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fandom-collective-writers · 4 years

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His Shining Star (Taki Kozaki x MC)

Fandom: Voltage (Kings of Paradise)

Pairing: Taki Kozaki x MC (Female)

Warning: NSFW Smut

Requested by: Anonymous

Written by: @voltage-vixen

“This is nice,” MC breathed a peaceful sigh, grabbing ahold of Taki’s hand. “I know this isn’t exactly what you had in store for us, but thanks for humoring me. I had a wonderful time this evening, and the night only keeps getting better thanks to you, Taki.”

The stars glistened in the dusk sky above them as the couple leisurely paced the dimly lit boardwalk. Tonight, Taki and MC had been in attendance of one of Yosuke’s networking parties. After a few hours of mingling, Shun shot Taki a knowing wink, and generously distracted the event on goers, granting Taki with a chance to whisk MC away from the liveliness. Latching their hands together, the duo joined in laughter at what must have been a comical sight to witness-MC hitching the dress up to her side to run, and Taki carrying her heels as they trotted down the staircase all for the chance to slip away undetected.

When they finally broke free from the venue, Taki reached for his phone to summon the limo. Instead he was stopped by MC when she rested her hand on his wrist, wondering if they could walk home together. Taki was more than aware that the forecast called for scattered rainstorms on this cloudy night, yet his resolve crumbled away when he saw the glint of hope flash in the pools of her bright eyes. Nodding his agreement, a blush creeped onto the real estate tycoon’s face just as MC broke into a gleaming smile. One could practically feel the giddiness from the effects of his decision radiating from her. Determined to hide his embarrassment from her, Taki decided to press his luck and poke fun at MC’s freshly overeager demeanor.

“You never cease to be amused by the smallest things in life,” Taki mocked, stifling back a laugh at the scowl aligning across MC’s face. “Although that trait is a very ‘you’ one, and I can’t say I would expect anything less from your poor person mind.”

“Zip it!” MC playfully rebutted. Reaching out to swat Taki, her attempt was foiled when he enveloped her snugly in the nook of his chest.

“Are you going to make me?” he challenged, wrapping his arms around MC to keep her from squirming away.

“Is that a proposition?” she retorted.

Leaning in to press their foreheads together, the distance that was once between them was no longer. They were so close; MC could nearly melt from the heat emanating off Taki’s body. Caught captive in the sultry gaze of his eyes, MC was drawn into the inviting part of Taki’s lips. His taste, his scent, and his warmth consumed every fiber of her being. Soon she found herself swooning into his embrace. The tender kisses Taki grazed upon her lips were no longer enough. Clutching her fingers around the trademark red and navy-blue tie around his neck, MC gave it a firm tug until-

BOOM!

A sudden clasp of thunder jolted a startled MC from Taki’s arms. Rain drops trickled from the sky, proceeding to fall as the downpour grew heavier. Taki swiftly removed his jacket and threw it over MC’s head to cover her before shouting instructions to start running down the boardwalk. Holding onto her hand to ensure she didn’t trip; Taki reached into his pocket and used his phone to order the chauffeur to meet them nearby.

The limousine arrived shortly after the call, and Taki wasted no time ushering MC into the shelter of the vehicle. Once safely inside, MC tried to salvage her dress by wringing the fabric out, and Taki raised the partition separating them from the driver. Turning his attention over to MC, panic arose within Taki when he noticed her drenched appearance.

“Are you alright?” Taki fussed, frowning when he felt how clammy and cool her skin was to his touch. The frown on Taki’s face deepened as his fingers trailed along the material of her dampened gown. “This is soaking wet! Take it off right this instant!” Gripping onto the strapless neckline, Taki tugged the front of MC’s dress downwards, almost exposing the bareness of her chest.

“Taki!” she hissed, quickly rushing to cover herself and protect her decency. “Have you completely lost your mind?! Wet or not, I don’t want to be naked when the driver is only right on the other side of the partition!”

“You don’t have to worry about the driver,” Taki declared, reaching over to reassuringly brush the side of her cheek. “He knows better than to disturb us.”

“Taki, I-”

“What if you get sick? Of course, I would be there to nurse you back to health, but seeing you ill would be upsetting to me.”

Taki leaned back into the seat and crossed his arms over his chest. The arch of his brow furrowed, while he incoherently muttered what MC assumed to be discontent under the sound of his breath.

Is Taki pouting?!

Curious, MC inched closer. Her mind was whirling in wonderment at how the soaked Taki was able to manage pulling off looking both boyish and charming, yet deliciously sexy as the drenched suit tightly clung to the defined contours of his body.

“Taki?” she called out to him. Seeming to still be preoccupied in his own thoughts, he failed to respond back. Biting down on her lip to suppress the fit of giggles at how adorable he was acting, MC stretched out to touch him, but was caught off guard and shrieked when Taki suddenly caught ahold of her wrist.

“Gotcha!” Taki boasted, flipping her over and pinning MC against the seat. Refusing to release her from his grasp, his arm snaked around her and teasingly toyed with the dress’s zipper. “Last chance-either you be a good girl and comply on your own, or else I’ll have no other choice, but to take matters into my own hands.”

“Then do it,” MC dared, bending her head back onto the seat. “Do your worst to me, Taki.”

Taki’s eyes widened, astonished by the task she was demanding of him. Never had he anticipated that MC would be this willing to venture into such daring exhibitions. His hand rested on her thigh; fingers caressing the softness of MC’s skin, dying to reacquaint himself with the familiarity of her curves, Taki’s sense of willpower was slowly dissolving. Her body’s intent surely held the same motive considering how the coolness transformed into a blistering heat. Both Taki and MC were overcome with the rush of déjà vu, recollecting the encounter on the boardwalk from earlier. Sensations of their lingering passions evoked in this present moment.

