#eisuke fanficiton

[empty-aesthetic-princess]

Jealousy (Eisuke Fanfiction/Request)

bat-yo-us said to empty-aesthetic-princess: it seems that all I've ever request from you is angst, sorry about that ^^; okay how about a scenario where Eisuke comes back from a business trip and when he reach the penthouse he hears mc moaning butttt there is also a man moaning with her ( how about soryu ) dun dun dun!!! Eisuke thought she is cheating but in fact the moaning is from her having a delicious batch of chocolates waffles that she made lolololol,

Your requests are always so awesome, even the ones that make me cry! But this one is probably my favorite request honestly because it makes me giggle just thinking about it lol ;D

I stifle a yawn as I make my way up the stairs to my suite. The London sun is barely beginning to shine through the penthouse windows, bathing the room in a soft yellow light. These back-to-back business meetings have been exhausting, and it didn't help that they were all overseas. I had been gone for two weeks and since things were fairly busy here, I couldn't take _____ with me. I'd never admit it to her, but bringing her along on my trips always made them more enjoyable. I've been to every city in Japan countless times but seeing the sights through her bright, excited eyes made each trip seem like the first. I'll definitely have to make arrangements with Kenzaki to bring her along next time.

Another yawn escapes past my lips and suddenly I'm craving the taste of her coffee.Not to mention, the taste of her. I know it's early and she has the day off, but a selfish part of me wants to treat her to an Eisuke Ichinomiya wake-up call. I just love how sexy she is in the morning, the way she moves under my touch, the sleepy way she calls my name, the sound of her moan making me want to -

The noise stops me dead in my tracks as I reach the door of my suite. That moan. Why is she moaning?

I chuckle slightly. Did my woman really miss me that much? Fleetingly, I imagine her sprawled out pleasuring  herself as she thinks about me, but the sound of a man's voice on the other side of the door makes that thought quickly disappear.

"So good, _____." What. The. Fuck. Who the hell is in my suite making my woman moan like that?!

"Do you really like it, Soryu?", she purrs softly. Soryu?! My heart drops in my chest and I clench my hands into fists. No...there's no way my best friend would betray me like that.

I hear Soryu moan deeply and _____ giggles. I'm starting to see red and my shoulders start to shake. Has she completely lost her mind? I leave for two weeks and she forgets who she belongs to?! Oh, that naughty little girl is due for a punishment. Right after I murder Soryu.

I open the door with a loud bang, the force of it shaking the walls of the suite. "Soryu, you're dead!", I roar loudly, and then I spot them. ______ is sitting next to Soryu at our kitchen island, both of their mouths full of food. A sweet scent hits me hard and I realize that she's made chocolate waffles for breakfast. Soryu's eyebrows raise in surprise, but ____ bounds over to me in an excited flurry, completely ignorning my foul mood.

"Eisuke, you're home!", she squeals and throws her arms around me. I'm still standing in the same position with my fists balled tightly, letting it slowly sink in that I had jumped to a very wrong conclusion, as I watch Soryu's face turn from shock to amusement.

"What's wrong?", _____ asks me innocently as she pulls back to stare at me. Her eyes regard me curiously as I hear my best friend start to chuckle.

"Wait...did you think...did you honestly think...", he says between laughs. My eyes narrow at him and I wrap an arm around _____'s waist possesively.

"Don't you have somewhere else to be?" I say coldly. Soryu laughs again and piles a few more waffles on his plate before he heads out the door.

"I'll just finish these downstairs. Thanks for breakfast, ____" he says to her and then meets my glare head on and continues to chuckle.

I quickly slam the door in his face and turn on my heel to face my fiancee. She shyly looks up at me, chocolate sauce and flour all over her shirt. I was still irritated, not only at the fact that I had even let the thought of her cheating on me cross my mind, but that Soryu wasn't going to let me forget this for a very long time.

"Why the hell was he here?", I ask her, crossing my arms and raising an eyebrow at her expectantly.

"I wanted to surprise you with a new recipe but I didn't know how it would turn out. I'd never made chocolate waffles before, just regular ones, so I asked Soryu if he wanted to stop by before work and try a couple." I can tell by her earnest expression that she's telling the truth, but it still does nothing to rid the annoyance I feel.

"How many mornings has he been over here?"

"Just today, Eisuke. I promise. I didn't think you'd be home until tomorrow so I thought I'd practice this morning since I have the day off." She walks towards me slowly and looks up at me like a wounded puppy. Oh no, baby. You're not getting off the hook that easily.

"I finished with my work early so I thought I'd come and suprise my woman, only to find her flirting with another man", I say and grab her wrist. I lead her into the bedroom despite her protests and toss her onto the bed, immediately covering her body with mine.

"Eisuke, I wasn't flirting with-mmm." I cut her off with a passionate kiss and hearing her moan against my lips brings my earlier irritation back.

"I don't care what you were doing. I'm the only man you should be moaning in front of", I growl as I quickly begin to remove her clothes. She bites her bottom lip in anticipation and I look down at her beautiful body as I un-button my shirt painfully slow.

"Who do you belong to?", I whisper to her and she whines with need.

"You, Eisuke", she says and writhes beneath me. I take my time with the rest of my clothes and the look of desire in her eyes starts intensifying by the second.

"I can't hear you, baby." I hover over her body, knowing exactly how bad she wants me.

"You, Eisuke! I'm all yours!", she practically screams and I enter her with one swift motion. She moans my name loudly, clinging onto my body and I smirk down at her. Yes baby, that moan is all for me.

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Hours later, she's laying on my chest with her long hair splayed out wildly. Her breathing has returned to normal and she raises her head to give me a sweet smile.

