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°˖➴ I Want Somebody Badly

୨ৎ Kazutora Hanemiya x female reader

.ᐟ Fluff

... Content : He thought it was foolish to fall in love. He didn't know it would hit him so hardly, too.

⸝⸝'Cause I, I cry all over madly. Don't do anything, do it for me❝❞

— !! Love was such a foolish thing to think about. Wasting time to make sure one's partner is happy with one's own time, money, and compliments. It made a scoff escape Kazutora's lips.

His bloomed yellow eyes that mimicked the soft hue of a daffodil looked around at an endless stream of couples before his sight. All while sitting on a bench, his teeth grazing a bite out of the ice pop he had purchased at the convenience store he was sitting in front of. The sweet treat tasted sweetly sour as his expression hardened even more.

Couples holding hands, kissing, or hugging. It was like they were trying to show off in his face! He let out a lowly scoff as he took an aggressive bite of the frozen delicacy. His hand gripped at the other ice pop he held in his hand for his friend.

"Sorry, like I really needed to beat that kid in rock, paper, scissors."

[Name] sighed, taking her spot next to Kazutora. Her hand snatched her ice treat from his hand before opening it. She noticed his angered glare at the people in front of them before he looked over at her. Her gaze shifted forward before back at him, almost mimicking to see what he was seeing. A couple was walking by hand in hand, the woman being pregnant as the husband led her with a gentle hand on her back.

"...Do you want me to get you pregnant?" [Name] questioned with a small gasp. Putting her empty hand over his stomach. Though her tone was serious, her expression gave away her actual emotions. That was enough to snap Kazutora out of his hater perspective. "Pfft-" He couldn't hold back his laugh at the idiocy of her question.

[Name] took her hand back before bursting out laughing. "I'm so funny," She hummed, biting at her frozen treat. "Yeah, sure..." Kazutora jokingly rolled his eyes. There was a soft silence lingering in the air. Soon, they decided to waste time by simply walking around.

His eyes couldn't seem to stray away from her. Dazzling yellow eyes stuck to her like honey. His eyes couldn't seem to tear away from her. It seemed that each feature she had had been handpicked to suit her. Even that dumb smile she had on her face...her lips dyed from the artificial flavoring of the ice pop.

Her words were just as beautiful, the sound of her voice echoing in his ears. Each word filling the indescribable need of hearing her voice. Her sentences blurred out by the loud thumping in his heart. That's when he realized...

His breath hitched, a loud gasp escaping his lips. [Name] looked over at him, raising a brow at his sudden action.

"What's wrong?"

He just hummed, turning in front of him like nothing had happened. "Nothing." Kazutora said with his usual grin. Even if he was panicking inside and clenching his fist to prevent any unnecessary feelings from spilling...

As more and more time passed, and their time together increased, he just fell deeper into a love he couldn't control. Even when they're beneath the star and sitting on the edge of a bridge together, his eyes are just on her.

"It's always prettier at night," [Name] hummed. She turned to look towards him, lightly tilting her head to one side. "Don't you think?"

Kazutora let out a shrug of his shoulders. His arms extended back and held him up. Eyes moving up instead of being stuck on her for once.

He leaned over, planting a small kiss on her cheek. It was a simple peck, yet he could already feel his heart turn to goo. "Mh...it's ugly. Especially when compared to the most beautiful person next to me." He laughed.

[Name] rolled her eyes at his comment. "Yeah? I thought you hated couples?" She snickered. Her hand found its way over to his, resting over his with a gentle warmth.

"People change," He stated. His eyes shifting back over towards him. "I like you, [Name], it's so stupid the way I feel for you..." Kazutora confessed with a small scoff that escaped his lips.

"I like you too, Kazutora."

[Name] couldn't help but crack a smile at the sudden conversation. Kazutora sat up, a small jingle of his earring was the last thing she heard before she felt his lips on hers.

His hands cupped both sides of her face. Though they were bruised from fights yet they were extra gentle on her. His lips perfectly placed on hers. Filled with passion but obvious with inexperience.

"You're making me go stupid..."

This is so trash. Please sue me for making you read this.

[lauvfool]

୨ৎ Back To Friends

.ᐟ FLUFF TO ANGST

Reo Mikage x Female Reader

... Content : Reo and [Name], two obvious soul mates that turn into strangers at last. INSPIRED BY WHEN LIFE GIVES YOU TANGERINES KDRAMA

୨ৎ ❝How can you look at me and pretend..i'm someone you've never met?❞

— !! [Name] had a relatively decent life. It wasn't comfortable, but bearable. She only lacked the wealth to build on her passions. Maybe that's why she couldn't yet platter her worth.

Reo Mikage had one purpose in life, being the world's number one striker. He had the access and money to do so. There wasn't much stopping him. So, how come he was so willing to give that up for a sense of life?