I want to take MC here and now, consequences be damned. But did she really mean what she said?

Caught between his urges of ravaging MC right there and then, to wanting to respect her comfort in case she didn’t want to partake, Taki hesitantly glanced up at the woman in question. Relief flooded him when she gave a knowing nod and squirmed her body underneath him in a fit of impatience. Both of them wanted-no needed the other.

“Do your worst to me,” MC repeated, urging Taki to have his way with her.

Any shred of self-doubt on Taki’s end was gone after hearing MC’s declaration. Releasing his grip on her wrist, Taki pressed his body against hers, slinking the dampened dress down from her curves. MC joined in on the undressing, tearing off the wet suit coat, and madly unfastening the buttons of the dress shirt keeping her from feeling all Taki had to offer.

“Taki,” MC moaned, her body writhing to the electric of Taki’s hands roaming, leaving no trace of her untouched. “Don’t hold back. Give me more. More.”

With the final pieces of clothing discarded, Taki pushed MC down onto the seat, lying flat on her back as his knee nudged her thighs apart. Aligning his hips at her entrance, MC’s heart exploded when their bodies finally joined as one. MC felt him-all of him, as he thrusted deeper into her, each movement more frenzied than the last. Tremoring from the pleasure, MC clamped her eyes shut, only to feel Taki stroke the side of her face.

“Don’t keep your eyes closed,” Taki whispered. MC opened her eyes, blushing at being basked in all his loving affections. “Don’t hide anything from me. Let me see every part of you, because there’s not a part that I don’t adore.”

Touched by Taki’s sentiment, tears streamed from MC’s eyes. His lips kissed away at her falling tears, nuzzling her nose to showing assurance that he was there by her side. Each rock of Taki’s hips brought them closer and closer to the edge, their breath sounds heavy as their desperation escalated. Taki’s cock hardened when MC’s walls clenched around him, soon delivering them both a high of ecstasy. MC’s nails dug into Taki’s back during the jolts that flowed through her veins upon reaching her peak.

Once she regained a bit more of her composure, Taki helped MC sit back up, swiping away the bangs that were stuck from the sweat on her forehead behind the crook of her ear. Letting out a big exhale, MC leaned her head against the chilly window to cool down. Taki’s large hand was rubbing her back, and she was instantly soothed, sleep nearly claiming her. A shimmering glint from outside caught her attention, causing MC to sit back up in excitement.

“Look, the rain has cleared up,” MC observed, rolling down the window to better observe the sky. “We can finally see the stars!”

The stars were magnificent, but couldn’t even begin to compete with the natural beauty of MC. While MC was admiring the view in the nighttime sky, Taki hugged her from behind, and rested his chin on the top of her head.

No matter how many days, months, or years would ever pass, there’s one fact that Taki was certain that would never change-MC was his shining star. No matter where the path of destiny would lead them, she would be the constant light in his life, guiding him, supporting him, and eternally loving him.

His shining star, forever his, always ever after.

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rockingbrooklyn · 5 years

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Office Impatience- Taki Kozaki(SMUT) [KOP]

Having ______ as a personal secretary, albeit for a short period of time was a complete win-win situation for Taki. He could have her to himself at home as well as at work. Something about her in a tight fitting pencil skirt appealed to Taki; he found it hard to resist her when she donned that look, which was almost always. It was just so hot for someone as soft and simple as her and that made him lose his mind. The skirt highlighted the swell of her hips ever so subtly- those luscious hips that fit so well into his palms as he rammed and pounded into them. He bit his bottom lip, fighting the sudden downward flow of blood. He had a meeting in about 30 minutes and couldn't get himself worked up at this point. He had barely and rather begrudgingly brushed aside his lustful thoughts when he heard three sharp raps on the mahogany cabin door.

"Come in" he said in a practised manner, composing himself.

But all of his hard-earned composure went down the drain when he saw _____ come in with his files for the meeting. But it wasn't just the woman that caught his attention, it was what she was wearing. Gone were the fitted pencil skirt and the neatly tucked shirt from the past few days. Instead she stood in a formal yet a much more seductive outfit- trousers and a matching blazer. What caught his attention the most was the fact that she had ditched her shirt for a form fitting, sexy, lacy camisole that revealed a slight hint of her cleavage in the most alluring way possible. The trousers clung to her long legs, drawing Taki's attention to their length and downwards where he saw that she had ditched her regular black pumps for similar ones in beige. Her hair was down, lips light pink with gloss and nails freshly manicured, painted with a nude polish. Professional yet sexy, she looked like a powerful woman- exactly Taki's type, yet her smile held its usual innocence and compassion. He had landed this irresistible goddess of a woman, who, unaware of his inner musings, was going over his schedule for the day and the highlights for his upcoming meeting. She was bloody good at this job, she was a perfect housewife too- she was a total package and she was his. His gaze flitted towards the engagement ring on her left hand and he felt an absurd surge of masculine pride inside him. Hell, he was a sucker for her, everything about her- the way she looked, the way she walked, the way she talked and also the way she called out his name when they made love. "Taki, oh Taki!", he could hear her muffled screams clearly inside his head.

"Taki? Taki!", ______ said louder, snapping him out of his more than inappropriate thoughts. His eyes sweeped over her current form once again before his eyes met hers.

"Taki, I just reiterated your whole schedule and you did not say a word. What's wrong?", she asked, a look of concern marring her perfectly done face. Had he ever told her how much he loved her face? He stood up from his chair and walked two steps to join her side across the table.

