The music had been loud, deafening almost, but it still would never be enough to drown out your own thoughts. You sat off in the distance, away from the crowd of silhouettes moving against each other under the flashing strobe lights. Scantily clad bodies pulsing against one another with more alcohol than modesty in their system. Everyone just wanted to have a good time.
And that’s what you were to him. Just a good time.
A year ago when you found yourself at this very same place. Maybe it was the atmosphere, or the way his lips formed those persuasive compliments all night long. Something about him drew you in and made you feel like you were the only one in the world to him. You fell for him hard.
And you regretted it deeply.
A simple exchange of numbers led to frequent meet-ups. These turned to daytime dates, until finally, you both made it official. He became your everything. Your heart was completely open to him. He treated you like his queen. Weeks gave way to months, and it was steadily approaching your anniversary. A great milestone. A surprise visit quickly turned sour that day. You were expecting him to be alone, certainly not the way you found him. A queen, you thought you were. It was only then you realized you were only a queen in the deck of cards of the game he played. Never the only one.
Now here you were tonight, trying to erase the memory where it all began. You scoffed aloud, taking a sip from the fluorescent drink you’d ordered. The burn going down your throat still nothing compared to the burn that still remained in your heart. People could be so cruel.
“It hurts, doesn’t it?” You heard a voice that wasn’t your own ring through your mind. Your head snapped up, glancing around and finding no one in your immediate vicinity.
“What the hell?” You set your glass down on the table in front of you. “No way I’m already buzzed off just one drink.”
“Nah, you’re good. Don’t worry.” the voice answered with a light chuckle.
“Okay what the hell is going on?” you questioned to the second voice in your head.
“I’m trying to figure that out myself to be honest. I always thought this was a myth.”
“What, telepathy?”
“People say when you find your soulmate, you can hear their thoughts. Yours have been pretty loud since I laid eyes on you tonight.”
“Soulmate? Right, like I’ll believe that crap.” you scoffed. This had to be some kind of joke. Worst case scenario, something in your drink.
“You weren’t drugged sweetheart. I’ve been paying attention too. Look up to the V.I.P balcony.” You scanned past the crowd, up to the small semicircular balcony portion of the club which sat between two short flights of stairs connecting both floors. Velvet ropes and security guards sealed off both ends. Inside, was a very royal themed couch and a small table holding a whisky glass and an ash tray. A man sat on the floral cushions, isolated from everyone else. His shirt was partially open, one leg crossed lazily over the other and a cigar in one hand. He was looking directly at you, from what you could tell at least.
“Why are you wearing sunglasses indoors, and at night?” you questioned. He chuckled visibly.
“Why don’t you come join me and we could continue this conversation verbally?”
You shrugged, downing the rest of your drink. You gathered yourself, rising to your feet and making your way over to the V.I.P section. Short heels clicked inaudibly against the tile staircase. As you approached, you noticed the security guard glance back at the handsome stranger who gave him a curt nod. The guard opened the velvet rope and stepped aside to let you in. You breathed an internal sigh of relief, to which the man inside snickered into the back of his hand.
“Don't worry, he wouldn't hurt you.” came the mental voice again. You took a seat on the soft couch next to the only other occupant.
“Hello soulmate.” he smirked, turning his body towards you.
“Hey,” you answered. He took your hand and placed a soft kiss to the back of your palm.
“You're even more beautiful up close. My name's Jay.” he grinned.
“Y/N.” you replied.
“Y/N...” he repeated. “So, what brings you back to Heartbreak Hotel?”
“Just trying to start a clean slate, you know?” you answered. He removed his shades, placing them on the table next to his half empty glass.
“We're all trying to forget someone.” he said, pulling the cigar to his lips and taking in a long draw. He exhaled, the white threads of smoke leaving his mouth and dancing between the two of you. He placed the rest of the cigar in the ashtray, dark eyes returning to you.
You took in the slender frame of his face. Smooth skin dipped into sharp collarbones and the beginning of a toned, tattooed chest. His hair was trimmed to an undercut, marked and styled up in slick, dark curls. The light bounced off the small diamond stud piercing on his nose. No doubt, this man was gorgeous. A smile broke out onto his face, turning into a short laugh.
