. Do not fear

╰┈➤ iii. Kindling

╰┈➤ iv. Resistance

╰┈➤ v. "I am!"

╰┈➤ vi. The Punishment

╰┈➤ vii. Till We See Again

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moonartemisia · 6 months

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✧.* HOMEBDY || Hajun Yeon × OC

╰┈➤ i. Talk the Talk ✧.*

A hefty rain poured the dim night, and the city neon lights glimmered along the corner street alleyways of Roppongi. Around those tall buildings, the busy crowd of people walking at 10 pm — between two stores where a club was held "Razzle Dazzle Bar". An opening reservation of VIPs and regular customers come to attend this certain rave inside, this known club is home to one of Japan's most popular hip-hop groups performing among others.

Cheering, the clanks of shaking ice in their glasses; sipping alcohol. A fog of smoking cigarettes filled the area as the loud music pounded the dancing herd of raving people at the center of the dance floor. They lost their minds over the beat of the EDM drums the DJ played going wild. As if the music trampled their minds over their dignity releasing all the freedom they can do once in a while.

Different groups sitting in different seats, different people in different places where they can drink, smoke, chatter, some have their ways to sneak into weed, beans, and damn inhaling whatever illegal substances under their pockets without getting caught — a Sabbath party full of people you'll meet at a typical club. Not technically. Lastly, it's no surprise of common hookups here and there. A room was made for special hookups in this particular bar.

Inside this crazy world, a trio where present at their usual spot talking to a bunch of fans who recognized them as having a good time rambling about random stuff. Entertaining them delighted by how popular they are in Japan's hip-hop industry.

"Ah, B.A.E. is so cool! I've been a fan! This is such an opportunity to talk to you, Suzaku!"

In his manner to greet his fans, a boy around 20 years old humbly thanked them, his hand scratching the back of his hair. Giddy at his overwhelming happiness complimenting him, the boy chuckled.

"It's no big deal, the B.A.E. are trying to make good music for everyone. Please to meet you, I'm happy you love our songs."

"Hey, Allen! More drinks to clunk in!"

"Of course, Anne... geez!"

The boy walked back towards their special seat where he heaved a relieved sigh. Grinning at them, one of his members was also busy chatting with their guests and fans.

"Don't drink too much, Hajun... you know you'll get the reactions at this time later."

A clink of glass echoed the crowdy noise, bringing his hand down away from his lips.

"I know how to take my alcohol intake. Don't lecture me like a child."

A smooth peeved of his lips coiled a thin line — his eyes intently viewed through his pink neon glasses meeting the other's gaze. As they chuckled, sitting down with their legs crossed.

"Man, I'm only being sarcastic! This night was the best!"

Flipping their long red strands fabulously with a sip of whiskey on the side.

B.A.E.'s members; Allen Sugasano, Anne Faulkner, and Hajun Yeon gathered the night's sensational performance. They never expected to exceed far, but as they know what they stand defining their music with passion the trio embodies confident upbeat. They are one of Japan's popular hip-hop groups representing unique songs without limiting their ability, of who they are; self-expression is the key to their moving success.

"Right, but we are ahead, humbly speaking we have to keep our heads low. I mean — "

"Come on, Allen... don't sugarcoat you enjoy this recognition you wanted."

Anne chided as they grinned at Allen. Meanwhile, the Phoenix Rapper took a seat at the center of his members.

"Now the time, I cheer to us for this wonderful night performance!"

With a toast of their drinks in hand, the trio clunked their glasses shouting their congratulatory greetings in all relieving glee on their faces. Anne pumped up high, Allen in his wide gaping smile, and Hajun... Hajun maintained his calm composure sharing his toast with the two.

"Man, I hope this night is endless... we should party more!"

"Anne, remember don't be so reckless at nights like this... you'll get the reactions." Hajun confided taking his whiskey drink in his left hand a sip before putting it down back at the glass table. Spatting the same lecture as Anne did.

"Right, but it won't be a hassle? Come Allen—"

They dragged the young rapper onto their hands bringing him onto the dance floor along with other people dancing at the centre of. It left Hajun alone to sit by — guarding their spots and drinks aside, he shook his head. He thinks about what kind of friends he has gone wild over gaining recognition, but he certainly enjoys how Allen and Anne are serving their time in this bar.