"What is it?", ____ asked, slightly biting her lip in confusion and that drove him crazy. He bent forward and pressed his lips onto hers whilst gently taking the files from her hand and keeping them on the table. She wrapped her arms around his neck and returned the passionate embrace.

"Does that mean you like this Mr. Kozaki?" She pulled back and asked him.

"I love it. You look gorgeous baby girl", he whispered in her ear, making her bite her lip with a whimper. Taki groaned, discreetly locking the office door behind him and returned his attention back to her.

"When did you get this?", he asked, running his index finger alone the lace lining of the camisole and over her exposed collarbone.

"I used to wear this back when I used to work. I'm surprised it still fits me", she explained, eyes never leaving his face.

"You know what? You should wear this more. I love your legs", he said, running his hands up her thighs and over her ass, giving it a tight squeeze, making her gasp. "and your lovely ass too"

"What are your plans Taki?"

"How about I do you here, soon-to-be Mrs. Kozaki?" Taki answered, kissing her neck.

"No you wouldn't!", she whispered, shocked,"You have a meeting in 20 minutes!"

"That's just enough time. And besides, you need to get me off because you are the one who turned me on in the first place", he said with a broad boyish grin.

______ reasoned,"But I'm in the office the whole day. You can carry out all tasks on your schedule and then you can have me all you want"

"Oh I will. But I'm going to have you now too" His grin grew broader and she made no attempts to stop it, fueling it with one of her own. She smacked him lightly on the chest.

"You Mr. Kozaki, are incredibly impatient and unprofessional", she said with a giggle.

"To hell with all professionalism. I need my fiancé", Taki said, holding her chin and crashing his lips onto hers, in an urgent, teeth-clashing liplock. She pulled him closer by his tie and slid his blue suit jacket off his broad, manly shoulders. Taking off her blazer, he slid the straps of her camisole as well as her baby pink bra down her arms, and pulled down the rest, letting them rest on her waist. He nibbled on her ear and she quickly made work of his belt, trousers and boxers, earning a moan from him as her hands stroked him fervently. He unbuttoned her trousers and let them slide down her freshly shaven legs and traced the lining of her baby pink lace panties, smiling at the innocent colour hidden underneath the otherwise dominating look; but that only heightened his arousal for her. Pushing her panties aside, he slowly eased two fingers inside her, finding her wet and ready for him. He glanced at the clock on his desk, and figured out that they barely had 15 minutes to finish. His hands became increasingly urgent, hastily sliding down her panties. In a fluid motion, he bent her over his desk and eased himself into her moist entrance, earning a soft moan. His thrusts assumed a fast pace as soon as he entered her. Keeping one hand on her hips, he held her neck down on the desk with the other, creating an erotic view- her cheek pressed against the glass as he plemmeted his hips into hers.

"Sir harder, I need more", she whined and Taki groaned at the utterance of his favorite nickname. Slapping her ass cheek, he pulled her flush against himself, holding her neck from the front and applying a pressure enough to call a decent choking.

"You're a dirty girl, aren't you? You like me doing filthy things to you. Say how much you like it"

"Yes Sir, I love your filthy cock between my wet pussy lips"

"That's like a good fucking girl" He slammed inside her, connecting them intimately. In a corner of his mind, he knew that he could get late and unruly for the meeting and that knowledge turned him on big time. He held her right leg up and across his desk and changed his angle so that he felt the far end of her tightening pussy.

"Oh yes Taki! I'm coming, holy fuck baby.....!"

"Yes baby that's it. Come for me. Make my cock feel good." With a final thrust deep into her and a harsh pinch to her nipples, she let out a loud breathy moan as her back arched to meet his chest. Taki groaned expletives into her ears as he reached rapture.

"Fuck baby! Oh fucking hell yes, ____!", he rasped loudly, emptying himself inside her still twitching walls. He tried hard not to lose footing and waited for their breathing to assume the normal pace before pulling out of her and sitting both of them in his chair. Still panting, he looked at the clock. They still had 5 minutes. That was super quick. He looked at _____, still breathing hard from their session and gave her a moment to calm down, gently rocking her and running his hand on her back.

"Baby, can you stand up?"

"Mmm...yes", she whimpered, holding the edge of the desk and standing up. She handed him his jacket and trousers. After he'd finished tucking himself in and was sure his face and hair looked presentable, he turned to look at ____ and needless to say, his mouth still ran dry. Dressed in nothing but her bra and camisole- both bunched near her waist, and her pumps, cum dripping down her thighs- she looked like a messy angel, holding his files dutifully. With a sly smile, she said,"Here, you need these for the meeting. I have made all the necessary notes."

"Fucking shit baby you look so naughty right now", he groaned, holding her waist and kissing her mouth.

"And I feel it too. Best of luck and here, these will help you." Saying that, she stuffed her panties into his suit jacket, adjusted his tie, running her fingers through his hair to smoothen it. He raised a brow.

"How are those supposed to help me?"

"Well I'm sure you'll nail this client. And afterwards, you have all the time you want with me. These will keep you company until then, and perhaps keep that horniness at bay. I shall be waiting Sir", she said with a subtle wink. Planting one last lingering kiss, he took a bite of her bottom lip.

"I'll be back baby. Please, please lock this door if you plan on welcoming me like this and don't let anyone in."

Saying this, he walked out the door and ____ locked it securely with a smirk that did not go unnoticed by her fiancé. Walking towards the Boardroom, Taki thought, "Let me nail this deal sweetheart, and then I'll nail you nice.", smirking and inwardly imagining the whole new meaning he'd give to 'nailing' her.

