Request:Â yohoo~ , read some of your works and absolutely loved your writing game! how about a one-on-one gaming session with itaru that ends a little spicy if you don't mind :D Your works are always a joy to read
Hehe, thanks, anon! I hope you enjoy!
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"Not gonna lie, but you're totally pissing me off right now." Itaru grumbled through his headphones. You were able to hear the aggressive clacking of his keyboard as you snorted in response to his complaint, leaning back in your chair with a relaxed sigh.
The two of you were in your respective rooms when your boyfriend suggested that you two 1V1 each other, and whoever won got a prize. You didn't want to back down when there was so much at stake, and being confident in your own abilities, let Itaru choose the game you two would be playing. Luckily enough for you, rather than choosing a game that required 120 fps or guns, the blondie actually chose one of the more classic games. A revamp, sure, but still a classic.
"Sucks that you're losing to me in Bomberman, huh?" You mocked him, a delighted laugh coming deep from within your chest as you witnessed his player get crushed by the falling blocks due to one of your items blocking his way to escape.
A groan was heard through your headset, and then a slam of a fist hitting wood. As much as Itaru was skilled at a variety of games, his skills were rusty when it came to this childhood classic. A few times you'd see his character jerk in the wrong direction and then get caught up in a spot that wasn't ideal, and even more times where his quick reflexes weren't enough to save him from the strategically placed items you scattered across the board.
It was all so very amusing and you were winning by a landslide, but Itaru just refused to give up.
"Want to take a break?" You asked seriously though after you finished up your last round of the match with him. You could hear Itaru sigh on the other side, and with how he was staying silent for the next few seconds you were just about to put your gaming session on pause and turn off your monitor to let it cool down.
"Nope. I'm gonna win and I'm gonna get that prize." He mumbled through a bunch of snacks snapping between his teeth. The determination in his voice briefly held you back from telling him what was really happening, but you told him anyway.
"You do know that you've lost, like, I don't know. Five matches at this point, right?" Your smile was tentative as you brought your boyfriend back to reality. If he really did want to keep playing until he won, you two would have to continue going against each other until very late at night. Maybe even one in the morning at the earliest, considering Itaru's proposition popped up not too long ago.
"Yeah, and?" He said through a mouthful of food on the other end of your headset. You sighed, not having the heart to scold him as you scooted back into your desk while stretching your arms above your head. The stretch was very much needed, and your pleased hum had Itaru munching louder on his chips.
He wasn't going to get distracted by such pretty sounds.
"Please don't complain if you lose again." You begged him to which he only hummed in response. He wasn't listening anymore.
You knew he was serious when he decided to stop talking and started the next match without asking if you were ready. The cramping sensation in your fingers were slowly growing with how long you two have been playing for the whole day, but you didn't want to set aside your pride just yet.
You were winning fair and square right now and the only one who had a problem with it was Itaru.
The soft tapping of your keyboard and the click of your mouse was the only sound in your room as the both of you focused on the game on your computer screens, eyes squinted to focus on the monitor while your tongue stuck out in concentration, knee bouncing anxiously as you tried your best to win the round and get Itaru's will to break.
You nearly screamed out in surprise when you had just barely escaped one of his items, your hand and mouse flying out to one side to quickly move out the way as the barriers began to close down on you two. The menacing sound of the blocks thudding down on the screen made your heart race inexplicably faster and both you and Itaru made a prompt decision to lay down an item at the same time, the barriers restricting how far away you two can move.
The clock was ticking faster on your screen and with bated breath and closed eyes, you waited for either yours or Itaru's bomb to go off.
Your body flinched at the sound of the explosion, eyes still closed. You were too scared to look, but the frustrated sigh Itaru let out from the other side of the headset told you the end result.
Slumping in your chair with relief, you pressed pause on the game to talk to Itaru who seemed to be silently fuming. "Do you still wanna play?" You questioned him gently, smile bashful as you listened to him rummage around his room in annoyance as grumbles left his mouth. You could practically see him rubbing his hands over his face as he tried to keep his cool, but before you could say anything else, his headset cut off and you could hear a door slam outside.
You flinched again at the sound and quickly took off your headphones when the door to your bedroom flew open to reveal an obviously upset Itaru, blond hair dishevelled and lips pouting. He tried not to slam the door on his way in, but the door frame still managed to shake when it shut, his eyebrows creased in frustration as he quickly approached you.
His steps were filled with purpose as you tried to back away from him on your chair only for his hands to fly out and stop you by gripping onto the armrests, his smile nearing an emotion akin to wickedness as he towered over your cowering figure, an annoyed groaned escaping you once he had you cornered.