... The school bell rang, signaling the end of a lesson. A girl stood in the hallway, holding her heavy backpack over her head as a sort of punishment. The school she went to was prestigious, to say the least. People saw her as being out of place since, after all, she had no money to her name.

It was usual to see [Name] doing some type of discipline, whether it was running laps outside, cleaning the classrooms, or being forced to hold her bag over her head while sitting on her knees against the wall. No one really bothered to notice her.

Soft footsteps moved their way towards her. [Name] looked up, meeting the gaze of purple hues staring down at her. Reo sighed deeply before grabbing the backpack off her hands. "What did you do this time?" He hummed, sitting down next to her. It seemed that he didn't mind his white uniform would be ruined by the petty dirt on the ground.

"I talked back to a teacher, she told me I didn't write my own story," [Name] huffed out her response. Reo was used to her trouble. After all, they were childhood friends. It was surprising, a boy with everything and a girl with nothing. If they hadn't met when [Name] lunged at two kids picking at Reo at the playground, he would be bored out of his mind.

"Why are you still here? Your parents will get mad if you're not practicing soon," She said, her brow slightly raised in curiosity. He slowly stood up before shrugging, his hand extending to help lift her up. "...I didn't see you leave yet, so I came to look for you," The words left his lips like he didn't care, though his slight tone of hesitation gave him away.

"You're such a dork," [Name] snorted in response. Reo let out a humored scoff, swinging both their backpacks over his shoulder. His hands stuffed into his uniform pocket as they both walked out of the school.

"You're the brat with her hand in my pockets," He mentioned with a smug face. His hands lightly grazing hers, yet so defiant to interlock. That's how it usually was with the two, playfully arguing, teasing, and just normal conversations.

Now, here they are, walking home together like every other day. Both hands are in contact with each other but neither brave enough to hold each other.

Walking until they reach the bus stop [Name] always boards. Though this time, Reo gripped her hand a little. "You know I could always get someone to drive you?" He mentioned. How could she not know? He offers every time she needs to go, always wanting to spend more time with her.

[Name} shook her head in response. "Nope, my stepmom is making me watch my siblings today," She replied, retrieving her hand from his pocket. He felt the soft chill cover his instead of the warmth radiating from her touch.

No matter how much they tried to deny their feelings for each other, it always seemed obvious to everyone but each other. Wherever [Name] was, Reo followed behind her, tending to whatever she asked for. People tended to jump to the conclusion she was using him since he was rich, [Name] was quick to talk back no matter who it was.

So even if they're running together, hand in hand, through arrays of flowers, no one can tell them how to feel. Surrounded by flowers designed with four petal and an astonishing yellow color. Like small suns in a cross like pattern drawn to stems and bunched together.

Or when they're sitting together on a small empty patch between the canola flowers, looking across from one another. Just like now, sitting, looking up at the sky, waiting. Waiting for one of them to talk or something to happen.

"Do you plan on going to a university after high school?" Reo asked, the question almost forced from his lips. He already knew the answer. Everyone did. The purple haired male only wanted to encourage her long talks. [Name] suddenly had a small smiled on her face.

"I want to..." Her voice full of compassion and empty dreams. "But, my family doesn't plan on sending me, we don't have the money." Her tone faltered, yet quickly shaken off. "How about you?"

Reo pursed his lips in a line. "I don't plan on it. Just doing something with football is enough for me," He stated, his hand covering hers. Her gaze drifted over to him from the action.

"You know...I can send you to university, any one you want," Reo lightly squeezed her hand as he bashfully looked up at her. [Name] scoffed at his comment, snatching her hand and crossing her arms over her chest as she let herself fall down on the blanket on the ground. A small thud was heard as she looked back up at the sky.

"I don't want to burden anyone with my financial problems," [Name] mattered. "I don't care if I don't become an author. Just as long as I get married to a good man, not for money, not for anything other than love! I want a big family too!" She exclaimed.

Reo let out a small hum of acknowledgment. "I'll marry you," He said lowly. His words seemed excessive, but in all truth, other than football, he'd want to stay by her side. His pale hand yet again took a hold of her hand. Lifting her up to sit up next to each other.

"I'll pay for your university. Let you be an author, anything you want. I'll...I'll give you a big family like you want." He said. His thumb grazing over the soft skin of her knuckles. Purple eyes that clashed with the soft yellow hue of the flowers staring at her with a sort of declaration.

[Name] tried to tug her hand away, but his grasp tightened. "Don't waste yourself with me. You know your parents don't even like us as friends." She awkwardly said. Though deep down, her heart was thumping loudly inside her chest.

He sure didn't waste time pushing his lips against hers. His hand still held onto hers with a strong grip but slowly relaxed. It was quick, maybe just a second before pulling away. She didn't even have enough time to kiss back or push away.

"But every time you're with me, your lips are always shiny! And you're always putting your hand in my pocket... and letting me follow along with you even if people think lowly of us." Reo listed out, avoiding eye contact with her.