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awesomeallseeingeye · 2 years

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🔥🔥 my goodness…voltage really made this story worth it

#kings of paradise #voltage inc #taki kozaki #voltage spoilers #voltage smut

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otomefoxystar · 3 years

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Rendezvous

Fandom: Kings of Paradise

Pairing: Taki X MC

Warning: Smut

Genre: NSFW

Word Count:1,531

Written by: @otomefoxystar

They had planned to go out to dinner with all their friends. She put on a pink dress that hugged all her curves. As she walked out of the room Taki sized her up seeming like he wanted to eat her, but he didn’t say anything. He put his arm around her shoulder as they walked out of the apartment.

Once they arrived at the restaurant Kiyohito nodded in approval at her appearance knowing that he picked out her dress. Taki kissed her cheek once they had seated and she looked at him adoringly. They were all talking and laughing as they ate cheerfully when Taki ran a finger down her spine lightly.

His hand that was on her leg began rubbing back and forth. He wanted to see her lose control. He inched his hand closer to her heat. She looked at Taki with a warning look on her face, but he persevered and ran his fingers up the side of her leg. He whispered into her ear

“ Uncross your legs and act natural.”

She did as he asked, the risk of getting caught was turning her on. He slid his fingers to her clothed heat, and she breathed out deeply. He rubbed up and down trying to locate her clit, and he kept a cool face while he was torturing her.

“ You’re awfully quiet _ _ _” Shun pointed out

She cleared her throat “ Uh just deep in thought I guess” If only he knew why she wasn’t talking.

The fact was that Taki had his fingers nudging under the waistband of her panties. He pinched her clit and started rolling it side to side with his fingers. She licked her lips and bit her bottom lip. He entered two fingers inside of her pumping them in and out. How she wanted to buck her hips and grab him into a passionate kiss.

He leaned to her ear

“ You’re really wet, does this turn you on?” His voice was deep and alluring, dripping with sex appeal. He was driving her absolutely mad.

She reached over to feel his cock and to her surprise, he was already quite hard. He withdrew his fingers and sucked them as if he had gotten food on them. He was going to kill her.

Taki smoothed her hair and whispered seductively in her ear.

“ Meet me in the bathroom” He got up and straightened his suit.

He walked through the restaurant to the bathroom, but his eye caught someone he recognized and he stopped.

“ Taki”

It was Tomohiro and he had his arm around the shoulder of that woman. Taki couldn’t help feeling the anger boil up in him. And before he knew what happened his fist connected with Tomohiro’s jaw.

“ Taki!” _ _ _ yelled as she walked up.

“ _ _ _” Tomohiro looked at her as he rubbed his sore jaw.

“ Keep your distance from _ _ _, she doesn’t belong to you anymore. She belongs to herself and she can make her own choices on who she wants to be with and what she wants to do. I just so happen to be apart of that equation, so just let her live her life without you being there all the time.”

_ _ _ took Taki’s hand and she led him out of the restaurant, and into the parking lot.

“ Are you angry?” He asked her

She looked at him with passion and she pressed him into the side of the car.

“ Do you know how hot you are when you’re defending me?”

Taki smiled and shook his head

“ No, how hot?”

“ So incredibly hot Taki. It turns me on”

Taki captured her lips in a fiery kiss full of passion. He drew away from her and looked deep into the depths of her eyes. He could see how much she wanted him. He reached for the rear car door and opened it.

“ Get in” She bit her lower lip and got in the backseat of the car.

Taki got in sitting next to her and closed the door. He leaned over and grabbed the back of her head pressing his lips to hers. He drew away and looked at her mouth, tracing her lips with the tip of his index finger. She opened her mouth and sucked his finger slowly. Taki’s pants were starting to strain against his hardening cock. He slowly took his finger out of her mouth, and looked at her as his chest heaved with anticipation. He traced the lines of her face softly with his fingers.

She closed her eyes taking in the feeling of his tender touch. He went on to feel down the side of her neck to her cleavage, and he cupped her breast. She opened her eyes and pulled him into a kiss. She parted her lips and Taki took the opportunity to slip his tongue into her mouth. He wrestled his tongue with hers while he grabbed at her breast. While thoroughly kissing her he found the zipper to deftly unzip her dress.

He kissed along her earlobe only to nibble on it, forcing a slight moan from her throat. He pushed her sleeves down and off her shoulders. With urgency she slipped her arms out of the sleeves, causing her dress to loosen around her body. Taki looked at her hungrily and pulled the top of her dress down to expose her subtle breasts. He pulled her bra up, letting her breasts spill out, and he immediately cupped them in his large hands. She moaned softly.

“ I will never get over how soft you are,” Taki stated as he fondled her breasts. He went back to her mouth and kissed her deeply as he pinched her left nipple and rolled it in between his index finger and thumb.

She felt down his back to his ass and squeezed as she bucked her hips to meet his erection. Taki made a low moan.

“ You drive me crazy”

“ Then take me Taki, I want you, and I want you now.”

“ Even in here?” He asked with a devilish smile

“ Especially here” She responded

“ It’s turning me on”

Beads of hot sweat rolled down Taki’s back, and he pushed her dress up exposing her lacy black panties. He licked his lips seductively taking in the sight of her arousal wet on her panties.

Impatient, She reached for his belt and unclasped it only to unbutton and slowly unzip his pants. The zipper sounding louder than it normally would, perhaps it was the situation, but regardless Taki was eager. She pushed his pants down taking in the sight of his restrained erection. She put her hands on his shoulders and felt down to his biceps feeling his taut muscles underneath his shirt. She looked at him with a carnal hunger and took the initiative to take her panties off.