Although, Hajun is always acquainted with such parties, watching other hip-hop groups perform live here. He shows a distinct approach to anyone he sees. Relatively enough to distance himself, since he partakes in no social connections, unlike Allen and Anne. He, on the other hand, has much regard for his friends or what could be...colleagues he thinks.

It's so keen to think this blonde rapper underneath his charming smile has a side they don't know for certain. He is mysterious behind the mask to unveil.

Whilst the duo danced and cheered all night, Hajun couldn't care less. He sits there only to watch his precious ones enjoy the night of their own — he has his own... But not at this moment to rejoice. It doesn't feel like he is into it at all. The mood is loud compared to what the Korean rapper anticipates. This gave him a silent sigh watching the duo intently along with the crowd joining them to dance.

"Oh, I didn't see you here, Hajun."

His ear perked up, hearing his name from the noisy background of the playing EDM music banging his consciousness. Hajun turned his head to see a familiar figure, standing across from where he sat. A person in all black, merely resembling a gothic chic look. The tight black blazer underneath is probably a simple strapless tube to keep her modest in all forms. A tight black pencil-cut skirt with matching fishnet stockings and boots to compliment the blackening aura. Those striking hairdo of her thick black hair — a hime cut, that has both of her ends in all white highlights. Lastly, her mask concealed her face only showing her glimmering blue eyes facing Hajun's red-pink pupils on lock, blinking.

"Mind if I sit here? I see Allen and Anne were partying wild as ever."

"Letitia... You surprised me. How's your flight from Manila?"

"It went well, though I must say flight allegations were true in my country's customs... The service lacked my expectations there."

"I see, I haven't been there in your country as much as I want to visit. Glad to see you here again, Tish."

The girl beside Hajun took Allen's sit next to his. She reveals her face to show Hajun — not common for him to see her take off her mask. Casually he sips another drink of whiskey. It's been a long time since this girl throughout the industry Hajun met. He seems to have internal affairs with her. Slowly she puts her mask inside her blazer's pocket, her complexion is fair — her dark red plumped lips accessorized with a piercing on showed smiling in Hajun's direction.

"I heard your new release track before your flight. It has already gotten viral." Hajun commented as he looked at her.

"Impressed?"

"Not quite, you haven't seen the rest we had in mind for B.A.E. but — "

Pausing for a while though, Letitia is pleased to hear. Hajun is rather cunning so that statement is not a surprise for her to predict. Nonetheless, she can tell the Korean rapper is impressed by the track he heard of. Letitia curled a smiley giggle from him.

"Oh? I'm not in competition with you guys. Very well, any critics to say, Hajun-nim?"

Hajun slightly gave a turn on her hearing the honorific, how sarcastic of her to pull him that way.

"Overall, you still need more than you can get to impress me. Though, I must say..."

"Liar, tell me it's good."

Hajun scoffed at Letitia's remark. This girl knows how to dig into his skin.

"Yes, however, you being in a solo career away from this kind of battle I have with Allen and Anne to deal with is not fair."

"That's because I wasn't invited to, you were chosen so be it, Hajun-ssi," Letitia spoke looking at Allen and Anne already approaching their way back to their respective seats. Allen was completely off guard as to who he met before his eyes. He froze for a bit seeing Letitia take his seat.

"Ah— hey! Wait—! Letitia? You came back!?"

"Yes, sir~ in the house!"

Allen rushed in to give her a hug from his seat, and immediately Letitia stood up. Finally, Allen was excited to see his long-time friend again here in Razzle Dazzle.

"Sorry, I occupied your space. I was talking to Hajun for a moment."

"Don't be! Take my seat!"

His fiery phoenix enthused her excuses, he didn't mind at all. The delighted presence of her beamed the young rapper to let her sit down for more. Anne chuckled as they went back to theirs, Allen only assisted to sitting at Hajun's which he isnt pleased to give in a space.

"Lucky Filipina, how's vacation back there in your country?" Anne asked her.

"Usual, but I posted my new track before taking my flight back here. I saw your tweets that you three are hanging out in this spot. So, here I am."