"It's lipgloss! I've been ready...since we were kids," She cleared her throat. Reo blinked, looking up at her through his long, thick lashes that any girl would be jealous of. With his stupid purple eyes that looked at her like some type of lost puppy.

"Just...just kiss me again!" [Name] exclaimed, sounding demanding but her stutter giving away her hesitation. It didn't take more than that for Reo to press his lips against hers. They both didn't know what they were doing, new to love, yet their shared kiss so passionate. The tilt of his head further deepened it. A shy hand holding a side of her face as the other held hers still.

Even in the field of flowers with the fluttering rustic, floral scents. The gentle touch of each other's lips stuck and basking in the time spent. Pulling away slowly to a small gasp of air. Foreheads pressed against one another, eyes still closed as they replayed the events that had formerly happened.

"Don't let yourself be stuck with me. Okay? If you want to make me happy then...then don't even think about being with me," [Name] sighed, slowly pulling away from him. Reo looked at her with a frown formed on her face. The small feeling of being let down at her words.

..."I'm leaving for a while, I'm going to a football program called Blue Lock." Time had passed since they shared their first kiss, the canola flowers had begun to slowly die down, that didn't stop them from standing in the middle of the field.

"When will you be back?" [Name] asked, her heart once again thumping inside her chest in resignation. She regretted asking that question, much more pushing him away.

Reo shoved his hands in his pockets, this time, they felt empty without hers packed with his. "I...don't know," He swallowed down the uncertainty in his throat as he stared down at the ground.

[Name] fiddled with her hands as a sign of not knowing what to do. The air filled with unsaid words, actions that were not to be done, feelings that were not yet expressed. Yet they stood, not knowing when the next time they would both stand in the canola fields would be.

Days, weeks, months had passed, and time seemed slower than before. Or maybe it was the lack of company that bothered her. The older woman teased at her for allowing her 'boyfriend' to slip away so easily. For once, she bit her tongue and didn't say the rush of emotions she had.

"You know, just give up on being an author. You won't make that much money," [Name]'s stepmother said, chopping up food into thin slices with her back turned. "You're better suited for a wife or mother, if you're looking, there's this man who I know. He can get you to that dumb university you want." She continued.

[Name] carried her stepbrother on her hip as she played along with her other siblings. "He's just a couple of years older, good money, and he's looking for a wife to marry. Maybe when you get out of high school, you'll be interested," The woman offered. [Name] sighed as she gently set her brother down, making her way to the kitchen.

"Mh, maybe..." She mumbled. Her stepmother noticed her lack of expression, lightly sighing in response. "What? Stuck up on that rich kid? You'll forget him soon enough, or it'll be the other way around."

Yet, she couldn't tear her eyes away from looking for him on the screen, broadcasting a few of Blue Lock's games. "Maybe..." [Name] muttered, glancing away only to be drawn back.

The U-20 Japan against Blue Lock game ended up in Blue Lock's victory, earning them a week off from the program. [Name] had watched the game, focused on the purple haired player who was substituted in. As well as the lazy white-haired male he was friends with in action.

Even with a break, Reo couldn't bring himself to try and contact [Name]. There had been unspoken emotions that they hadn't talked out. Yet was it a coincidence that they ended up face to face in the lone streets of their hometown.

His eyes met her for a second before continuing to walk away. His gaze wasn't love filled like before, a bit more empty, as if they hadn't known each other. Like everything they had been through was just forgotten memories.

The small rain pelting above them formed black clouds that fogged up their emotions even more. [Name] pursed her lips, trying to form a sentence at his lack of words.

"Will you just act like we're strangers?"

Though her words were muffled by the rain, he still heard it. Stopping in his tracks, pestered by her stubbornness to not let him go. He didn't respond. No. He just kept walking away as if she wasn't the one talking to him.

"You said you'll marry me, and now you ignore me?! You kiss me and make me fall for you just to leave me with no response?" [Name] yelled out. There was no mistaking the tears that ran down her face for rain. He heard her silent sobs but kept walking, one foot in front of another.

"I won't wait for you!" She sobbed out. He bit his lips to stop himself from running back and embracing her in the rain. To stop himself from abandoning everything just for her.

It was no surprise that when Blue Lock was finally over in the spring when they were freshly 18. With new experiences to be sought out. Though the gossiping older woman who ran shops nearby made sure Reo knew all he missed out.

"You know, that [Name] is dating a man so much older than her," One of them whispered, directed towards Reo. Another hissed in disapproval. "Essh, that poor girl, it's what will send her to university, I suppose." She sighed.

"How old is he?" Reo questioned. He couldn't help but ask a few questions that ran in his mind. "Twenty-three, sure they're both young, but there's a clear difference between an eighteen year old and a man who is already twenty!" The elder lady in charge of the local convenience shop shook her head.

"Seems like they're planning on getting married soon," One of the women before added. "Don't shy away from stealing your girlfriend back, okay?" They turned their attention to Reo. He could only awkwardly chuckle at their comment.

