Fanfiction - Kyoto (Drabble Set)
Title: Kyoto (Drabble Set)
Author: Ritsu (crazy_otaku911)
Pairing: Takaki-centric. Takaki Yuya X Lee Sungmin (Super Junior), Takaki Yuya X Jung Jihoon (Rain), Takaki Yuya X Hashimoto Ryousuke. I'm not joking
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Takaki Yuya is a complicated person but he's alluring.
Disclaimer: This work is purely fiction.
Warnings: Language, Slash
A/N: Beta'd by dritree <3
Ahem! This drabble set is based off of kyoto_high an RP where I play Takaki and inspired by the song 'Sexy, Naughty, Bitchy' by Tata Young (if you don't know the song, go youtube it, it's really good). While these drabbles based from the RP, they are not exact, as I only really write Takaki properly (though, this is not a Takaki most people are used to). He's very unusual, to say the least.
Sexy:
Yuya tilted his head, considering himself in the mirror. He couldn't help but be a bit vain. He liked taking very good care of his looks, as unusual as they were. His copper curls were held in submission by who knows how much hairspray, his skin flawless, his figure perfect...And very well defined by his distinctive style.
He was wearing black, punk rock boots that climbed up to his knees under leather pants that flared at the bottom and hugged his hips in a way that made most people give him a second glance. They were almost tighter then a second skin.
Going up just a little farther was several inches of perfectly tanned stomach and abs for all to see, as Yuya's shirt barely even reached the bottom of his ribcage. It was also tight, adorned with the colorful French words 'Voulez Vous'.
Yuya leaned towards the mirror, carefully studying his slightly glossy lips, as well as the red and black eyeliner that adorned his face.
The perfect armor. No one would even try looking past his frosty, but seductive exterior. He could play with them as he liked without getting burned.
Perfect! Yuya gave a haughty toss of his head and shrugged into a leather jacket, tapping a beat out with his slender, black painted nails. Pocketing his cell phone, he headed out the door, looking forward to a night of partying. Some drinking, flirting, and sexy fun. Who could resist? Certainly not Yuya.
He was addicted to the dazzle of the night.
Naughty:
“Stop protesting~” Yuya murmured, kissing down Lee Sungmin's neck, feeling him slowly give in. Not even one rejection could keep Yuya from getting what he wanted. The fact that Min wanted him but wouldn't immediately give into him was utterly fascinating. So he'd kept trying. Persistence payed off...Here they were, and here was Min, unable to hide what he wanted.
“Y-yuyan....” Min protested a little. “We're in a purikura booth...” But that wasn't keeping his hands from sliding under Yuya's shirt, playing over that soft, smooth skin.
“Min, shut up.” Smirking, Yuya sank his teeth into the other's collar bone, pleased with the resulting noises, even if they contradicted what he just said.
“You naughty little tease!” Min trapped Yuya's wandering hands and then caught his lips in a kiss. Purring, Yuya just let Min take over, pressing closer, deepening the kiss. Min nearly took his shirt off before he remembered that they were still in a purikura booth. “...Alright, you win.” He muttered, holding onto Yuya. “Where are we going?”
Smirking, Yuya slide off the other's lap, trying to fix his mussed hair with one hand, the other holding onto Min's. “Follow me...” He murmured, winking, leading Min out into the night.
Bitchy:
Yuya groaned as he flopped onto the first couch he came to in the student lounge, draping his legs over the other occupant of the couch, his friend and boytoy, Jung Jihoon, aka Bi. “Daaaamn...” Brushing long copper curls out of his eyes, Yuya pouted, eyes glinting with annoyance and evidence of a headache.
“What? Partied too late last night?” Bi teased, hands massaging the smaller male's legs as he leaned over to plant a kiss on his cheek.
Grimacing, Yuya shoved at Bi. “Fuck you.” He sniped back. “I have a fucking headache, don't fucking fuck with me.” He pulled out a mirror from...well, nobody really knew where it came from. The leather pants that clad his legs were way too tight to have anything in the pockets. But from somewhere he produced a mirror and was now making sure his lip gloss was still okay, the same with the black and green eyeliner.
“You should have been born a girl.” Bi replied, moving to push Yuya down on the couch, removing the mirror from his grasp.
Yuya laughed and slung an arm over the attractive man on top of him, satisfied. “What? So I could actually PMS?”
There was a short pause, Bi tilting his head slightly as he considered this. “Okay, I'm glad you're a guy.” He decided, leaning down to shut Yuya up.
Me:
Yuya bit his lip, looking away, a faint blush spreading over his cheeks. For someone to get so completely and effortlessly under his skin was unheard of. The fact that they truly wanted each other was something even more disconcerting to Yuya. And yet here was someone right in front of him, with real flesh and blood.
He felt so exposed right now. How could this guy so easily see through him and in him and all of that? He never let people get close to him. People weren't supposed to know he even had emotions. And this boy, with just a single word, could make them spill over, becoming so strong they were nearly tangible, flavoring the air around them.
Those eyes followed his every little movement, reading more then Yuya thought was even possible. There weren't words to describe the way Yuya was feeling right now, all tingly all over, this strange euphoria filling him. He finally brought his gaze back to the other boy, wishing that he could hate the guy for making him blush like this.
Hashimoto Ryousuke reached out, fingertips brushing feather light over Yuya's cheeks, gently speaking the most powerful words Yuya had ever heard. It was beautiful, pure, and so real.