He pulled down his red boxer briefs to just above his knees, and she watched in anticipation, wanting him to hurry up but he was taking his sweet precious time. She grabbed hold of his cock to guide it to her entrance trying to convey that she was ready for him. He looked into her eyes shocked but recovered quickly letting her guide him to her. He pushed in slowly savoring the feeling of her pussy swallowing him inch by inch. When he was finally fully sheathed inside of her she gasped.

Taki gave her an especially wet kiss before he started moving. Finding it hard to figure out where to put her legs in the cramped car she wrapped them around Taki’s waist giving him a different angle causing her to moan loudly. She was getting impatient with the slow pace he was going and she began moving her hips quickly. Feeling down his strong back she put her hands on his ass pushing him into her.

“ You don’t need to be...so...gentle,” she said in a raspy voice.

Taki put his arms on either side of her and began snapping his hips into her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and her moans intermingled with his grunts fogging up the windows in the car. She dug her nails into Taki’s skin as she began feeling warm, on the verge of orgasm. Taki could feel her walls starting to clench around his cock and he quickened his pace helping her reach her high. Her moans became erratic which egged Taki on more. Taki was starting to feel his impending orgasm crashing down on him, and he hoped he could bring her to ecstasy before he had his release.

Her walls clenched around his cock and her vision went white. Taki kept thrusting vigorously chasing his orgasm as she rode out her high. Until finally he spilled inside of her. He pulled out slowly his seed dripping down her thighs. He pulled his underwear up and kissed her gently.

“ I love you _ _ _” She smiled

“ And I love you, Taki” He kissed her forehead.

“ I think we’d better get back before Yosuke sends out a search party.” She giggled and began putting herself back together. Once they left the car he kissed her forehead and interlaced his fingers with hers as they made their way back to their seats.

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simpingw0lfi3 · 3 years

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master post

MASTER POST (updated: feb 12, 2022)

☾ ONE SHOTS - ANIME

SK8 THE INFINITY

blue blizzard (langa hasegawa) (descriptive)

forbidden apple (ADAM) (angst)

i remember you so (JOE) (fluff)

vertical (reki kyan) (angst)

our final fantasy (langa hasegawa x reki kyan) (descriptive)

HAIKYUU

teach her (tsukishima kei) (fluff)

blank canvas (kageyama tobio) (fluff)

masked love (kuroo tetsurou x kenma kozume) (angst)

BOKU NO HERO ACADEMIA

memories (hawks) (angst)

remember when you told me you loved me (bakugou katsuki) (angst)

ATTACK ON TITAN

you make me explode (eren yaeger) (questionable)

HUNTER X HUNTER

thief of hearts (feitan portor) (angst)

BALANCE: UNLIMITED

birthday boy (daisuke kambe x haru kato) (smut)

OURAN HIGH SCHOOL HOST CLUB

crash into my heart (tamaki suoh) (angst)

JUJUTSU KAISEN

rise and fall (gojo satoru) (angst)

✰✰✰✰✰ ✰✰✰✰✰ ✰✰✰✰✰

☾ ONE SHOTS - OTOME

OBEY ME! SHALL WE DATE?

cuddle me~! (leviathan) (fluff)

burning passion (solomon) (fluff)

tamed (lucifer) (fluff)

happy world sleep day! (belphegor) (fluff)

KISSED BY THE BADDEST BIDDER

actual pain. (ota kisaki) (angst)

tickle me pink (ota kisaki) (slight angst, fluff)

HER LOVE IN THE FORCE

marked (jin namba) (fluff)

KINGS OF PARADISE

change (taki kozaki) (descriptive)

poison apple (shun randoh) (angst)

MYSTIC MESSENGER

gamer boy (yoosung kim) (smut)

ceo of my heart (jumin han) (fluff)

✰✰✰✰✰ ✰✰✰✰✰ ✰✰✰✰✰

☾ ONE SHOTS - OTHERS

VIDEO GAMES

eyes, nose, lips (tartaglia - genshin impact) (angst)

WEBTOONS, MANHWA, MANGA

my pleasure (kang taemu - the office blind date) (fluff)

MY ORIGINALS

reach for the stars (pov) (angst)

psycho (pov) (angst)

✰✰✰✰✰ ✰✰✰✰✰ ✰✰✰✰✰

☾ SERIES - ANIME

JUJUTSU KAISEN

curse me with your love (sukuna x reader, angst)

prologue

✰✰✰✰✰ ✰✰✰✰✰ ✰✰✰✰✰

☾ HEADCANONS - OTOME

OBEY ME

obey me - pacts

✰✰✰✰✰ ✰✰✰✰✰ ✰✰✰✰✰

☾ FANMADE VISUAL NOVELS - OTOME

KINGS OF PARADISE

marry me taki

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the-voltage-diaries · 3 years

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Pulcherrima Rosa Me - Taki Kozaki

‘Pulcherrima rosa me’: Latin for ‘My beautiful rose’.

Disclaimer: Office AU, Hanahaki AU. Now, since it’s Hanahaki, of course it will be angsty. So, time to fasten those seat belts and sit tight.

Word Count: 2225

Author’s note: My first open-ended fic, lmao. Originally was supposed to have smut, but things changed here and there, so you see.

P.S.: Special thanks to @akaiiro-yume for being my proofreader and amazing fangirl buddy

14 years.

That’s how long they had known each other.

To be precise, that’s the number of years they had been the closest of friends.

Never more, never less.

Just two individuals who over time had, step by step, closed in on the gap separating them, narrowing it so much that barely any space remained. They became so used to being around each other that the thought of sharing the tales of their daily life, no matter how embarrassing, bitching and moaning about work and clients, laughing together without bothering to care about how weird they looked seemed like the definition of normal. But that’s the thing ; no matter how closely their paths collided, an invisible line always kept their journeys divided. Most people called that line “friendship”. Taki and (Y/N) had never been anything more than friends.

