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𝐏𝐥𝐨𝐭: when a girls trip to japan crashes to an unexpected halt, and the world seems to go silent, that is when true human,primal instincts come to the surface.
𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: long, potential multiple parter. Smut, I have not read the manga, so if this sounds unfamiliar or not well put together my apologies, I'll try my best with what I know, smoking, cursing, over all a bit vulgar.
𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: y'all know the drill but just to keep us fresh, F/N- friends name, if you don't smoke...You do now. Enjoy this story and please, write more about Kyuma! This is an urgent call to action for all fanfiction writers, he's perfect and we've got work to do y'all 💋
"Which one looks better, the black? Or the red?" F/N grasps one in each manicured hand, a strapless, tight, skimpy black dress, hangs on the left. And on the right a dark red dress, not as tight as the black one but potentially more revealing, gold eyelets held red ribbons on each side, and low cut down the front forming a tasteful V. I gaze at the scandalous numbers, as I have countless times before, but this time is different.
You see, F/N and I have been inseparable since middle school, she's been my ride or die since the day we met. We do everything together, and we always will. So when one of us said one day while we sat on the couch, drowning in crumbs and shitty reality TV, "lets fly to Japan" we left that same day.
So here we are, in a hotel room worth my entire college fund, but who could complain when you're young, beautiful, and dressed to the nines for a day in the city.
"The black one for sure, it matches your silver jewelry" She drops the red dress as soon as the letter B left my gloss coated lips, "What should we do first? We look so good that I kinda just want to head straight to the club".
I giggle while arranging my hair, glancing towards the bright sunlight shining through the hotel drapes, "Girl it's daytime the clubs are not open yet".
As I zip up the back of her dress, I see myself in the reflection of the window. We look like models, dropdead gorgeous, something in the back of my head tells me that one, if not both of us could get lucky tonight!
"I kinda wanna get some food" I hum in agreement, and with that the two of us take a seat on our shared bed. "What are you hungry for?" I lay my body across the bed, taking in the weightless feeling, mentally preparing for a long day in heels.
"Sweet or savoury?" she rolls her head to face mine, We lock eyes, waiting for an answer from either side. "Hmmmm spicy". Her brows raise, "right now? That'll make my nose run".
I exhale the smoke from my nose, nodding at her statement. The silence envelopes the room, thats when she speaks "noodles?" I inhale deeply. The idea swirls in my head like the smoke in the air above me "hmm, keep that one in mind".
As the smoke weaves through the beams of sunlight, I smile to myself. We would always dream of traveling the world together, seeing everything, doing everything, and feeling everything. And now we're here, with so many memories of the places we've been, and so many more memories to make.
"Why don't we just go on a walk?" she rolls to her side, propping her head up with a sturdy arm. We smile at each other, already knowing the answer.
"See anything good?" I mutter, the sound of children yelling, teens gossiping, and shoes slapping the ground all around me almost makes it hard to hear the person next to you. "Oooo, what about that" she nods her head to a small homey place near by.
The menu had a variety of dishes but I was down the second I saw spicy chicken. "So, what's the plan for today?" I set my purse down on the leather cushion of the booth, we sat by the window, eying the people who pass by.
"I think we should eat, then stop back at the hotel to fix our makeup or hair, whatever needs to be fixed, then we hit the club", she hums into the straw in agreement. "Which club?" she winces as the sting of alcohol numbs her gums.
I take a long sip from my glass, my eyes trail outside the window, past the crowds to a small venue named
"How are you so lucky?" F/N eyes me up and down. I guess I chose the spot. We stood in the front of a winding river of people, all buzzing with excitement for whatever awaits inside. "F/N I don't know.... This place is gonna be packed".
The doors open, and we entered wonderland. Lights and colors swam across the room, smoke swirls through the room like an oil spill and what was most appealing, there would be live music. The instruments sat idle on the stage, waiting to blow our eardrums to bits.
"I need a smoke" the words left my mouth like a swear, I'd been a smoker for years, and yes I know the side affects and yes I know it could one day kill me, but so could your boyfriend, your car, the stranger beside you on the street, so what makes it any different?
I exit through the side door to a small section for fellow smokers. I'm very specific about who knows about my habits though, I don't like to share.
I take a drag, gazing at the dazzling city lights, it's so gorgeous I almost forgot where I was. The door to the venue shoots open, a familiar head of hair swings from behind the door, "They're on!" she exclaims.
I hurried to the door, huffing the last bits of smoke from my lungs. She drags me to the balcony, most of the people were all lumped at the edge of the stage, but F/N always knew where to be to get a decent view.