"Glad to see you back! Ah, I'm curious since you've been back and forth to come here. It must be a nuisance for you."

"Oh no, it's only three hours to take. It's just the flight that is... Umm, stressful." Letitia slyly said as Anne leaned over a hand placed on their chin listening. Oddly how B.A.E. knows her — Letitia Heidi, the rapper, Filipino, who is a solo freelance artist at 20. Now based in Japan solely focusing on creating a name outside of her country. She is learning to live independently and figure things out. How does B.A.E. even meet her in the first place?

Letitia kicks back in when she stayed in Japan for a couple of months, her previous tracks that she records from her family's agency surfaced internationally. But caters to her Japanese fans more, which opted for her to plan a flight there. Her songs consist of daring tunes that establish herself within her soul self. Talking about embracing what you have deeply — more like a spiritual connection to meet yourself. Plus, self-confidence which Allen was astounded by her motif of music. Similar to his music style. A talented multilingual rapper known for her rapping styles switching from different languages in speed. Aside from rapping, her passion is mainly dancing. The app has a separate account for that. Letitia often shows up with a mask on her face to conceal her identity, a private matter. She isn't fond of meddling with her artist status to her fans. She does entertain them sometimes. Long story short, Allen was the first person to recognize her, specifically here in this bar. And that's when she and B.A.E. have an inner social circle together.

It's a good thing... I came back...

"Lemme hear the song you posted. Is it on your usual platform?" Anne quipped to check their phone from the bag beside them while they pipe up their cigarette in hand.

"Of course, Anne. Take your time!"

"You fucking kidding me? Already viral!? At what time did you post your new song?"

"Umm, about hours ago?"

Allen couldn't hold his bearing shock looking through his phone— showing Letitia's numbers on the track so far. Through his screen, amazed by the rocketing views.

"Uwah— you're something..." the phoenix exasperated.

"Allen, we are better than Tish... Don't get your hopes down over a solo foreign artist who juggles to switch speaking 4 languages in one track." a cocky remark coming from Hajun which Letitia playfully rolled her eyes at him.

"Is it something you're also into, Hajun-ssi? Don't deny..."

"I know, just stating." The blonde teased.

Shrugging off his comeback comment, Letitia tilts her focus on Anne, who is now browsing her songs through their screen. Much to their amusement, they looked proud of how their fellow artist friend also gained quite a lot of views from her new track. Anne excitedly skipped towards Letitia's seat — an arm extended to her shoulder.

"That's my girl~, when will you hold another venue for your performance, Heidi~? This is dope!"

"I'll consider it the next time I have my performance at home, in the Philippines."

"Maybe next time you'll perform here!" Allen suggested.

"Isn't it right, Hajun? We will make up for it— showing up to your stage someday!" The Phoenix rapper nudged Hajun's side expressing his support to a friend he sees concerning the distinctive genre of music they perform. Hajun, on the other hand, only expresses his sigh of composure at Allen's gesture. But, you can't tell if he is giving the same support as the two were.

"Don't pressure him, Allen. Maybe not now—"

"Tish, it would be off best to. I guess..."

His sudden answer shocked them, Hajun giving regards to her for the first time.

"Hey, are you drunk, Hajun? Must be the alcohol."

"No." Hajun pressed Allen away from him as he looked in Letitia's direction. Scoffing at the red hair.

"Weren't you before trying to beat down Letitia?" Anne inserted as they chuckled at Hajun's change of mind towards the Filipino rapper. Not expecting such an answer, despite knowing Hajun shows competitive remarks upon other artists proving his worth and perfectionism, printed his guard. Which is not something Hajun is to mess with.

Hajun and Letitia were particular co-artists. The day Allen introduced Letitia. Their first impressions of his perspective were complicated to describe. He is skeptical of her work. Also, having the same reform of music, she works dedicating homage to herself, additionally her multilingual raps. His reactions to her music kept him motivated to be better yet a competition. Hajun and the rest participated in Paradox Live performances to gain the stepping stones to the goals he wished to validate.

