fic: LOVEJ
Title: LOVEJ
Author: prologuesized
Pairing(s): Akame
Rating: PG-13
Genre: romance, humour
Beta by: -
Disclaimer: not mine
Summary: Never stop kissing me out of the blue.
Author Note: Just something random again. Because I needed a little warm-up before doing something more serious. And this sort of... came out.
It isn't special. It's just a little something. And that's what it'll always be. But it still is. And that's what matters for it.
LOVEJ
You are loud.
That’s the first thing that pops into my mind when I think of you; the fact that you’re so annoyingly and inevitably loud. You never hold back, you don’t care about the neighbours or people around you at all wherever you are. You’re bad at staying alerted to make sure no one overhears anything. I doubt you can even keep secrets well because you’re way too curious and big mouthed to keep things to yourself, you have to go and talk about it. You need to let things out.
I remember the first day we kissed - that night I received six text messages asking me if you had been serious about it. The following day I got four more.
Your lips are so loose that it’s frustrating. You overwork me.
But when you aren’t in here, I find myself hating the silence.
You’re also bad at holding back.
You creep up to me from behind my back and suddenly I can just feel your body against mine, your arms wrapping around me and binding my arms so that I can’t push you away. You place your chin on my shoulder and playfully bite the lobe of my ear smugly as you start pulling me to someplace no one should walk in on us. You’re bad at listening to my refusals, although I have to admit that they get silenced pretty quickly. Too quickly.
You tried to be gentle the first time we had sex, I can still remember the frustration on your features, the way you trembled violently and grunted, biting your lip until it bled. You failed and I spent the next day doing my best not to limp. I got an infection as well and banned the act for two months.
You still failed to change that, although even now every time you truly try.
You’re impulsive, you like getting things there and then. Even during sex things just pop into your head and you seem to have difficulty to perform them all as they keep pouring in your brains.
You’re always all over me. One second there, the other moment in another place.
It’s frustrating, but it’s good. And the places that make me react to your touches the most are the ones you love coming back to, just to make me squirm, shiver and breathe harder. You like discovering them; I bet there aren’t many places left where you haven’t tried anymore. Hell, you’ve even kissed and bit the skin between my fingers. I don’t get where you get your ideas.
You’re too careless, too affectionate and too fond of manhandling me when you feel like it.
But when you aren’t in here, the lack of contact feels frustrating.
Maybe I’m in love with you. That’s the only reason I can think of for putting up with all of your childish tantrums and big ego. Not to mention how you treat me like I’m the best thing in your word.
You tell me you love me about… ten times per day.
That’s the average. Sometimes it’s just once. In the worst case scenario you might keep repeating it around fifty times. The moments sometimes come right out of the blue as well with no way for me to see it coming - we might be just walking home from the grocery store, we might be driving in a car or having a dance practice. Sometimes there are even people around us.
I always have to try to clean up the mess you make and make sure everyone sees it as a joke. You’re such a bother sometimes.
I’m not that good, Jin, I’m a pain, I know that. I’m too collected to fit you right, too rational.
But isn’t it the same the other way around? You’re a pain for me. And what’s ridiculous is the fact that I actually like those stupid things about you. I like thinking about them. I like thinking about how you childishly run around the corridors with Yamapi, how you’re sometimes so slow and stupid, how you get offended but try to cover it up, failing badly each time.
It makes me smile. Normally I hate things like that, but when it’s you I quite love it. I hate you for being so stupid, but I love how stupid you are.
Maybe I’m like that to you too. Maybe you feel the same way about my bad sides. I hope you do, it helps a lot with putting up with it all.
You are so frustrating, so stupid and childish. Your life has no direction; you just go with the flow. When I ask you where you want to be in ten years, you say you want to be on the top. You have no idea how you should get there, you just shrug and say you’ll do your thing and let Johnny’s Entertainment take care of the rest.
You’re optimistic and naïve. You’re in an age where you should already realise that if you want something like that, it’s not just coming to you, you have to work hard for it and plan ahead a little, stay active with things.
…I don’t want to be in love with you, Jin. I don’t want to be in love with someone who has no direction, someone who fails to act maturely.