"I told you not to-- mmf!" Your sentence was cut off when your boyfriend grabbed you by the front of your shirt and yanked you forward until his lips clashed with yours in a fiery kiss, his tongue already poking out to invade your mouth. With how rough he was kissing you, all complaints you had had flown out the window as you melted under his overwhelming touch, soft moans spilling from your mouth.
His weight against the chair began to push you back until you both hit the wall and with your hands going numb held onto his neck with your arms instead, dragging him down to pull his body flush against yours as your legs unfurled to wrap around his hips. His hand on the armrest came up to brush your hair back from your cheek and cup your jaw in his heated palm, lazily nudging your head back as his teeth came out to tug at your bottom lip.
"I hate playing games with you sometimes." He whispered against your reddened lips as he tugged you off your chair until you were hanging off of him, his strides hasty as he brought the two of you to your unkempt bed so that he could feel your pliant body beneath his calloused fingers.
"It's not my fault you suck." You shot back, laughing as he shot you an edgy stare. His hands found your wrists and pinned them down to the bed while the look of betrayal on his face only made you giggle more and he did his best to keep his cool. He had already lost his temper once or twice today; he couldn't do it a third time.
You peered up at his uncharacteristically sulking appearance and smiled, absolutely smitten by how adorable he was. You didn't fight against the grip he had on you, but you twisted your arms just a little to regain his attention.
"If you wanted a kiss, you could've just asked instead of trying to win."
Once again offended, Itaru squinted down at you and bumped your noses together, mouth moving to kiss the corner of your lips.
Iâm really happy with how this came out, and I hope you guys like it too! Please reblog/comment telling me how you felt about the first chapter!
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Rivulets of blood poured out of Izumiâs mouth while she held a hand to her quivering stomach. Her forehead was pressed against the cold concrete wall in front of her, throat beginning to close up with a stinging sensation as her eyes began to well up much to her chagrin.
She grimaced in humiliation, it became clear to her that trusting those two was a mistake.
A long forgotten face flashed in her head, and her grimace curled into an annoyed smile as that person's voice of worry replayed over and over. A warning that there was something evil within those two; and that it wasn't worth investing so much love and time in them.
She scoffed, strings of blood splattering onto the wall when she laughed.
She really wished she had listened all those years ago.
At this point Izumi's mouth had flooded with bile when her stomach began to twist again, leaving her with the urge to leave her mouth open and let everything out. When she spat, her saliva was a mixture of phlegm and clotted blood, and the sight made her nauseous.
Her heart started to rattle uncontrollably while she tried to grasp onto her waning consciousness by scraping her dirtied fingertips against the concrete wall she was resting on. Her vision was spotted and her head started to feel fuzzy, but she tried to force herself awake by slamming her fist into the rough surface in front of her.
She needed, wanted, to call for help, but only a strangled sob was able to come out of her shivering body.
Her phone was stolen a while back and her wallet was taken away as well, so coming across a public phone with change on hand was nearly impossible at this point.
It's not like she could walk far enough to reach one anyways.
The clock was ticking as static took up the remaining space in her head beside the worry and want of dying right then and there. She wished for someone to find her slumped against the wall and call for help, or personally bring her to the hospital, but it seemed that tonight, no one was planning on it.
The city lights illuminated either side of the alleyway Izumi was in, but only the sound of vehicles with oblivious drivers passed by.
Her hope was dwindling down to that of a small bud and she grimaced, a small cry tumbling from her lips as she found herself falling onto her back on the grimy concrete.
âAhâŠâ She moaned helplessly, the grimace that she donned a few minutes prior now coming back to show the starry night sky how much pain she was in.
Hot tears started to blur her vision, the lights becoming hazy while her body twitched in intervals from the gruelling pain of having been beaten up half an hour ago.
She was here to forget about the past with her friends, and look where she ended up.
Yunliong is seen as the place where you can forget all of your worries and have fun with your friends and or lover, but Izumi didnât expect to get tricked like this by the people she trusted with her whole life.Â
And as her breath began to shorten, the girlâs lips started to tremble in fear and despair as she realised that every breath could be her last. Wild thoughts were going through her head, and she started to blabber out all of her apologies and regrets into the cold misty air, her voice thinning out at the end due to exhaustion.
As she was rambling to herself, a man had slipped out from the emergency exit with one other, coincidentally walking into the same alleyway where Izumi was starting to babble incoherently through her tears. He paused mid-step, his indifferent gaze stuck on the bloodied, dishevelled girl laying about ten feet away.
The man tucked his bottom lip into his mouth, seemingly in thought. The shadows in the alleyway darkened his expression, and the man beside him averted his gaze to the twitching figure on the floor.