The repression felt inside. Letitia is the exception. She isn't part of it. A solo artist conceals much of her artistic background by just how personal her labels are and even showcasing her life as an artist. Frequently, she engaged such fans to interact about her updates and what her latest works to spoil.

As earlier Hajun mentioned it isn't fair that she isn't competing for ParaLive like an insult to injury for his pride. However, it has appeared to change.

"That's another reason for me, not to say. You did improve a lot..."

"Hajun, you know you shouldn't be so opted about Heidi's progress. I thought we should use her as a tool to, y'know~"

"Anne, no comment."

In between the exchange conversation of the two rappers, Letitia can only laugh at them bickering.

"But, Letitia..."

"Yeah, Allen?"

"As much as you're apart from us in this rap battle. I do believe Hajun dismissed his repression towards your work."

"Hm? Why?" Letitia curiously asked.

"I don't know, I can't tell him sometimes. Rest assured, before he may prick his words by how you were a solo artist and worked all the music. Probably, he changed the way he sees you." Allen reassures her, bringing his odd grin, making things sure. Hajun has no ill intentions.

"Hey, enough of the talk. That's all Hajun is... Allen you sentimental punk!"

Anne jumped into them, tugging the red-haired phoenix over his shoulders, making the other squirm from their grip. Allen tapped them to stop dragging him from his seat — feeling he could topple down any moment as Letitia chuckled, Hajun could only react in silence with how much of a gag the two are together. Moreover, they didn't mind the blonde Korean seeing them being chaotic every day. They were his friends, after all. But to deem Hajun's repressed feelings about Letitia's work as a solo artist is something she isn't aware of. Does Hajun have plans to be one like her, too? Does he ever plan to be a soloist in the future? Letitia's thoughts wandered off deeply. Hajun's mind is not something you can not grasp or tell what he wants to convey. In all respects, Letitia and Hajun may have close ties, but not too close. Yes, she is with the one and only B.A.E., the popular hip-hop group. However, she is mostly with Allen and Anne hanging out. To her, Hajun is a different story. Does he think he can pull off to decide for his future or otherwise?

I don't know what's up with him... Hajun is so mysterious.

"Tish..."

"Hm?"

Hajun called, Letitia's thoughts popped out of the blue.

"Y-Yeah?"

"Come, I just want to tell you something important."

What does Hajun want? Letitia's sky-blue hues met with his red-pink irises on lock as if Hajun's gaze were hypnotizing her way. He does look charming in those eyes the way he asked her. But, this feels quite strange...

Hajun rarely asks me anything noteworthy. What is he up to?

"O-oh? Where are you two off about?" Anne suddenly questioned, still clinging onto Allen, Hajun was already standing in front of Letitia, barely reaching for her hand.

"Nothing, it's only for me and her to know. Allen..."

Allen's ear perked up abruptly towards Hajun's tone when he called him. So firm —

"What, Hajun?"

"Next time... I'll be the one to say to Letitia. You didn't quite get what I wanted to say to her, specifically as I heard." the blonde said with a snot, taking Letitia's wrist in his hand and dashing away from the two. Leaving them dumbfounded and clueless from their seats.

"Wait, H-hajun... Allen didn't mean to speak your repression on your behalf."

Between the filled crowd, Letitia apologized to Hajun for what Allen said. She knows how badly it feels for Hajun if someone ever dares to explain whatever thoughts he has on his mind. Although as Hajun dragged her passing by — he blatantly ignored.

It's unsettling for the Filipino rapper not to know where Hajun is going to take her at this point. However, in the dark alley corner away from the crowd. He sides Letitia against the wall as Hajun stands before her — not pining or blocking her way. His eyes gazed down upon her meeting their height differences, and she gulped. Nervewracking as it looks, only the stares; louder than the silence, testing the tension between the two artists. Standing alone in the corner.

"Maybe, Allen was right. I was repressed." Hajun was then admitted.

"Huh, wha— why?"

"Tish, you know how much I wanted my goals... Call me selfish, but later, you understand what I aim for this. Winning is my boost, and I will do anything just to seek what I want."

"Hajun... look, I may know nothing about you. But, what is it that made you feel repressed about my abilities and my music?"