They never knew how to be anything BUT friends.

So then why was she the only person on Taki’s mind while his eyes shut to bear the pain of throwing up while he hunched over the sink, coughing up a handful of what looked redder than blood, albeit was anything but?

“I want this done by the morning,” Taki told the finance head, handing him the proposal for the project they were planning to bid for. “And when I say morning, I mean I’d like to see it on my table by the time I walk in. Is that alright?”

“Yes, sir,” the man responded, picking up the papers and giving him a quick bow before making his way out, muttering a quiet ‘good night,’ to which the CEO gave him a nod of his own.

Taki then turned in his chair and peeked through the thick glass wall of his cabin in search of his secretary. Once his eyes landed on the familiar raven up-do, his lips, though very quietly and only for a moment, lined up in a hint of a small smile.

There she sat on her table, her eyes focused on her laptop screen while her fingers typed away at the keyboard, not noticing the gaze a pair of dark brown eyes fixated on her.

Instead of calling her immediately to discuss the day’s schedule with her, Taki took a moment to admire the woman who had been at his side for the last two years, professionally speaking. For, beyond the walls of the office, he had known her for more than half of his life.

His eyes made their way across her form; slowly drinking in the way she every so often took a moment to stretch her back, roll her shoulders and her neck before getting back to the task at hand, how one of her delicate fingers came up to push a strand of hair behind the perfect curve of her ear, how she bit her lip in concentration every time she worked against time. God, was she beautifu-

The clang of a pen rolling across the table and falling to the floor startled him back to reality, and he shook his head, rolling his eyes at his carelessness before bending down to pick up the pen.

“(Y/N)!” He called, turning back to his laptop and opening up his schedule. He heard the familiar click-clack of her heels and soon enough, the door opened with a low creak. Taki didn’t even need to look up from the screen to know she was here. “Do we have anything else on the agenda for the day?”

“Yes, actually.”

‘We do?’ Taki thought to himself, his eyes giving his schedule a once-over. He didn’t see anything else on it that needed to be done today, so what was (Y/N) talking abo-

“You have a meeting with the board at 9 AM, then a site visit scheduled at 10 AM, a business call with the head of the Ichinomiya Group at 12 PM regarding the construction of their new hotel in Auckland, another site visit for at a different location at 1 PM, and th-”

“Wait a second, why don’t I see all of this anywhere on my schedule?”

“Because you’re viewing the schedule for 3rd November.”

“Yes, and as far as I remember, today IS 3rd November.”

“No, sir,” (Y/N) said, and it was then that Taki looked up to see the smirk on her face, “I’m pretty sure it’s the 4th today.”

He took a quick glance at his watch and saw that the smaller of the two hands had passed the 12 o’ clock mark, and it was, in fact, 12:30 AM. Which meant that it was, in fact, 4th November.

It also meant that they had worked beyond the designated office hours for the fourth straight day in a row.

“I’m sorry for making you work over time again,” Taki muttered, pursing his lips.

“Nah, that’s okay,” (Y/N) shrugged, sending him a playful wink, “Apart from that cute little pout, you’re paying me for it. Rather handsomely, too, so I’m chill.”

“Firstly, I’m NOT pouting,” Taki muttered, rolling his eyes when he heard his secretary whisper the word ‘denial’, “And secondly, Ms. (L/N), is that how you’ll be talking to your boss now?” He smirked. He would be straight up lying if he said he didn’t enjoy this amused change in the atmosphere. In fact, he welcomed it after the long day he’d had.

“Mr. Boss,” she immediately responded, stretching out the word ‘boss’, to which Taki couldn’t help but scoff, “The office hours are over. I’m under no obligation to kiss your ass anymore.”

And oh, he tried.

He tried so hard to stop that laugh from escaping when (Y/N) made a kissy face at him, but alas, he lost and let it erupt with a low rumble from deep within his chest when she lifted two tiny finger hearts to go along with the flying kisses.

And you know what they say, laughter is contagious. Soon enough, (Y/N) too joined Taki in his wonderland of chuckles, and it wasn’t long before they both laughed so much that their stomachs hurt because each time they’d try to stop, all it’d take is one glance at each other’s faces to lose their shit again.

“Pfft,” (Y/N) scoffed, trying to come down from the rush of euphoria she’d just had, “You should be thanking your lucky stars for having the privilege to get as fun a secretary as me. You have NO idea how lucky you are, I tell you.”

‘I agree,’ Taki thought as he took a moment to calm down, letting a rush of air fill his lungs as he took a deep breath in. He relaxed into his chair and glanced back at the magnificent woman standing before him, truly thankful to have her close by. But as soon as he adoringly grabbed on to the memory of the laugh they’d just shared, another sensation latched on to him, stopping him from thinking any deeper by dragging his attention to the ache building up deep within his chest.

Taki paused, shifting uncomfortably at the unfamiliar sensation. All remnants of humor left him at the way something seemingly gripped at the base of his lungs, squeezing hard. He felt like he couldn’t breathe for a moment, and his discomfort only grew with each passing second as a painful cough arose in his throat, blocking off any passage for air.

“Argh,” he groaned, his fingers pressing at the space between his collarbones, trying to massage the area into creating some sort of a path through the dark fog building up in his throat, so unforgiving that he almost saw black for a moment.

“Taki?” (Y/N) called his name, all her remaining laughter immediately dying down the moment her gaze washed over him. “A-are you okay?”