The clubâs music was deafening from both the inside and outside, but as the manâs mouth opened, it was like everything went quiet to hear him speak.
His gaze was sharp as he looked at the man, âCall a taxi, Chigasaki.â He said, voice low with a natural taste of seduction laced into his dialect. He then reached into his own pocket to grab his phone, texting a number as the person he spoke to leaned back on the wall, not too far from the blood splattered on the concrete.
âLetting our ER know we've got someone.â
And as the man, Chigasaki, carried on with his task, the haughty persona strode towards the body that lay pathetic on the ground.
His lips curled into a disapproving frown when he saw her face, dirtied with dirt and blood.
It seemed like she was mugged, with a lack of a purse on her, but her earlobes were bloody too, looking like someone ripped her earrings off. A violent mugging, but a usual occurrence nonetheless.
It was normal for Yunliong, Heaven on Earth, to have incidents like this, but for some reason, this particular situation didnât sit right with him. It was leaving an unsettling feeling in this man's stomach.
The sound of joints cracking was music to his ears when he crouched down to closer examine the woman, and out of the blue, picked up a piece of her hair between his fingers and ran his thumb along the albeit tangled, silky strands.
Underground organisations tend to hide their victims from the public, always disposing of bodies in private to not catch the attention of the police and unknowing residents, so the man concluded that this action was done with pure malicious intent.
No professional extortion or torture was present in the hints he was silently finding among the body of this girl and it ticked him off. All crimes happening in Yunliong were exclusively caused by organised crime groups so having an incident like this one where no bigger groups were involved concerned him.
What did this pathetic woman do to get herself into this situation?
The silence was comfortable for everyone, save for Izumi, who was still barely conscious on the ground as the two people surrounded her while waiting for the taxi to arrive.
The girl's hearing was fuzzy, but she was still able to make out the words the man harshly uttered next and she thanked the Higher Deity for giving her someone who seemed to care just a little for her well being.
"If that taxi isn't here in 3 minutes I'm going to make you carry this woman all the way back to the office."
Izumi's head was tilted to the side by the man so that she wouldn't choke on her saliva, and her cheek was cushioned by his palm. The fat tears that were resting in her eyes fell down then, and rolled onto the stranger's palm, startling the person out of his temper due to the cold sensation.
His fingers lightly tickled her jaw when he removed his hand from her face, and Izumi felt a warm cloth envelop her immobile body.
And in an odd way, it made her heart tremble.
Another wave of fresh tears pooled out of her eyes when she couldn't contain her emotions, and her body shook violently and painfully as she sputtered incoherently, her sob drowned out by the club music that suddenly filled her ears again.
Chigasaki shifted uncomfortably as he watched on. He was used to seeing terrible men and women alike abused to the brink of tears or insanity by his hands, but witnessing this scene of an innocent, vulnerable little girl crying into the palm of his superior caused his heart to to itch with an unknown emotion.
He murmured into the phone, voice dark, requesting that the driver hurry up.
The city lights were flickering while the girl's sobs slowly turned into little sniffles, her eyes swollen from shedding so many tears.
The silence that fell among all three of them was broken abruptly by Chigasaki, "Big Bro, taxi's here."
The man's eyes changed from concern to indifference when he looked up from Izumi to the man still standing. His mouth curved downwards into a frown while he checked his watch, clicking his tongue. He didn't say another word as he lifted the girl up and cradled her limp form to his chest, ignoring the way her blood stained his shirt.
His subordinate lazily opened the back door for the man, slightly annoyed that their fun night out was ruined because of some idiot doing things they shouldn't be doing. He shook his head to himself as his Boss slid into the car with the young woman and shut the door, walking around to enter the other side of the back.
Both men sighed as they settled, letting their feet finally rest as the woman coughed out a few droplets of blood onto the coat he had lent her the warmth of before her head went and fell back against his shoulder.
He grimaced, but calmly gave the taxi driver an address that was a few blocks away from their office building while Chigasaki fiddled around with his phone, seemingly texting a few people to let them know what was happening as the car began to move.
"I don't know what you're thinking, Sakyo," he sighed quietly, dropping his phone in his lap, "But this doesn't look like something we can solve in a single day."
She wakes up to a man sitting by her hospital bed, and he's looking for the answer to a simple question.
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An irritating itch going up and down her arm woke Izumi up from her deep slumber, causing a soft grumble to leave her split lips and have her wincing in pain. Her weak fingers clenched as the itch persisted and moved to scratch it away, only to have herself groan when she nearly ripped off a needle that was sticking out of her skin.