He'll act like he doesn't care but ended up so distracted he didn't even realize when he finally made it home. Much less when he was at the dinner table, stabbing at the food on his plate.

"What? Finally heard [Name] moved on? It was doomed from the beginning, that girl just leeches off of money," Reo's mom asked, shaking her head. The purple haired male clutched the utensil in his hand.

"You don't know anything about her," He muttered. His eyebrows narrowed in a serious expression. "The more you wait to make things right, the more she gets swept away," His dad said, earning a glare from his wife.

The boy emitted a sigh full of confusion and worry. "What's the point? She already plans on marrying him..." Reo muttered. He tried to just shrug it off, but he couldn't. Not when the girl in question was the one he shared his first kiss with, the one who stuffed her hand in his pocket, the one he promised the world to.

Maybe that's why there was no stopping him when he dashed out the house. With nothing but his phone in hand. And only one thing lingering in her mind, one person. [Name].

It felt natural he ended up in front of her house. Before he knew it, he had already knocked, followed by footsteps slowly getting closer. "Who is..." [Name] opened the door, staring at the boy in front of her door. "...it?" She had finally finished her question.

"Why?" That was all he managed to slip out his mouth. He clenched his fists, nails leaving crescent shaped marks on his skin. "Why are you with an older man who can give you the things that I can?!" Reo had unknowingly raised his voice out of frustration.

"It doesn't matter." [Name] scoffed. Crossing her arms over her chest. "Go home, Reo, it's late," She went to close the door, but his grasp intercepted. "No. Please," His voice visibly got weaker.

"Just date me. You don't need him. I can give you everything you want and more," Reo pleaded, tightening his grip on her hand. "I said I wouldn't marry for money..." She mumbled. Her gaze straying from his.

Reo lightly scoffed, "You expect me to believe you truly love that dude enough to marry him? He's five years older than you. Five. What could you possibly have in common with him?!" He didn't mean to yell, but he was so stressed that he was losing her.

"So what!? It's my life!" [Name] exclaimed. Reo furrowed his brows at her statement. "Yes, yes it is, so why are you wasting it on someone like him?!" He questioned. She just bit down on the inside of her cheek. "Just let it go. I've moved on, so should you." [Name] muttered.

Reo cupped a side of her face,still holding onto her hand. He tried to blink back tears from falling down his face. "So why are your lips still so glossy...?"

Written for @jupiterveil thank you for the request baddie sorry for taking 10000 years

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♯ It Ain't Me , Babe

"Go away from my window, leave at your own chosen speed"

⊹ ࣪. content : Manjiro Sano (Mikey) x female reader. Despite sharing the same emotions, he can't bring himself to commitment.

₊˚⊹ ᰔ Even with her gentle touch, her words nurtured towards him. He couldn't believe her for a second. [Name], the girl who seemed ever so perfect, being the one chasing after him? Manjiro thought it was too good to be true, like some sort of sick dream.

Even when she has her hand on his face, telling him all sorts of sweet things. With the most sincere look on her face, he can't help but think it's false. Not when she could have someone better...

Someone who can understand her better. Maybe she'll find someone who can give her everything she wants. Someone to love her more than he convinced himself he doesn't.

Calling her from her bedroom window late one night to chase the stars in a harmless manner. With hands intertwined as the leaped across an array of scenery, landing upon a hill that pointed up to the skies above.

While gentle, love striken teens just trying to live out their lives. Manjiro who stares at her as she cups his face in her hands. Warm and gentle to the touch, as she looks into his eyes with those ever so grazen eyes.

With the stars overhead, like parts of the sky cut out to shine through the dark bliss. The soft moonlight that could shine around the two. Though, destined to stay as two star crossed lovers. Agonized by doom and misfortune upon themselves. To let love guide is such a foolish proposal, isn't it?

Even with her comfortable sayings, he felt that hint of reluctance coursing through his gaze. Mikey put his hand against hers, which had previously been against his cheek, only too pull away from her yet again...

"I'm not the one you want, [Name]." Manjiro stated, as if a fact. With that guilty gleam in his eyes as he tried to face her. [Name]'s lips crinkled downwards into a soft frown before shaking her head.

"Manjiro, you're the only one I need," [Name] mumbled. The words that left her soft lips filling his ears eagerly. "There's dangers, I'm sorry, [Name]," He said her name so softly satisfying her soul, at least with that gentle sensation.

Yet the gentle rejection felt more like being thrown around. [Name] nodded in response before looking down towards the fresh cut grass covered by an evening blanket.

Lightly shaking her head as she turned towards him. "That'll never change anything for me," She said, her words sincere... Mikey couldn't bring himself to believe her. Not when he barely could justify his own feelings.

...

Though appearing so effortlessly to disappear. Days flipping through, months flying by, years just passing. Only to lose contact with one each other.