"Welcome home, Eisuke", she murmurs, half-dazed. I definitely didn't go easy on her just now, but her reactions let me know that was exactly how she wanted it. She had missed me as much as I missed her. I lean down to kiss her forehead gently and suddenly my stomach growls, startling us both.

"Eisuke, do you want some waffles?", she asks me and giggles. My earlier petulance returns and I scowl at her.

"Wouldn't you rather make them for Soryu?', I grumble. She rolls her eyes and laughs again.

"I'd rather make them for you but if you don't want them, that's fine. How about just coffee?", she asks with a smirk. She knows damn well I can't resist her coffee. I take a deep breath and avoid her gaze, much to her amusement.

"...Fine", I mutter. She smiles and kisses me on the cheek before she gets out of bed and slips a robe over her body. My stomach growls again as I watch her and I swallow my pride. I call out to her and she turns back to look at me.

"...Maybe just one waffle...", I say quietly. She smiles brightly as she takes in my sulking form.

"Yes, Eisuke", she chuckles and heads into the kitchen.

[empty-aesthetic-princess]

Recital (Eisuke Fanfiction)

A/N: Prompt Challenge - Slightly angsty Eisuke x MC x Eito drabble because I felt like crying, honestly. 

Prompt selections taken from here:

39: “I forgot I was a single parent.” 40: “Don’t apologize if you don’t mean it.” 41: “You’re going out dressed like that?” I knew I shouldn’t have done it. I shouldn’t have gotten my hopes up again, but a part of me couldn’t help it. I didn’t want to think that he could forget three times in a row. When he came home and laid his best suit out on the bed and immediately hopped into the shower, I had a glimmer of hope that maybe we wouldn’t have to have our notorious fight yet again. My eyes then spotted his packed suitcase set out next to his shoes and my heart sank down to my knees. God, was I dead wrong. By the time Eisuke was done with his shower, I had my hair and makeup done and was searching through my closet for something to wear. I had finally settled on my gold backless cocktail dress with the long sleeves and was adjusting my necklace in the mirror when Eisuke stopped dead in his tracks. “What are you doing?”, he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. I noticed his eyes staring at me intently but I didn’t dare make eye contact with him. “I’m going out”, I answered simply. All his muscles in his chest tightened and I could have sworn I heard him growl. “You’re going out dressed like that?” I could hear his irritation beginning to seep through in his tone, but I didn’t care. I was irritated, too. “Yes, I am.” I took my long black cardigan out of my closet and put it on, and Eisuke seemed to relax a little but the look of annoyance never left his handsome face. “I have a date tonight”, I added nonchalantly. Those words added the kerosene to the fire, and it looked like the vein in his forehead would burst at any second. “What?! With who?!”, he shouted. I turned around, ready to let him have it, but then I spotted Eito standing in the doorway with his little tuxedo on but his bow tie in his hands. Eisuke followed my gaze and it finally dawned on him exactly what he had forgotten today. “I have a date with our son”, I muttered, motioning for Eito to come in. He stepped shyly into our room and I sat on the bed to meet his eye-level. He stood in front of me and as I gingerly tied his tie around his neck, his quiet voice rang out far too loud in the silent room. “Is Daddy coming to my recital this time?” I did my best to fight back the tears that were threatening to fall from my eyes as I looked at my beautiful little boy, the spitting image of his father. “No, honey. I’m sorry. Daddy has to work”. I was surprised my voice didn’t crack as I stroked Eito’s head gently. He nodded slowly, and with a heavy heart I realized that he wasn’t as upset as he’d been the previous times. He knew Eisuke wouldn’t make it. He turned to his father and hugged him around his knees. 

“Have a safe trip, Daddy.” My eyes met with Eisuke’s and I could see the pain reflected in them. I knew that marrying Eisuke would come with its own set of challenges and that his schedule would often leave me feeling lonely. I had accepted this long ago and I thought I could handle it. But seeing Eito’s face in this moment brought forth a terrible truth: it wasn’t our marriage that was suffering, it was our son. Eisuke leaned down and whispered something in Eito’s ear. I only heard bits and pieces but I knew it was probably any number of the things he’s said before. “Next time, I promise.” “Mommy will record it and I’ll watch it when I get back.” “This is business, Eito. You’ll understand when you’re older.” “Eito, sweetheart. Go put your shoes on; we don’t want you to be late.” I interrupted, not wanting Eito to have to listen to any more of Eisuke’s excuses. Our son took one last look at his father before silently heading back to his room. Eisuke and I stared at each other for God knows how long before he finally spoke. “Please stop looking at me like that. You know there’s nothing I can do.”   “You could be there for your son, for once”, I replied bitterly. Eisuke sighed and took a few steps towards me. “Baby, I’m sorry.” “Don’t apologize if you don’t mean it, Eisuke. You say you’re sorry every time, but you continue to choose work over this family.” I saw Eisuke’s jaw clench out of the corner of my eye as I slipped my heels on. “This meeting is too important. The deal is almost set. I have to do this.” I rolled my eyes as Eisuke continued. “Can you please just record the recital? And take pictures and send them to me?” That did it. There’s the straw that broke the camel’s back. “Oh, that’s right. I forgot I have to do everything. In addition to raising our son, taking him to school, making him meals and tucking him into bed at night, I have to record every recital his absentee father is too busy to attend. Gee, Eisuke. For a second, I forgot I was a single parent.” My words must have hit him hard because he took a slight step back, as if he’d been shocked. “Please don’t make this harder for me than it already is”, he murmured to me. “You know how much I care about you both.” “No, Eisuke. We don’t”, I whispered, grabbing my purse off the nightstand and storming out of our room. Eito was waiting by the front door, violin case gripped in his tiny hands, and I did my best to put on a happy face for my brave little boy.