And just like that, as quickly had the discomfort come, it died down.

It vanished into a thin breeze, leaving Taki gasping for some much needed mouthfuls of air.

“Y-yeah,” Taki responded, still in a daze. He had no idea what just happened, and it seemed so surreal that he almost brushed it off as a hallucination, but the concern in (Y/N)’s eyes told him whatever transpired wasn’t just a figment of his imagination. He took a moment to compose himself, before following up with a much more self-assured “Yes, I’m fine.”

“You don’t look fine.”

“But I feel fine.”

“... Are you sure?”

“Absolutely.”

“Are you like, sure sure?”

“No, actually.” He looked up at her, an amused grin floating on his face. “I’m not sure sure that I’m fine.”

“See? I KNEW you weren’t okay. Should I call for a doc-”

“You’ve got it all wrong,” he interrupted, stopping her halfway on her mini-panic spree, “I’m sure-sure sure I’m fine.”

“… You’re a jerk, you know that?” (Y/N) huffed, sending a scowl in Taki’s direction. “One of these days I’m gonna stab you with- with…” her eyes quickly scanned the room, looking for an appropriate object to finish her statement with while Taki tried to control his smirk from spreading any wider, “… with a sticky note.”

“A what?”

… well, it was too late to go back on words. So, grumbling under her breath, (Y/N) repeated, “With a… sticky note.”

“Pfft.”

“Mr. Kozaki.” (Y/N) narrowed her eyes at the man, giving him her least scary glare, “did you just ‘pfft’ me?”

“Yes,” he replied confidently, placing his forearms on the table top, “Yes I did.”

“Watch your back. I really will throw the sticky note at this rate.” (Y/N) turned around, her fingers grasping the doorknob, “… and soon.”

Taki watched her step out of his cabin, an amused twinkle in her eye. “Gee, I’m so scared,” he muttered, mostly to himself, before shaking his head at their childishness and turning back to the work at hand.

But even as his eyes swam across the screen, processing the words and formulating appropriate responses, the back of his mind couldn’t let go of the strange inquisitiveness that poked at it, seeking answers to just one question.

What was that fleeting, deadly little coughing fit all about?

He got so focused on his work that he didn’t notice the diligent finance head step into his cabin again only 30 minutes later, quietly keeping the finished proposal on the glass table before walking out just as quietly, so as not to disturb his concentration. He didn’t notice the same guy stopping by (Y/N)’s table, offering her a steaming mug of coffee and giving her the gentlest of smiles while offering to help if needed. He didn’t notice any of it until he heard the pleasant sound of her laugh, passing through the gaps in the glass walls before bouncing off of them on the inside, creating the most melodious of echos.

His eyes left the screen for a quick second to focus on the scene outside, and what he saw made a strange anxiety rise up within him like tiniest of dew vaporizing and stretching its fingers to reaching out to the sky - slowly rising up from the depths of his stomach, travelling up to his chest and finally solidifying just beneath his lips.

Right in front of him stood (Y/N), her fingers clutching an arm that didn’t belong to Taki, her lips turning up into the brightest of curves, shining so bright one would almost go blind, as she laughed along with the damned finance head about something or the other.

And that’s when Taki felt like the (Y/N) who had been standing just within an arm’s reach this whole time was about to slip away from his very fingers, and the feeling that he wouldn’t be able to do anything to stop it pricked at him, rendering him in a state of confused speechlessness.

‘Wait. Shouldn’t I feel happy for her, considering she’s finally seeing a guy?’ he thought, taking a deep breath. ‘Yeah. It’s a good thing. But then… what is this insecurity I’m feeling right now?’

The answer to that question seemed only a heartbeat away, and the moment he reached out to grasp it, his body jerked backwards, falling onto his chair while his breathing quickened. The somewhat familiar feeling of his throat being clawed at came back to him - much stronger this time. It all happened quick; his brow furrowed into a deeper crease as moisture pricked at the back of his eyes, his world going back for a moment. Taki’s mouth leaped to suck in a croaked breath - which sounded more like a painful gasp at this point - while his fingers gripped at the collar of his shirt, looking for any way to free him of the sudden pain growling in his chest. He felt a powerful cough coming, preceded by short, painful ones.

“Ah,” he let out a breathy moan, the tears finally making their way to the front of his eyes, followed by a few more. With him standing on the thin line separating sanity from delirium, his body lurched forward, finally finding solace in the way his throat forced out tiny balls of red while the moisture building behind his eyelids finally broke apart to slide down his cheek in one, straight line. The second his gullet felt free again, his body shook with need as he gulped in mouthfuls of air.

Once the dark haze clouding his mind finally started to part, he turned his eyes to look at the red chunk his trachea had shoved out. His eyes widened when his fingertips came in contact with the soft, silky skin of the petals - redder than the darkest of rubies.

The petals of the one flower which finally made him piece together his feelings for the woman standing beyond the see-through walls of his cabin.

… Remember how he wanted to know what his coughing fit was all about?

A rose.

Well… guess it’s about time he found out.

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pjzatken · 3 years

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‘Tis the Season for Smut Challenge

DAY 1 PROMPT: KISS ME UNDER THE MISTLETOE

Pairing: Taki Kozaki / (Reader/MC)

Fandom: Kings of Paradise

Genre: Fluff-SMUT

Word Count: 6,258

Warning: Graphic / NSFW

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Summary

They loved each each way back then and have fallen in love with each other once more 10 years later. Both hurt from the past, they take each other’s hand and recommit to be each other’s strength.

The ways that they express their love may not be innocent anymore after all these years, but the love that they have for each other remains as pure and honest as it has always been.