Hajun paused for a bit — snitching his breath as if he was about to cuss at her. His hand brought up to his lips hissing underneath, laughing at her mockingly.

"you... You're too special, Tish."

"Special?"

"You're special. A wild girl wandering off without any circumstances. Cunning to say, you got no worries at all, huh?"

The blonde spatted at her, giving off a smug look.

"Just say that you wish to be like me so we can finish this off. I'm intimidated by the way you pushed me here just for your bullshit, Hajun."

"Oh? This is bullshit? Save it when you regret it, sooner or later, Tish."

She rolled her eyes at him. This seemed so petty of him. Hajun bringing his ego out of his pride down here wouldn't be a pretty excuse. How pathetic he came up to her like that, irritating the girl before him. So, he sees competition with her, at what cost? The unreasonable insults to pull off of his sleeves were his coping mechanisms if he wasn't in his best mood.

"If I would know sooner, look... I don't like this kind of vibe you're giving me, Hajun. What're all this for to gain your pride aside for nothing?"

"This isn't better for nothing, Tish." Hajun retorted.

"And how cute you even calling me Tish, we are not that close enough as I'm around with your duo!"

Hajun had enough. It snapped him inside, slamming his hands on the wall and cornering Letitia. A loud thud banged by his palms made the girl shrivel. She was shocked to see his reactions.

"I tried to... but probably you out of our league for this. But, no, you are not getting in my way slowly if I do something upsetting, wouldn't it?"

"Hajun, I'm confused really about the way you are behaving towards me. Ever since in this bar, Allen introduced me to you guys... The atmosphere changed when I was with you. Was there something in me that you don't like?"

His repression surfaced once again, biting his lower lip while avoiding his glances at Letitia's question — that he wished not to answer. It only remains a fragment he hated to express.

I don't want to be unwanted over someone who achieves their accomplishments... I feel pressured.

"Hajun... Do you hate me?"

"H-huh?"

"I said do you hate me—"

"Why would I hate you if — if I'm here close to you..."

These senses the tension, uplifting an unexplainable feeling. Hajun's unwavering thoughts on his swirling head almost crossed his mind. He shrugged, one of his hands extending to Letitia's chin tilting the girl upwards; she looked at Hajun firmly as their faces were leaning close to one another. She can sense his strong whiskey from earlier, but to think Hajun's tolerance is this high. The heat got tight and too enduring for the both of them. Silent breaths heaved the articulation of their lungs enclosed.

"You know what? Forget what I said... You will understand about me when you can..."

Before Letitia could say anything else; a pair of lips were met. Hajun leaned in, pressing his lips and shutting her mouth. Letitia's eyes dilated in surprise at his actions. The kiss was not in her thoughts. They were only arguing for just a moment as Hajun involuntarily stole a kiss. His hand was still placed on her chin, facing upward as the kiss deepened. The other hand was positioned on the wall above her head. Cornering her further, he brought his knee between her fishnet thighs. Already begging her consciousness if it wasn't real for the Korean rapper to be bold — Letitia prayed for her dignity to fight back and not dwell on the kiss. But it felt so intoxicating when Hajun did it. Her eyes couldn't take it as she closed them. The kiss kinda felt right. It turned roughly as soon as Hajun pushed his tongue inside of her mouth — Letitia meeked.

"H-hmmm—"

Giving into Hajun's advances, he fought his tongue inside of her — hearing Letitia's retort, he didn't pull away. It rather entices him more when he listens to Letitia's fumbled hums weakening under his French kiss. She could almost taste the bitterness of his whiskey alluring her tastebuds. But soon, he pulled away, leaving a single strand of saliva connecting their tongues. Speechless and unforgiving, the way Hajun kissed her made the Filipina breathless under his wing. Her face was painted red , and Hajun was certain of how he did unimaginable yet bizarre and addicting.

"Cute, but sorry... I got carried away."

"W-why did you do that..."

"Instinctively for you to forget but... I do think I might not forgive myself later."

She couldn't control her numbing lips, Hajun kissed her...

Why did he do that? And yet... A first sudden kiss—

"What do you mean?"

"Follow me, I'll take you somewhere you'll be satisfied to hate me more."

(To be continued)

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