[Name] would still look up towards the stars they had previously found comfort with. Through the sky, the motorbikes that would pass by, in the silly fish shaped cake he would always enjoy as teens.

Would he even still remember the times they had spent together? The feelings that had whithered through the two...

She understood his emotions, though it didn't stop the pain from seeping through. Had she missed her chance all those years ago? There was no possibility to relive it now, only to find comfort in the words that now ceased to exist.

Manjiro, who had previously told her to choose someone new. How could she when she's so utterly bewitched by him? His brave leadership, careless nature, and charismatic draw.

Maybe it was just a spur of emotions. So why couldn't she just get over it? Missing their times where they'd just be carless as if nothing mattered.

Maybe it would be fate if they'd see each other again. Meant to be, woven together to be fallen to meet. At least, that's what Manjiro declared. If he'd see her again, he would decide to let her into his life. Not push her out and be honest with her.

It was a slim chance, wasn't it?

...

A night to which everything was calm, a gentle breeze passing. Well, days in Tokyo were never peaceful. Always loud chatter or noise of people going off to their destinstions. And for that, a motorcycle race [Name] had decided to attend with one of her friends.

Bikes racing by at top speed, afraid to be left behind. A musical roar igniting from the engine as [Name]'s eyes drift to the racers. Heads cast within a helmet in order to ensure protection, all painted different colors with various logos.

Her eyes laid onto a certain one spelling out 'Top of Manji,' holding the title of top racer within Tokyo. [Name] could only wonder what type of person he was. Yet once he slipped off his helmet for a sip of water, there was no mistaking what type of person he was.

There was no mistaking his deep eyes that now connected as the same color as his hair. Now dyed an inky color and cut shorter than when his hair appeared the complete opposite than back in their younger years.

His eyes seemed to latch onto her as well. Bewitched by the all too familiar sight of the first love he couldn't commit to. His heart felt an all too familiar ache stored down.

He quickly set his helmet down against the rough handles of his motorcycle. His eyes not tearing away from her as he walked towards her, lifting himself up from the railings effortlessly.

"Guess stars do align," His voice was more matured and calm. Situated with his way of living as he took in everything about her. Her eyes gleamed the same way they always did, face shaped to perfection, everything about her was flawless.

[Name] lightly laughed at his cheesy statement. Lightly shaking her head in disapproval before looking back up at him. "Yeah, guess so..." She mumbled, her eyes locked onto his. It felt strange, to say the least. How did you meet someone once again when you loved them so long ago?

He lightly smiled at her, taking a soft hold of her hand in his. Leading her away from the crowd, despite people's loud whispers and obvious stares.

Even when they're an equal distance apart, with the feeling as strangers, there still lingers a small comfortable sense in the air. It was quiet for a moment. Manjiro was the one to initiate the talking.

"I'm sorry." He said, with a small saddened smile on his face. "For a lot of things. Especially knowing how you felt about me back then... but I know I can be better now, not just for you and I, but us. That is if you are still willing?" His words seemed hushed. Wincing with each word he spoke.

[Name] quietly hummed before a small laugh escaped her throat. "Let's focus on catching up with each other first, hm?" She smiled. He nodded in agreement.

"I'd like that..."

Dawg who wrote this dookie and took 29298 years 💔 anyways make sure to like subscribe and hit that notification bell so you never miss another daily upload. Requested by Arwa I'm sorry I took a whole century

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» 𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐨, 𝐊.𝐓𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐨

⤷ "Have you ever tried this one..."

Content : mature content ahead, Karasu Tabito x f!reader, Karasu ends up going to a concert of a popular music artist, which turns to a small situation...smut warning

⤷Nothing more could stop Eita Otoya from dragging his friend, Karasu Tabito, to a concert of one of the most famous artists of the time. Known for her rather mature themes within the verses she sings.

"Why did I ever agree to go with ya," The dark haired man sighed. Had they finally received a break from playing in their football professional teams, Eita had gotten the chance to get concert tickets for his favorite artist. He had the intention of going with his girlfriend, but...she soon turned into an ex-girlfriend. So why not go with one of his closet friends instead?

Well, that was put to shame as soon as people started recognizing them. Flocks of fan girls and boys approaching both of them. Otoya rather enjoyed the attention, quick to flirt, and take selfies with some fans. Karasu reluctantly obliged to a few quick photos before dragging his friend away.

"Essh, I was about to get a cute girl's number." The white-haired male sighed in disappointment. Taking their seats, lucky were they that Otoya managed to snag front row seats, Karasu having the seat directly in the middle of the stage.

The dark-haired man wasn't really interested, he barely knew who was performing. "Hey, who's concert is this-" "[Name]!" Welp, he got his answer shouted by everyone in the crowd.

The music began to swell up, lights flashing and illuminating a figure. Body wrapped in a towel as she slowly made her way towards the stage. "What color do you think her outfit is?" Otoya whispered towards his friend. Karasu quirked his brow. Was he supposed to guess?