She grimaced in annoyance at the hindrance and left it alone, her eyes staring up at the creamy white ceiling above her, eyes still heavy from just waking up.
The pale yellow walls created a comforting atmosphere that had Izumi gazing into space and her mouth fell slightly ajar while her eyelashes fluttered sleepily. She felt like she was going to go back to sleep soon.
But her small trance was broken when someone in the room cleared their throat, causing her to swiftly turn her head towards the sound in surprise; not expecting that there would be a visitor waiting for her to wake up.
She didn't know anyone else in Yunliong other than those two so it didn't make any sense for someone to be here.
An unfamiliar man sat by her bed.
His posture was casual and lazy while he sat back with his legs spread apart, arms crossed low on his chest with an alluring gaze filled along with mirth as he stared back at her.
The stranger's hair was unkempt and his clothes were a bit dishevelled when Izumi took a glance, but she looked back at the ceiling so that she wouldn't be more mistaken for staring.
The man chuckled at this, the corner of his mouth lifting up into a sly smile. "You can look more if you want, I won't stop you."
The guard (who Izumi just noticed) by the door cringed, while the second one kept watching the scene in front of him with a hint of laughter behind his gaze.
There was a certain lilt to this man's voice when he goaded Izumi with a teasing hum, but the girl refused to look at him out of childish spite, puffing her cheek out.
For some reason unknown, this strange man was talking to her as if they were acquaintances or even friendly strangers, and she knew that this man was not here to keep her company. She was sure he knew she picked up on it, too.
He hummed again, but more in thought rather than to poke a nerve of hers, and tapped his phone against his thigh a few times, slowly going in tandem with the iv drip that was connected to her arm.
"You're just as stubborn as you were last night." He mused softly and placed his phone back in his pocket. "You just didn't want to die, no matter the odds against you."
The playful tone in the man's voice left Izumi unsettled in her hospital bed, leaving her to seek help from the two guards that stood by the door, and to no avail. They silently ignored her pressing gaze on them until she gave up, and turned her head towards the strange man once more.
"Was I going to die?" She asked, voice quiet. As much as she wanted to show a little more attitude to this man who seemed to stare deep into her soul, she felt it was a bad idea, and finished her thought. "Because it certainly felt like it."
A brief smile made its way onto the stranger's face as he kept his eyes on the sitting girl in front of him, his cheek in his palm. He slouched in his seat while keeping quiet to let the girl wonder what the answer was for a few more seconds, and hid his amusement by covering half his face with his hand.
Her eyes flashed with worry and she put her hand on her chest to soothe the erratic beating of her heart that thumped against her rib cage, face adorably distressed when he chose not to say anything else.
His own eyes were half lidded with mirth, and he waited one more second before opening his mouth: "Probably. You were certainly supposed to die, but I guess the dumb asses who jumped you didn't hurt ya enough." He curiously mocked.
"You were drugged and got stabbed pretty bad in some places. They hid the pretty cuts well, considering I didn't see any when I checked before. I thought you were bleeding internally with how much blood you were coughing up."
Izumi shifted uneasily beneath the sheets that lay atop her and looked away from the blond with a frown etched on her face. She couldn't really feel where she got stabbed since she wasn't feeling sore, but it's possible they put her on some painkillers.
Probably.
She picked at the fabric that rested beneath her fingers, getting a little tired of the topic to this one-sided conversation.
The lights in the room were dim, making Izumi feel dreary as she returned her gaze to the man that still sat comfortably in his seat; looking like he was about to fall asleep with how little she could see of his irises.
"So what's your name?" She asked. The lighting softened the glow of her eyes, and the gentle look on her face made an unfamiliar feeling creep into the man's chest, causing him to sit up in his seat with a very visible frown tugging at his lips.
The soft features of his face hardened along with the cut of his jaw, and the change of expression left the girl worrying over what was so wrong with such an innocent question.
"Not important." He said curtly and dragged a rough hand through his already messy hair, a sigh escaping his teeth bitten lips as his eyes squinted at the small figure that continued to sit in front of him. "I still have a very important question to ask you, Darling."
His figure closing in on her had Izumi cowering into her bed with how dark his eyes had glazed over, and the gentle brush of his fingertips trailing down her jawline made her breath stutter.
His lazy smile came back, and the unhinged sanity behind this glassy gaze caused a nauseous feeling of butterflies to erupt in her stomach.
"Do you have any names of those who could have done this to you?" He questioned her with a kind, low voice and delicately brushed his thumb along the swell of her cheek to ease the tension in her body, his gaze nothing short of deceitful as he tipped her chin to make the girl look at him properly.
(Only a little) Annoyed at this point, Izumi slightly bared her teeth at the man who was now grinning down at her, and pulled herself away from his warm touch.