But damn you make love feel good.
When you stay over I wake up to you kissing my neck and scratching my back lightly a minute before the alarm is supposed to go off, knowing exactly where to touch and how to make me shiver and moan tiredly, wondering what is going on as I wake up. Then you straddle me and even though I’ve reserved enough time for myself to get ready for work without a hurry, you keep me in the bed for the following half an hour. And we have to rush and run, cursing how we should wake up earlier because there’s no time and we’re running late again.
When I got involved with you, I lived thinking you’d be one to oversleep, someone I’d have to practically pull out of the bed and leave lying on the cold floor and pour water on you furiously before I’d get you up to go to work. I guess I was wrong.
Appearances are misleading.
…Or maybe you just want your sex in the morning and are willing to wake up early for that. It’s very possible, you often have ulterior motives. First time you took your… let’s say ‘little sex stuff bag’ (as you call it with a pout on your face) with you, first you took me to a bar to celebrate your new hair colour.
I knew there was something fishy. I just didn’t know what before hours later I found myself tied up and half-naked with you biting my jugular and running hands down my spine.
You rudely take advantage over me when you can. You know my coordination sucks and I get really slow and unable to make decisions when I drink. You know you can talk me over into anything. I bet if you’d just force enough down my throat, you could drag me to Vegas and get married to you. I’m just thankful the idea hasn’t popped into your head yet.
One would think your impulses and suddenly made big decisions would be destructive, that it’d just mean that you’re just a child who thinks he has found the love of his life and ruins everything by trying to create more than he can handle at a time. It’s what I thought at first. Your impulses made me hate you, hate how it seemed like you were just playing around with me. Now I know differently.
If anything tells me that you’re serious about this, that you really want to do all of those things and that you really love me, it’s those impulses. They’re your inner workings, the true you that you always let loose too easily.
Never stop kissing me out of the blue.
You’re loud, Jin. One day they’ll find out about us when they hear you making all those lovely sounds or running off to Yamapi to complain about our latest stupid fight we’d solve in a few days anyway.
LOVEJ
But please learn to turn the lights off before you leave. I hate my electricity bills.
Author: prologuesized
Pairing(s): Akame
Rating: PG-13
Genre: romance, humour
Beta by: -
Disclaimer: not mine
Summary: Never stop kissing me out of the blue.
Author Note: Just something random again. Because I needed a little warm-up before doing something more serious. And this sort of... came out.
It isn't special. It's just a little something. And that's what it'll always be. But it still is. And that's what matters for it.
LOVEJ
You are loud.
That’s the first thing that pops into my mind when I think of you; the fact that you’re so annoyingly and inevitably loud. You never hold back, you don’t care about the neighbours or people around you at all wherever you are. You’re bad at staying alerted to make sure no one overhears anything. I doubt you can even keep secrets well because you’re way too curious and big mouthed to keep things to yourself, you have to go and talk about it. You need to let things out.
I remember the first day we kissed - that night I received six text messages asking me if you had been serious about it. The following day I got four more.
Your lips are so loose that it’s frustrating. You overwork me.
But when you aren’t in here, I find myself hating the silence.
You’re also bad at holding back.
You creep up to me from behind my back and suddenly I can just feel your body against mine, your arms wrapping around me and binding my arms so that I can’t push you away. You place your chin on my shoulder and playfully bite the lobe of my ear smugly as you start pulling me to someplace no one should walk in on us. You’re bad at listening to my refusals, although I have to admit that they get silenced pretty quickly. Too quickly.
You tried to be gentle the first time we had sex, I can still remember the frustration on your features, the way you trembled violently and grunted, biting your lip until it bled. You failed and I spent the next day doing my best not to limp. I got an infection as well and banned the act for two months.
You still failed to change that, although even now every time you truly try.
You’re impulsive, you like getting things there and then. Even during sex things just pop into your head and you seem to have difficulty to perform them all as they keep pouring in your brains.
You’re always all over me. One second there, the other moment in another place.
It’s frustrating, but it’s good. And the places that make me react to your touches the most are the ones you love coming back to, just to make me squirm, shiver and breathe harder. You like discovering them; I bet there aren’t many places left where you haven’t tried anymore. Hell, you’ve even kissed and bit the skin between my fingers. I don’t get where you get your ideas.