And there we stood, we leaned on the railing as the lights went dark. A wave of cheers bellows through the crowd, and I couldn't help but join in. That's when a sudden spotlight shown down onto the middle of the stage. A logo hung bright at us.
We eyed each other expectantly, eyebrows raised in curiosity, "nice logo" I whispererd into her ear but before she could even reply, the lights beamed bright, and there the five stood.
The crowd went wild, and I'm not shy to admit so did I, the crowd certainly made me feel hyped up for this show, even if I'd never heard the bands music, nor heard of them, I'm eager nonetheless to learn what the hype is about.
From above I could see the five of them clearly, a woman with short curly hair, three men one with short hair, one with long hair, one with an emo sort of look to him, and then there was the lead. He stood in center, shades and a baggy outfit, very intriguing to say the least.
They began to sing, the music sank beneath my skin and into my bones, my body moved to the sound. I couldn't see, or feel anything besides the music as it puppeteered my body into the shapes of pure euphoria.
I opened my eyes and just as luck would have it, a pair stared back up at me, dangerous like a panther, the eyes watched me with lust, hunger, intent.
I gaze deeper, harder, hungrier, I'm not one to bluff, and he can feel it. So he looks away, and I keep on dancing. While I dance, I can feel eyes on me, but I keep mine shut, I like being a tease sometimes.
The set ends with roaring from the crowd, I on the other hand can't yell at this point, I'm out of breath and in desperate need for fresh air.
"I need a smoke, you coming with me?" I ask between huffs, she gathers her breaths before speaking, "I'll get us drinks then I'll meet you outside", we nod in unison, and head down from the balcony.
I toss my head back, soaking in the glory of the stage, but my mind lingers. She was like an angel, her eyes, there's something behind them. She stood upon the edge of the balcony, like Rapunzel in her tower.
I had been watching, the way her body moves, the way her lips mouthed the words, the way her eyes stared into mine told me, that I was intrigued, and that she was as well.
We stepped back stage, raving about our show, complimenting each other on our work as a team. "Now now, I want to stay for a while, who's with me?" I stood, putting my hand up above my head.
"I saw some ladies in the front row so, hell yeah I'll stay!" , Gokens hand shot up, you could almost see him drooling. I wasn't one to sink my teeth into the sweetmeat of my fanbase, I've dabbled on occasion of course but far from as often as Goken and-
"Same here, this goth beauty by the bar was eyeing me" Shitaras arm rose slowly, as the words left his lips Uta scoffs, "I'll stay, but it's to keep the lady's safe" she snaps the instrument box close with a soft click.
"She was looking at me Shitara" Maki smirks at him, and I know those two believe it, they've got the same type, they always have and always will. "Hell nah man she was totally looking at me" Shitara grins, "how about we find out" Maki raises his hand.
"That settles it, we'll stay, whoever is least drunk by the end of tonight drives" my statement brings a groan from my bandmates.
I'd seen her go to the smokers section, so there I went, I made my way through the crowd of fans, they writhed and wriggled in my presence. Screaming at the top of their lungs, reaching for me, but not her, and that's what drew me in.
The door opened, lights hung from the gates, and there she sat, alone. Smoke trailing from her lips like a dragon, our eyes met, and dare I say she was expecting me.
I made my way towards her, I place myself at a tasteful distance, not too far, but not too close. I gazed at her, one leg hung over the other, one hand on her knee, the other with a cigarette to her supple lips.
"Want one?" she locks eyes with me, holding the cigarette between us, I shake my head "I don't smoke, but thank you" she nods, looking into the distance.
"So, you've been watching me", she eyes me up and down, taking a long drag. It's attractive, the way she speaks to me, she's not shy or afraid.
"I have been, but so have you" When we lock eyes it feels as if we're in the middle of a stand off, she looks at me as if she's waiting for me to pounce, to come closer, to touch her, to-
"My name is Y/N", she smiles. I chuckle at her forwardness, "Kyuma" I state, keeping an eye on her lips as they seal tightly around the cigarette.
"I know" she keeps that grin on her face, letting the smoke exit through her nose slowly. Usually, when I do occasionally hookup with a fan, they are shy, way too starstruck to even speak, but not this one.
"So what brings you to Japan?", by this point it had been maybe, five minutes, ten, twenty? Time doesn't exist when we speak, it's rare to find an individual like that, but all the more enticing.
heels clicked in our direction, and there said friend stood, holding two drinks. "Here" she hands Y/N the fridged glass, and from behind, a man grabs her waist and scoops her to a nearby seat.
She looks at the man with suspicious eyes, the sign of a loyal friend, what I value most about a person. "Anyways, we kind of just decided to come, I mean we were both bored so.. Why not?"