“You flatter me, sweetheart.” he said, reminding you that he could still hear your thoughts loud and clear. You looked down and fiddled with your fingers, with a shy laugh.
“Sorry, I’m still getting used to this.” Your head shot up as realization settled on you. “Hey, wait a minute. You know my story now but I don’t know yours.” you said. He leaned an arm against the back of the couch.
“What do you wanna know, sweetheart?” he grinned. His smile made you relax into your seat a bit more. You weren’t completely vulnerable with him, but you at least felt comfortable.
“What’s your deal? How come my apparently handsome soulmate isn’t pulling home the next best skirt on the dance floor?” you teased. He chuckled, turning back to the security guard behind him and snapping his fingers. The guard nodded, and began making his way down the staircase. Jay turned back to you.
“You see, Y/N, just like you, I know what it’s like to be fucked over.” he said. He glanced off to the crowd of clubbers below the platform. “It’s happened one too many times. Eventually you start to feel like you’re ready to give up on love.” Your heart clenched at his words. You knew how it felt, all too well.
The security guard returned with a bottle of champagne and two glasses, setting them down on the table before you both, then returning to his post. Jay reached for the bottle, opening it with ease and pouring the bubbly, golden liquid into both glasses. He handed one to you, holding up his own with a small, but hopeful smile.
“Cheers, soulmate.” he said. You clinked glasses and sent the crisp, sweet drink past your lips. Your gazes returned to each other and your eyes locked. A dense energy danced between the two of you, sealing you off from the rest of the world and suffocating you in the most euphoric way. You searched each other’s eyes, your minds simultaneously saying the words neither of your lips could form.
“Please don't break my heart again.”
Your skin burned with desire. Your bodies were pulled flush against each other. Your tongues linked sloppily as Jay's tattooed hands roamed your body. He tasted like a bittersweet combination of champagne and tobacco. The scent of his cologne still lingered on him even with both of your clothes long gone. Immense passion radiated from you both as you maneuvered haphazardly through his bedroom.
He guided you back until you felt the bed against the back of your legs. His hands gripped your waist, easing you onto the bed. Your legs opened to accommodate him fitting between your thighs. He rolled his hips against your center, prompting a muffled moan to escape you. He chuckled against your lips, pulling the bottom flesh between his teeth before working his way down your body. He kissed and marked his way across your skin, down your neck, across your chest and along your abdomen.
“So beautiful,” he murmured against your tender flesh. “and all mine.”
“Yes, all yours.” you breathed. Your chest rose and fell as his head slowly traveled lower down your body. He lifted your legs to drape them over his shoulders. His smoldering gaze trailed up your body to meet your own eyes before he flattened his tongue against your core. Your head fell back into to plush sheets, staggered breaths leaving your lips as they hung open. Jay's fingers dug into your thighs to keep them steady while he worked his tongue on you.
The muscle slid along your folds, dipping into you and lapping at your essence. His lips wrapped skillfully around your clit, sucking lightly on the sensitive bud. Your hips bucked against him, wordlessly begging him not to stop. He swirled his tongue in abstract patterns against you. Your pulse picked up, resonating through your body as your shaking fingers gripped into the sheets beneath you. His tongue pressed into you, drawing out your pleasure filled cries as your body quaked, releasing onto his face. He licked at you gently as he coaxed you down from your high.
You lay back, chest heaving as you tried to steady your breathing once more. Jay crawled over your body and placed a smooth kiss to your lips. The taste of you lingered on him. He pulled away to bite his lip and admire you for a moment.
“You’re even more beautiful when you come undone, babygirl.” he smirked. You could feel his tip probing at your entrance, aching for you. Jay looked to your eyes for confirmation.
“You ready?”
You nodded, wrapping your arms around his neck. He pushed into you, laying his body flush against your own. Your arms tightened around him, wanting to feel him as close as possible. He stretched you out slowly, lips capturing yours once more and muffling your incoherent moans.
His arms shifted beside you, so that he could cup your face in his hands. He held you gently, but firmly, as if to protect you, but almost afraid that you would disappear if he let go. You returned that same emotion through your hold around his body. His hips rolled in and out of you at a steady pace as you both savoured each other through twisting tongues.