“I love you.”
Author: Ritsu (crazy_otaku911)
Pairing: Takaki-centric. Takaki Yuya X Lee Sungmin (Super Junior), Takaki Yuya X Jung Jihoon (Rain), Takaki Yuya X Hashimoto Ryousuke. I'm not joking
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Takaki Yuya is a complicated person but he's alluring.
Disclaimer: This work is purely fiction.
Warnings: Language, Slash
A/N: Beta'd by dritree <3
Ahem! This drabble set is based off of kyoto_high an RP where I play Takaki and inspired by the song 'Sexy, Naughty, Bitchy' by Tata Young (if you don't know the song, go youtube it, it's really good). While these drabbles based from the RP, they are not exact, as I only really write Takaki properly (though, this is not a Takaki most people are used to). He's very unusual, to say the least.
Sexy:
Yuya tilted his head, considering himself in the mirror. He couldn't help but be a bit vain. He liked taking very good care of his looks, as unusual as they were. His copper curls were held in submission by who knows how much hairspray, his skin flawless, his figure perfect...And very well defined by his distinctive style.
He was wearing black, punk rock boots that climbed up to his knees under leather pants that flared at the bottom and hugged his hips in a way that made most people give him a second glance. They were almost tighter then a second skin.
Going up just a little farther was several inches of perfectly tanned stomach and abs for all to see, as Yuya's shirt barely even reached the bottom of his ribcage. It was also tight, adorned with the colorful French words 'Voulez Vous'.
Yuya leaned towards the mirror, carefully studying his slightly glossy lips, as well as the red and black eyeliner that adorned his face.
The perfect armor. No one would even try looking past his frosty, but seductive exterior. He could play with them as he liked without getting burned.
Perfect! Yuya gave a haughty toss of his head and shrugged into a leather jacket, tapping a beat out with his slender, black painted nails. Pocketing his cell phone, he headed out the door, looking forward to a night of partying. Some drinking, flirting, and sexy fun. Who could resist? Certainly not Yuya.
He was addicted to the dazzle of the night.
Naughty:
“Stop protesting~” Yuya murmured, kissing down Lee Sungmin's neck, feeling him slowly give in. Not even one rejection could keep Yuya from getting what he wanted. The fact that Min wanted him but wouldn't immediately give into him was utterly fascinating. So he'd kept trying. Persistence payed off...Here they were, and here was Min, unable to hide what he wanted.
“Y-yuyan....” Min protested a little. “We're in a purikura booth...” But that wasn't keeping his hands from sliding under Yuya's shirt, playing over that soft, smooth skin.
“Min, shut up.” Smirking, Yuya sank his teeth into the other's collar bone, pleased with the resulting noises, even if they contradicted what he just said.
“You naughty little tease!” Min trapped Yuya's wandering hands and then caught his lips in a kiss. Purring, Yuya just let Min take over, pressing closer, deepening the kiss. Min nearly took his shirt off before he remembered that they were still in a purikura booth. “...Alright, you win.” He muttered, holding onto Yuya. “Where are we going?”
Smirking, Yuya slide off the other's lap, trying to fix his mussed hair with one hand, the other holding onto Min's. “Follow me...” He murmured, winking, leading Min out into the night.
Bitchy:
Yuya groaned as he flopped onto the first couch he came to in the student lounge, draping his legs over the other occupant of the couch, his friend and boytoy, Jung Jihoon, aka Bi. “Daaaamn...” Brushing long copper curls out of his eyes, Yuya pouted, eyes glinting with annoyance and evidence of a headache.
“What? Partied too late last night?” Bi teased, hands massaging the smaller male's legs as he leaned over to plant a kiss on his cheek.
Grimacing, Yuya shoved at Bi. “Fuck you.” He sniped back. “I have a fucking headache, don't fucking fuck with me.” He pulled out a mirror from...well, nobody really knew where it came from. The leather pants that clad his legs were way too tight to have anything in the pockets. But from somewhere he produced a mirror and was now making sure his lip gloss was still okay, the same with the black and green eyeliner.
“You should have been born a girl.” Bi replied, moving to push Yuya down on the couch, removing the mirror from his grasp.
Yuya laughed and slung an arm over the attractive man on top of him, satisfied. “What? So I could actually PMS?”
There was a short pause, Bi tilting his head slightly as he considered this. “Okay, I'm glad you're a guy.” He decided, leaning down to shut Yuya up.
Me:
Yuya bit his lip, looking away, a faint blush spreading over his cheeks. For someone to get so completely and effortlessly under his skin was unheard of. The fact that they truly wanted each other was something even more disconcerting to Yuya. And yet here was someone right in front of him, with real flesh and blood.
He felt so exposed right now. How could this guy so easily see through him and in him and all of that? He never let people get close to him. People weren't supposed to know he even had emotions. And this boy, with just a single word, could make them spill over, becoming so strong they were nearly tangible, flavoring the air around them.
Those eyes followed his every little movement, reading more then Yuya thought was even possible. There weren't words to describe the way Yuya was feeling right now, all tingly all over, this strange euphoria filling him. He finally brought his gaze back to the other boy, wishing that he could hate the guy for making him blush like this.
Hashimoto Ryousuke reached out, fingertips brushing feather light over Yuya's cheeks, gently speaking the most powerful words Yuya had ever heard. It was beautiful, pure, and so real.
“I love you.”