He let her put a few centimetres between them before he swiftly reached out again, catching her face in his firm grip with a chuckle. His fingers dug into her cheek while his thumb pressed into the other, forcing her mouth to fall open as her chin rested in the spot that connected his index to his thumb.
Izumi's nose twitched then, as it stung from fear and she could barely let out a noise as that gaze pierced into her skin. Her clear doe eyes were slightly inward as she was forced to look at him, and that caused a satisfied, hedonistic emotion to bloom throughout his chest down to his fingertips.
"You don't have to be so shy, Little Bunny, it's not like I'm going to hurt you." He cooed, a sweet sound, but the tongue that poked out from his mouth was dangerously salacious as he wet his lips, and Izumi trembled underneath his gaze that left her frozen.
"Though, I'm tempted to have a little fun," he drawled, "I need you to cooperate with me. Can you do that?"
The dulcet, coaxing tone he used was as indolent as it was attractive, and the way this unknown man whispered to her left Izumi feeling dizzy. She couldn't help but nod in obedience.
He smiled once more, gentler than before as he uncharacteristically brushed his nose against hers, eyes, again half lidded, looking at her as if she were to be his next meal.
"Good girl. Now give me names." His fingers trailed under her chin next once he released her face from his tight grip, and brushed his thumb along her bottom lip, patiently waiting for an answer.
The soothing motion of his thumb caused Izumi to stumble over her words, the digit occasionally preventing her from speaking as her teeth would bite down on it by accident. Her cheeks were lit aflame at this point, much to the man's amusement, but she still tried to bravely look him in the eyes as she answered, the tip of her tongue just barely brushing over his skin.
He tasted like ash.
"Guo Dian and Li Xiahouji." She whispered under her breath, gently biting her tongue as his thumb stopped moving.
The man blinked down at her, his face still inches away from hers as he registered the names into his head. Suddenly, something akin to recognition flashed in his eyes before it went away and he hummed to divert Izumi's attention.
"Itaru Chigasaki." He whispered right back, teasing her. Her confused expression made him grin, and slowly, he tipped his chin up to press a feather light kiss to the tip of the girl's nose; startling her even more. "That's my name, Little Bunny."
And with that, he released Izumi once more to lean back in his chair, smiling all the while. His smug expression slightly irked her, but she was suddenly caught off guard by the relaxed, unbothered action of Itaru dragging the tip of his tongue over the small spot that she had licked earlier by accident; the corner of his mouth lifting higher into a smirk.
Before she could react, the door to the room swung open, and in walked another blond man with a much neater presentation than Itaru. The two guards by the door who were minding their own business earlier bowed respectively to him, and he waved his hand lazily, continuing to stride towards where Itaru sat in his chair, still smiling with his thumb pressed to his lips.
"Meeting." The sophisticated blond rumbled lowly and tucked a few fingers into the neck of Itaru's t-shirt, threatening to pull at his modern kimono. The latter bit the tip of his tongue while the smile still stuck to his face, and Izumi looked between him and the new face with a frown, again, her stomach feeling unsettled.
"At least greet her before we go, Big Bro." He suggested.
The man's purple eyes slowly trailed from Itaru to Izumi who was still frozen in her bed, and as he pulled Itaru to his feet opened his mouth: "Hello."
Her shoulders raised in brief surprise, but she quickly nodded in greeting, having already forgotten about the thing that happened between her and Itaru earlier. "Hello." She greeted.
With a rough pat to his shoulder and a dark murmur from the man in glasses, Itaru could only send her a slight smile, his body still being jolted forward by the hand of the man in the cashmere coat. "Just wait for us. We'll explain everything else after this meeting." He called out behind his back to which Izumi nodded despite knowing they weren't looking at her anymore.
As the two blonds neared the exit, the new face pushed Itaru into the hallway with a strong shove, causing him to stumble while the stranger turned halfway to look back at Izumi.
His eyes were half-lidded just like Itaru's, but held no trace of emotion.
"Get some rest, Izumi." He murmured, disappearing after Itaru and leaving the woman to wonder about how he knew her name.
this is so crazy y'all ,,, all of the requests i got were pure fluff and here i am,,, 95% horndog 5% floofer . . . i can't believe y'all have to see me like dis i'm so sorry,,,, don't read any of my lemon . . . . .
FOR EXAMPLE: "there is something about this that gives me a fluttery feeling."
like,, i would prefer if someone spoke to me like "!!!!! OUH!! i really,, like.... there is something about this that gives , , me a fluttery feeling .
but maybe that's just bc that's how i respond to everyone đ