She moves closer to me, as do I. "What about you? What brought you to this venue huh?" she leans closer, and the energy in the air thickens. I keep my composure along with eye contact, not willing to lose the stand off between us.
"I never pass up an opportunity for good show, and it's not every day I meet someone so beautiful, such as yourself" her leg drapes over mine as the words leave my lips, "Such as myself?" her smile widens.
Her eyes could drown a man, like pools of wisdom that I could soak in for hours. "You know what I think?" she leans closer than ever, so close I could almost taste her.
"I think you say that to every girl." she said it like it was a dare, "And what makes you think that?" with that she laughed, it was gutteral, practically head turning.
"You're like, a lead singer, you could have every single thing in there if you wanted it, you don't need to think about what to say" her eyes narrow, she eyes me through her lashes.
"Want to know what I think?"
She locks eyes with me once more, the tension is undeniably sexual. As the glass leaves her lips, she nods. I grasp her thigh, dragging my hand across her skin.
"I think you should stop making assumptions, I think you think you know everything" she chuckles, bringing her face close to mine.
"So prove it, teach me something new"
Her hands tangle themselves in my hair, our teeth clashed together, I couldn't get enough even if there were ten of her. Our lips chased each other, moving with sensual rhythm. My hands trace her body like a sculpture.
I feel her moans shake through me, her lipstick stain mine her shade of love as she sucks on my tongue. She pulls away to look at me, and when she does, the image will be remembered for years to come.
Her hair is messy, her lips swollen, her eyes low with lust, absolutely breathtaking. I reach down to the seam of my shirt, lifting it over my head.
Her hands meet my torso, she leaves lipstick stains all over my body, she makes her way lower, trailing kisses down my abdomen.
She keeps her eyes locked on mine, the sight makes me twich, her hands reach my belt. I undo my pants, sliding them off with ease and tossing them to the other side of my dressing room.
I stood in my boxers, as she sat on her knees in front of me, eyes locked on mine. My cock throbbed against the fabric, ready to feel the warmth of her mouth.
That's when she places her hands on the top of my boxers, she sucks hard on my skin, leaving marks and bites wherever she pleases.
Sounds of pleasure leave my mouth, but still, her eyes are glued to mine, and I'd be mad to look away. She comes to full height turning to let me unzip her dress, and that I do.
Slowly, the zipper trails down her back, I sink my teeth into her shoulder, leaving my mark on her. She whines, throwing her head back onto my chest.
The dress melts from her body, I take her breasts into my hands softly as I kiss her neck. Twisting and turning her nipples while she moans breathlessly.
She turns to face me and drops to her knees, she slides my shorts off. My cock springs straight up from it's fabric cage, she brings it to her glossed lips.
She spits in her hand, dragging it up and down my length, she eyes me with that damn teasing smile, holding my tip to her lips. I groan, taking a mental picture of her in my head.
She takes me in, all the way in, like it was nothing. I almost lose myself, I grasp her hair into my hand to steady myself. And of course she looks up at me with those eyes, she can tell what she's doing to me. And it's driving me crazy.
She plays with me, teasing me with each trick she preforms, I grip her hair tightly, not letting her go from my grasp. I feel myself about to fall over the edge of ecstasy so I pull her away.
She kisses up my body, once she reaches my lips I take her. Kissing her with as much force as possible, tasting myself still on her lips. I sit her down on the desk, it was now my turn.
Kneeling in front of her. I take her leg into my hand, kissing up towards her thigh her soft moans fill my ears, and it's more spectacular than any instrument in this plane of existence.
Love bites trail up her thighs, she spreads her legs, and I can practically feel the heat radiating from her center. I kiss over the fabric, I can taste her through the lace.
Her breaths are heavy, and the way her chest rises and falls, the way her moans exit those pretty lips is like magic, I can't stop, and I'd be crazy if I did.
I move her panties aside, and I put my lips on her, tasting her, feeling her. Her thighs tighten around my head, and my hair finds itself entangled between her fingers.
"Kyuma fuck" my name leaves her lips like a prayer, begging me to devour her, and that I will. I hum against her clit, placing my fingers at her entrance.
I plunge my fingers deep, she gasps closing her eyes with pleasure. I find that sweet spot inside of her, the one that drives her as crazy as she drives me.
She cries my name out, over and over again. With my other hand I stroke my cock, precum drips from my tip and onto my hand. I feel her hand on my cheek, she pulls my face up to meet hers.
She kisses me, with hunger like a scorn jungle cat, starved for weeks. By this point it's too hard to hold back, "I want it" she looks up at me through her lashes. I don't think I've been this eager in a long time.