You’re too careless, too affectionate and too fond of manhandling me when you feel like it.
But when you aren’t in here, the lack of contact feels frustrating.
Maybe I’m in love with you. That’s the only reason I can think of for putting up with all of your childish tantrums and big ego. Not to mention how you treat me like I’m the best thing in your word.
You tell me you love me about… ten times per day.
That’s the average. Sometimes it’s just once. In the worst case scenario you might keep repeating it around fifty times. The moments sometimes come right out of the blue as well with no way for me to see it coming - we might be just walking home from the grocery store, we might be driving in a car or having a dance practice. Sometimes there are even people around us.
I always have to try to clean up the mess you make and make sure everyone sees it as a joke. You’re such a bother sometimes.
I’m not that good, Jin, I’m a pain, I know that. I’m too collected to fit you right, too rational.
But isn’t it the same the other way around? You’re a pain for me. And what’s ridiculous is the fact that I actually like those stupid things about you. I like thinking about them. I like thinking about how you childishly run around the corridors with Yamapi, how you’re sometimes so slow and stupid, how you get offended but try to cover it up, failing badly each time.
It makes me smile. Normally I hate things like that, but when it’s you I quite love it. I hate you for being so stupid, but I love how stupid you are.
Maybe I’m like that to you too. Maybe you feel the same way about my bad sides. I hope you do, it helps a lot with putting up with it all.
You are so frustrating, so stupid and childish. Your life has no direction; you just go with the flow. When I ask you where you want to be in ten years, you say you want to be on the top. You have no idea how you should get there, you just shrug and say you’ll do your thing and let Johnny’s Entertainment take care of the rest.
You’re optimistic and naïve. You’re in an age where you should already realise that if you want something like that, it’s not just coming to you, you have to work hard for it and plan ahead a little, stay active with things.
…I don’t want to be in love with you, Jin. I don’t want to be in love with someone who has no direction, someone who fails to act maturely.
But damn you make love feel good.
When you stay over I wake up to you kissing my neck and scratching my back lightly a minute before the alarm is supposed to go off, knowing exactly where to touch and how to make me shiver and moan tiredly, wondering what is going on as I wake up. Then you straddle me and even though I’ve reserved enough time for myself to get ready for work without a hurry, you keep me in the bed for the following half an hour. And we have to rush and run, cursing how we should wake up earlier because there’s no time and we’re running late again.
When I got involved with you, I lived thinking you’d be one to oversleep, someone I’d have to practically pull out of the bed and leave lying on the cold floor and pour water on you furiously before I’d get you up to go to work. I guess I was wrong.
Appearances are misleading.
…Or maybe you just want your sex in the morning and are willing to wake up early for that. It’s very possible, you often have ulterior motives. First time you took your… let’s say ‘little sex stuff bag’ (as you call it with a pout on your face) with you, first you took me to a bar to celebrate your new hair colour.
I knew there was something fishy. I just didn’t know what before hours later I found myself tied up and half-naked with you biting my jugular and running hands down my spine.
You rudely take advantage over me when you can. You know my coordination sucks and I get really slow and unable to make decisions when I drink. You know you can talk me over into anything. I bet if you’d just force enough down my throat, you could drag me to Vegas and get married to you. I’m just thankful the idea hasn’t popped into your head yet.
One would think your impulses and suddenly made big decisions would be destructive, that it’d just mean that you’re just a child who thinks he has found the love of his life and ruins everything by trying to create more than he can handle at a time. It’s what I thought at first. Your impulses made me hate you, hate how it seemed like you were just playing around with me. Now I know differently.
If anything tells me that you’re serious about this, that you really want to do all of those things and that you really love me, it’s those impulses. They’re your inner workings, the true you that you always let loose too easily.
Never stop kissing me out of the blue.
You’re loud, Jin. One day they’ll find out about us when they hear you making all those lovely sounds or running off to Yamapi to complain about our latest stupid fight we’d solve in a few days anyway.
LOVEJ
But please learn to turn the lights off before you leave. I hate my electricity bills.