"I dunno?" He muttered, a small breath escaping his lips before looking back towards the stage. Her hands reach off the towel, revealing her purple sparkly corset body suit, jeweled to perfection.

Her thighs perfectly pinched by her shimmering tights. The skin tightly packaged behind the sheer material. Who wouldn't kill for such a woman? He couldn't help but stare, as if she was a dazzling new being. Her whole existence was too great to be categorized with hundreds and millions of people.

His blue shadowed eyes couldn't help wander around her figure. The way she displayed herself towards the crowd without a care in the world. Maybe he was a bit too obvious with his staring... Her eyes shimmering over to him, staying on him as she sang.

People singing along to every word at the top of their lungs, recording every second they could. Phones pointed and zoomed in, trying to get the best quality videos. Well, so was his friend...

The show continued as upbeat and interactive as it could be. People jumping up and down from their seats. Singing the night away, yet not taking away from the main attraction. [Name]'s voice sweet like honey, her words vibrating through the air and quick to his ears. Her voice a melody not anyone can replicate.

Otoya soon nudged at the dark-haired football player. "You've got a perfect view for this." Karasu chuckled one of his brows raising in curiousity. "For what?"

"Have you ever tried this one?"

With her fallen to her knees, her back turned to the crowd. Showing the gentle arch of her back, with the slow lift of her skirt. Loud roars erupt at her actions. Karasu couldn't help but admire the show she had put on. Soon enough, lights dimming down, the sparkle and emotion dying down.

People exiting away from their seats, Otoya as well, leaving Karasu behind. Off to scavenge for some lady's number most likely.

A quiet hum escaping his lips as he was heading out. "You enjoy the concert?" A small giggle followed teasingly. The football player turned back to look eyes yet again with the woman who thousands were there to see. "Real eye catching, doll," He chuckled in reply, hands stuffed in his pockets.

One could only wonder how the two ended up in these positions. A hit singer and popular football player, tangled up with each other in a luxury hotel room. [Name]'s fingers woven within his dark purplish locks, pulling it from its organized template. Lips pressed against each other in a fierce arrangement. Hands gripping at her ass, holding her up against the bed. The sound of her muffled selfish moans filling his ears as he deepened the kiss even further.

The feeling of his hardened length being pushed up against her needy, clothed cunt making her let out another impatient groan into his mouth. In nothing left but undergarments and hickeys, two people who had barely met but instantly clicked.

"C'mon, be patient doll," His voice scratching against her ear as he pulled away from the kiss. Placing her on the bed, his muscular figure looming over hers. His fingers gently unclasping her bra.

"Wouldn't want ya finishing too quickly now would we?" His voice still with husky hues. "Look at you being such a real man," She snickered using her arms to hold herself up. Karasu hummed in response, taking one of her breasts into his mouth as he continued to play with the other.

His thumb rubbing circles and lightly squeezing, igniting soft moans from the singer in front of him. Her voice so captivating and so ever bewitching. She could feel herself becoming needier by the minute, yet so fulfilled by each and every of Karasu's actions. A soft rhyme of symphony as his tongue swirled the bud of her chest, slowly pulling away and sparking a pop from the loss of contact.

His finger locked with the hem of her panties as he lowered them to be discarded on the floor. "So wet already? I'm just gettin started, doll," Karasu chuckled. Slipping two of his digits into her soaked cunt.

Her low moans that further encouraged his actions. Knuckle deep as his fingers slipped in and out of her. He couldn't help the smirk as he felt her walls pulsating around him. "Kara-""Tabito, sweetheart." He corrected, looking up towards her eyes. The series of emotions, lust contained by pleasure.

With a devilish grin as he retracted his fingers from her slick. "Tabito!" [Name] whined at the loss of contact. A set of loe chuckles exiting his lip as he slipped down his boxers, left to reveal his hardened member.

"Sorry, dollface, can't wait for the main course," Karasu mentioned. His large hands scooping her up and flipping her over. "Let's try that position you did hm? What did ya' call it, a Juno pose?"

With her face shoved down onto the hotel sheets as Karasu hoisted up her ass, pressed against it. "Please..." She lowly pleaded, not being able to contain herself.

"Just a minute," He hummed, peeling open a condom, slipping it on against his length. Slowly entering her as if a tease, the tip feeling up against her needy cunt, still leaking due to his fingering.

Her small whines filling the void of the room as he continued. His hands massaging at her ass, his thumb rubbing at the smooth skin. "Yer' beautiful, [Name], but you must now that already, huh?" He stated, holding back a groan now that he fully entered her seeping slit. Taking a moment to enjoy the warmth from inside her, clenching around him.

His hands cupping her hips as he slowly began to move. At a slow pace to begin with, hips lightly rolling against her. Though once he began to spead up, her moans beginning to become more louder and frequent.

The thrusts he delievered between her dripping pussy becoming more evident as they neared their ending. "[Name], oh you're perfect," He breathed out. His fingers gripping to the skin on her hips, reddening due to the pressure.