Beads of sweat glistened off your bodies as skin met skin repeatedly. He filled you completely, reaching the deepest parts of your core as the passion consumed you both. The sheets were a tangled beneath you. Mumbled cries rang against wet muscles in the dimly lit room. Your hearts raced with each other, a dense climax building up within your cores. Your muscles clenched around Jay, bringing him to follow soon after you.
You rolled over in the soft duvet, the thick sheets wrapping around you like the warm embrace of a lover. Your eyes slowly peeled open. Gentle light emanated from the window, bringing your attention to a small folded note atop a soft folded material placed on the bedside table. Your hand emerged from your bundle of comfort, to reach for the card so you could read the message inside.
Put on this robe and meet me downstairs for breakfast, beautiful.
-J
A blushing smile spread across your face, like a high school girl thinking of her crush. You held the note to your heart, sighing happily before pulling yourself out of his bed. As instructed, you slipped on the robe he had left you. It felt even softer than the sheets. You ran your hands along the fabric, then pulled the loose ropes around your waist. Gently patting down your hair to make it look as neat as possible at the time, you made your way out of the bedroom and down to the kitchen, following your vague memory of the house layout from last night.
You found Jay sitting at the table, coffee mug pressed to his lips while scrolling idly through his phone with the other hand. He wore a robe identical to the one he had left for you. Before him, the table was laden with a bright assortment of breakfast items, more than enough for just two people. You gasped softly, prompting him to look up at you. His tousled locks falling loosely over his forehead.
“Did you make all this?” you asked, still taking in the mere sight. Your own hunger awakened with a low rumble within your stomach.
“Amazing how many recipes you can find on Google, huh?” he answered with a chuckle. He placed his mug and phone down and rose from his seat. Making his way over to you, his hands cupped your face as he leaned in and placed a delicate kiss to your lips. He pulled back, holding your focus as his thumbs trailed back and forth tenderly against your cheeks, his eyes looking even softer under the morning light.
Summary: It’s the day after Yoichi and Kimizuki get married. It’s all fluff this time.
Story Song: 2002 by Anne-Marie
WARNINGS: Mentions of sex, cursing
The sunlight didn’t enter the room fully, but its golden ray of light poured itself over Yoichi’s sleeping face. Man, did Kimizuki not regret a decision like this one. Kimizuki found his glasses and placed them on, clearing his head for a moment.
Now he remembered what happened last night.
Kimizuki was a married man, and his beloved was sleeping right next to him. The ray of light now almost made a halo above Yoichi, and Kimizuki couldn’t help but take in all that glory and beauty.
Holy fucking shit, I get to keep this one til the day I die.
I’m the luckiest dude alive.
Then he noticed the clothes in the corner, tossed aside like they were worthless. And of course, he saw the marks on Yoichi’s neck; marks like Yoichi belonged to someone. They were a bit red on Yoichi’s light skin, and Kimizuki stared for a moment.
Oh, he was dumb for a moment (for once!).
Those were hickeys.
Well, it was their wedding night and it was their first time, obviously, but still. He soon felt a hand wrap around his own, and glanced at Yoichi who had his eyes opened, rather sleepily, and pulled Kimizuki closer to him.
“You’re awake early.” Yoichi murmured as he huddled against Kimizuki. “I could say the same to you, but..you woke up later than me.” Kimizuki said. “Touche.” Yoichi snickered as he soon wrapped his arms around Kimizuki’s waist.
“I think we’re gonna have to get up.”
“But I’m cold and I don’t want to let you go already.”
“Dipshit Yuu is going to tease me if we stay here any longer.”
“Let him, Yuu-kun will get karma when we tease him if he stays with Mika-kun.”
“Okay..I guess I’ll stay here with you.”
Yoichi beamed at Kimizuki, giving him that angelic smile Kimizuki fell for. “I loooove you, Kimizuki..” Yoichi whispered as he cuddled with Kimizuki, still smiling sleepily.
“I love you too.” Kimizuki said it right back and soon lost himself in sleep again, with Yoichi falling back asleep right besides him.