She fucks like it's the last time she ever will.
"As you wish" I arrange myself at her entrance, standing at full height. Her body is an oasis, a place I want to experience to the fullest extent, a place I'd like to stay.
I slide in slowly, savoring the feeling, the sight of her. She keeps her eyes on mine, like a staring contest that never ends. And I don't want it to.
I push deeper, reveling in the heat of her insides. Her hands feather across my face, as I thrust, slowly, she wraps her arms around my neck, holding me close but never close enough.
"Y/N- fuck" I choke out, her lips meet mine once again, she sinks her teeth into my bottom lip, keeping me hypnotized.
I began to pick up the pace, ramming my cock deep into her, I like seeing her face change with each movement. I like the way her mouth looks when she cries my name out, I like the way she always keeps her eyes locked on mine, and I love how she looks when she's about to cum.
Her grip on me went from my face to my hair, tugging at it, she didn't want me to stop, and I never would.
She bites my shoulder, sending shock waves of euphoria through me, I twitch, close to the edge, waiting for her to break before me.
"Kyuma" the sounds of bliss come from deep within her, she tightens around me, I thrust, deep, not leaving her, I couldn't.
I thrust with my full strength, giving her everything I can, I spill out inside of her. And still, she keeps her eyes locked on mine.
I keep my rhythm, deep and slow, I want to savor this, savor her. I hold her face in my hands, watching her come down from cloud nine. As our moment of ecstasy comes to an end, I plant a kiss on her lips.
We seperate for the first time in thirty minutes, taking the time to get ourselves decent. She sits at the vanity, fixing her makeup and hair.
The words pull at my lips anxiously, as I watch her, the images I've painted in my brain dance around in my skull. I don't want to end it here.
"How long will you be here for?" the words left me too quick, I had the cadence of a seventeen year old boy, itching for first base, though I'm yards away from base one.
"One more week" her newly glossed lips are like eye candy to me, the way her sly smile itches to come out after each letter.
"I feel a connection between us, I'd like to see you again" I make my way over to her, she eyes my reflection. I place my hands on her soft shoulders. "What?" her face drops, she looks almost surprised.
"I would like to see you again" I look at her through the mirror, her face was like that of an angel, gazing upon me. But she kept quiet, her lips parted slightly.
"I'll give you my number, if you would like to take me up on my offer" I grab a pen from the table, scribbling my number along with a heart for her, I want it to be her choice.
She smiles, looking down at her marked thighs. I hand the paper to her, planting a kiss on her pretty head. She gasps suddenly turning her head towards me.
"What time is it?!" I look up at the clock, "12:00". The sound of her jumping to her feet causes me to turn, she makes her way to the door.
"Fuck where's F/N" she mutters as she inches closer and closer to the door. I grasp her waist, she steps closer. "Will I see you again?" she smiles.
"I don't know" she laughs, and just like that, she's gone. What a tease. But if I didn't love it, what kind of man would I be?
I made my way out of the room, rushing past security and around fifty groupies. My eyes scan the room, searching for my best friend and there she was.
Waving me over to the seat she saved at the bar. "So, how's the luckiest girl in the world doing?" she nudges my arm with her elbow, "fine, and you?". She giggles, mentioning a minor make out sesh with the guy from earlier.
"I'm tired, I think we should head back" yawning, I come to my feet. Out we go, back to the hotel. As the cool night air takes us, I grin, knowing I had an Adonis number in my purse.
But for now, Adonis would have to wait. We reach our room, she knocks out, I on the other hand hop in the shower. The warm water stings against my marked skin.
The water melts the cool club sweat from my body, prepping me for my deep slumber.
The bed swallows me whole, pulling me under the surface, and into the sleepy depths.
The sun shines through my eyelids, "fuck" a sharp breath exits my mouth, but I'm too awake to fall asleep now. I sit myself up on the headboard, rubbing my closed eyes. "F/N..F/N what time is it?" I grumble.
No answer, not too odd, she's probably out like a light. I look down at the white comforter, "F/N" I sigh and turn to face her..
But she's not there, I walk to the bathroom, still no sign of her. Her stuff is still strung around, but it's like she just disappeared.
I stand at the window, taking in the sky, the buildings, but theres no people, absolutely barren.
I panic, rushing to the elevator, but it doesn't work. "What is this" I look around at the dark hallways. No lights, no elevator, no F/N, what happened?
I rush down the stairwell and into the empty lobby. Where the hell is everyone? I try my phone but once again, nothing.
The doors of the hotel slam open, and I stand in the middle of a once densely populated street, now desolate.
Let me know if you want a part two, I hope this was good I came out of my blinker dungeon for this 💋