"Hah...ah, Tabito!" The lewd sounds that exited her plump, rosy lips making him go quicker. "That's it, gorgeous, just keep yellin' out my name," Small husky groans,escaping his lips and the pleasure overfilling him.

[Name] let out a loud moan, feeling herself unravel against Karasu. White strings of cum seeping from her as he pulled out. Rolling off the condom filled with the series of their mixed fluids as he discarded it to the nearest trash can.

Seeing her panting to attempt and catch her breath, Karasu chuckled. Scooping her into his arms as he put a final kiss to her lips. "Let's get ya cleaned up, huh?"

[lauvfool]

⋆𐙚₊˚Cindy Lou Who⋆H.Jisung

"𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝑰'𝒎 𝒈𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝒑𝒖𝒌𝒆 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒏'"

Content : Han Jisung x f! Reader, angst, drinking/alcohol, vomiting mentions, unrequited love towards Han Jisung.

Requested by : @hanjisungfan560

୨୧ "[Name], stop thinking about him," Her friend sighed, putting her hand on [Name]'s shoulder. She sighed, peeling her eyes away from Han and the woman wrapped around his arms.

Behind the closed window, snow lightly pelted throughout the region, small puffs of white built up against each other. The street light illuminated small patterns on the sidewalk. Defining the texture the snow held. And there she was at some stupid party with a bunch of idiotic people.

"I'm not..." [Name] lied. Her friend, Lacy, raised a brow knowingly. "[Name]..." "Okay so maybe I was. So what? What irritates me is that Julie is all over him..." She scowled, running a hand through her hair.

Lacy sighed, putting a gently squeeze on her friends shoulder. "Look, I know you two were best friends and that you like Han, you have to let them go though," She mumbled. [Name] knew it was true, she couldn't just keep bottling up emotions.

"I will. " [Name] said through her teeth, taking a chug of the alcohol. The liquid from the cup washed her mouth with a bitter taste. It couldn't even nurture the feelings built inside her. "Fuck, I need another drink..." She groaned. Her feet led her towards where the alcohol was, whether it was classical beer to Korean soju, there was an assortment in the cooler, on the tables, anywhere a bottle could be displayed.

And her eyes peered back in the direction of her past best friend and the guy who displayed unrequited love. Yet neither were there. Callow was she in the way her feelings were organized by herself.

She poured herself another drink. Instantly taking another sip. "Woah, slow down, you might drink yourself dead, [Name]," a familiar voice chattered. Her eyes turned to meet the figure of Han...

"I think I can handle my alcohol..." Ironic the way her words were slurred. Han hummed through a smile. "Ah, I see. It's getting late though, aren't you going home soon?" He asked, looking at her.

"Yeah, so what?" She scoffed. "Let me walk you home," He offered. It was like Julie was out to get her the way she attached to Han so quickly.

[Name] felt sick, actually sick. She felt an acidic feeling, making itself known as it traveled up her throat. She covered her mouth with her palm before rushing over to the bathroom.

Han looked at her with what appeared like worry, following behind her. Julie let a scoff escape her lips as she was left behind, clenching her fist...

Han gently smoothed his hand on [Name]'s back as he held her hair back. Sickly vomiting into the toilet. "You drank too much, I'm taking you home." Han sighed.

"Whatever..." She croaked, seeming to sober up. "Fuck this is embarrassing..." She thought as he handed her a handkerchief. [Name] mumbled out a slight thanks at his action.

[Name] hated the feeling she was experiencing at that current moment. Confused. Sometimes he was complimenting her, calling her pretty, staring into her eyes as if she's the only one in the room, or talking to her like she's all that matters.

Then there would be times to which he ignored her going to that wicked Julie. With claims of love towards her. It all felt melancholy.

Yet here was Han Jisung, walking her up to her apartment. Supporting her as he walked with her up towards her floor. Soon enough they reached her room.

"Ah...I guess this is goodbye for today," Han chuckled. [Name] scoffed, it seemed she didn't completely sober up. He raised a brow to her reaction.

"Is something wrong?" He hummed. She nodded weakly, stumbling forward, tripping over her own feet to end up against his chest. He wrapped his arms around her, engulfing him in his warmth. She hated it, oh she despised it.

Outside her apartment door wrapped around the arms of the man who didn't love her back. And there he was leading her own.

A kiss planted against her forehead as he soothed her back. She choked back tears, burying her face deeper against his chest. Her hands gripping at his jacket.

"What's wrong?" Han questioned. "This. You're cruel, you know that? ...What does Julie have that I don't?" [Name]'s voice cracked with emotions. Her hands curled up desperately against the fabric of the jacket, keeping him warm. Yet he was the only thing to keep her warm.

"[Name], you know it's not like that." "Then what is it? Is she just some other woman like me that you keep leading on?" She choked out. "Fuck, you make me look so stupid! My best friend too? I look like an idiot liking you. Like thinking I have a chance." [Name] sobbed.

Hot tears escaped through the burrows of her eyes. Her eyes shone like the glossy snowflakes outside in the winter weather.

He stayed quiet, listening to her words or hopelessness. Guilt seeps through him like blood in his veins. All he can do is ruin it, still holding her in his arms and with his hand on her back.

Maybe desperation wasn't crying in his arms but instead allowing it to happen. Allowing her mental state to be trampled oh so carelessly. Allowing herself to torment so much just for a man who didn't like her back.

Note : Hope you enjoyed because I didn't

Isn't much angst just me yapping

[lauvfool]

I Lauv you Lauver

Thank you.

[lauvfool]

⋆𐙚₊˚Outro : Luv in Skool⋆E.Otoya

"𝑰 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒂 𝑰 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒂"

Content : Eita Otoya x f! Reader, sfw, fluff, he won't stop confessing to you. He really wants to be in a relationship with you

୨୧ "C'mon, [Name], just one chance?" Otoya pleaded, sticking out his bottom lip in a joking pout. He looked almost desperate the way he endlessly pursued her.

[Name] looked at him uninterested at his non-stop confessions. She quickly shut her locker before looking at him. "No, leave me alone." She scoffed in response.

Yet despite her cold attitude, he followed after her. "I'm not that bad. Just one date, no more!" He tried to bargain. In the end, she just ignored him and walked off further than he could catch up.

It was obvious he wouldn't give up soon. Even if his reputation of a cheater ruined her perception of him. He wanted to show her how willing he was of a relationship. It would begin with an actual conversation instead of his automatic confessions...

"[Name]!" Otoya exclaimed. His eyes set on her as she walked away from the school. She rolled her eyes as he quickly approached her. "Let me walk you home," He offered, a confident smirk on his face.

"Why would I?" She scowled. Her face crinkled with disgust, not even looking towards him. Otoya shrugged as he tucked his hands in his pockets.

He let out a slight hum as if in thought before looking back towards her with a smile. "I'll make sure no creeps follow you home," He stated. "The only creeps following me is you." [Name] retorted. Otoya laughed at her sharp reply. "Ah, I probably am, hm?" He said.

[Name] scoffed, turning to cross the street. At the same time, a motorcycle was speeding by. The white-haired teen quickly caught her by the handle of her backpack. Pulling her back against his chest, one hand wrapped around her waist and the other still on her backpack.

She could barely process what had just occurred before Otoya started speaking. "Be careful, princess, maybe I should tag along with you to keep you safe." He grinned cheekily.

[Name] scoffed, "Do what you want." This time, looking both ways before crossing the road. Eita had a smile of confidence as he followed behind her.

"Let's me hold your backpack for you-" and it was already quickly thrown to his face. He caught it in his hands with a small chuckle. "Didn't know you wanted me to hold it that badly." He joked. No response...

"Tough crowd." He hummed, swinging her backpack over his shoulders.

The next day of school was quieter for [Name]. Instead of Otoya's loud confessions and eager conversations, it was silent. She felt like a joke. Her initial thought was him saying he likes her just as some crude way to make fun of her. Maybe she was right.

She entered the hallway just to be met with Otoya outside her classroom. [Name] glanced up at him before trying to enter the class.

"[Name]!" He exclaimed upon seeing her, an instant smile on his face. "How's your morning?" Otoya questioned. His green eyes instantly locked on hers. That's something new. Usually, he just went straight to confessing...

As many more days passed on, [Name] noticed the slight change of his attitude. Otoya, as well, had seen the difference in her personality.

In the mornings, he would wait outside her classroom to greet her and make small talk. During lunch, he would pass by and give her some sort of sweet. And in the evening, he would walk her home.

The most commitment Otoya had ever made to build a relationship, [Name] found it rather impressive.

So now here they are, enriched in a conversation as he walks her home. Otoya holding her backpack as he walks beside her.

They stopped approaching her house, [Name] turned to him, expecting her backpack back. Instead, he stared at her with his softened green eyes.

"[Name], I know you're probably annoyed with my endless confessions, but know I mean this deeply. And I'm aware of my reputation with relationships, I'm not exactly the best either..." He hummed.

"I like you, [Name], much more than you can perceive." Otoya said, looking down. For once, he was flustered just by simply confessing.

"Sorry...that was stupid, just pretend I didn't say anything," He muttered, handing her her backpack. [Name] looked up at him, while accepting her bag.

"I like you too."

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.

.

Otoya looked up at her dumbfounded. Running a hand up to his ear, gently pressing against it to make sure he was hearing her correctly. "You...what?" His mouth agape and his eyes widened.

"Can you repeat it just to make sure...?" He added. [Name] let out a small, joking scoff. "I like you too." She repeated.

Otoya stood frozen before a small smile caressed his features. He gently took her hand into his. Rubbing his thumb over the ridges of her knuckles.

"I won't mess this up..."