So what messages do a mistletoe wreath - a simple yet beautiful Christmas ornament - carry for the two of them? Only time...and they...can tell that the messages behind the mistletoe wreath will stand the tests of time -- just as much as their love for each other has always done.

Flashback – 10 Years Ago

Setting: High School Campus – Gym / Auditorium

MC’s POINT OF VIEW

A string of Christmas music plays from the auditorium-based sound system. The mood-stirring music may be loud, but it puts everyone in such a festive mood. There is much excitement and energy since school administration miraculously approved the students to hold a Christmas Fair. And so all of us students are working hard and doing our best to make the school’s very first Christmas Fair a success. We want to impress the administration so that this will be the first of many years that students get to do a three-day Christmas Fair.

There is a lot of noise at the school auditorium where the upper-year students separate into two main groups – boys and girls. The bursts of excitement on both sides increase as chats about the most mundane and blush-inducing things happen along with talks on how to get tasks done. The auditorium, considered a prime location during any school event, is the upper-year student’s territory.

Taki and the other taller boys are helping out in hanging decorations. They work along with another group composed of boys and girls who hand out decorations they have hand-crafted along with store-bought ones purchased from the discount stores from long ago.

Meanwhile, a smaller group of us are throwing in ideas on what sweet and savory delicacies we will be making, selling, and serving for the Fair.

As every minute passes, the excitement escalates in spite of everyone doing his or her best efforts to keep the noise down. After all, we do not want school administration to change their minds.

Speaking of Taki, he was amazing! If it were not for him, all of these festivities would have not been made possible. I was part of the group that met with the school principal and vice-principal. Before he spoke, the administration turned down our proposal even though the majority of the students have already signed a petition in favor of the school hosting a Christmas Fair. I witnessed how his persuasive reasoning had marketed the school Christmas Fair into something appealing. He justified that the Fair will generate additional funds for much-needed repairs as well as serve and entertain the community at the same time.

With that thought resting in my mind and heart, I renew my commitment to pour my all into this endeavor. I do not want Taki’s and our student body’s efforts to go to waste.

And all throughout the time spent in the auditorium, Taki and I steal furtive glances. Our eyes sometimes meet, and when they do then we allow our eyes to do the smiling for us.

Taki and I have known each other for as long as I can remember, and we have seen the best and worst of each other. Well, the worst of each other becomes a point for teasing and shared laughs so all is well. He and I have also spent many Christmases together. We had an agreement ever since the first Christmas we have celebrated together – no gifts, and if we do give a gift it must be hand-made. We have also made a commitment to be each other’s first greeter for Christmas.

So ever since I have known Taki, he has been the first person who I see every Christmas. He has made a point to drop by my house to wish my parents and me a Merry Christmas, and then dart back home. He has done this even if it means only spending a few minutes just to see each other – something that I have always appreciated. On times where he could not make the personal visit, he would call me on the phone a few minutes before midnight so that we can greet each other.

Taki even did this when his mother became sick, and the first Christmas that he celebrated since she passed away.

This year, though, is different. This is the first Christmas that we will be spending as boyfriend-girlfriend. This new change in our relationship makes me look forward to Christmas this year.

Maybe I should bake those cookies that Taki loves and wrap them nicely in a gift basket…? I would like to give him something that I know he will appreciate and make him smile…

A girl classmate from the Decorations Committee pulls me out of my thoughts and says, “Hey, MC… Can you do us a favor?”

I smile back and reply, “Sure! What’s up?”

“Can you help Taki out, please? He’ll need someone to come with him to choose and get more decorations at the nearby storage room. The rest of the boys are getting more decorations and lighting from the supply room at the other end of the school for the night sky. They actually need more people to haul the stuff but they’ll make do with what they have. All the girls are going out shopping at the discount store for more decorations.”

“Of course I’ll help! Let’s clear it first, though, with my group.”

My classmate sighs, wiping the sweat from her brow but then grins again. “But hey – it’ll be so worth it! Not only are we turning the auditorium into a Christmas-themed garden, but making it into a night setting!”

I nod, and warm feelings flood my heart as I can picture in my mind what the auditorium can look like once our work is done. I can picture rows of strategically-placed dwarf trees lining up the perimeter to give it life mingled in with a Christmas tree in every corner of the auditorium.

And the main highlight is the stage where there will be two photo areas – one on the far left, and another on the far right. The left-side photo area will remain open with a festive background of green, red, burgundy, and gold decor. The right-side photo area will have an arch with ivy adorned with cooler shades of silver, ice blue, dark blue, and green.

The auditorium floor will be converted into a café where food and drink will be ordered from and served by selected members of the upper class. The boys will wear butler-style three-piece suits while the girls will wear Victorian-style maid’s outfit. Taki and I are assigned to work on the first day of the event.

I definitely can relate, and so I comment, “I know! It’s like we’re turning all of this space into a mish-mash of Christmas and a planetarium. It’ll be great!”

The other fellow members from the Food-and-Beverage Committee catch wind of our conversation and wholeheartedly agree with us.

And so one of my group members says, “Go help Taki out, MC. We have your notes here, so we’ll be fine.”

“Okay, thanks…” I tell my group and then accompany my classmate, the two of us now walking towards Taki.

Once my classmate updates Taki on what needs to happen and then departs for the discount store with the other girls, he goes down the ladder and then asks me, “You ready, MC?”

Our eyes meet and I say with a smile, “Lead the way.”

Ah that warm smile of his… The one that he now gives me in reply before he and I walk side by side towards the storage room. That smile of his that reaches his eyes and makes me feel as if I am the only one he sees and smiles for… It makes my heart race. It makes my cheeks flush.

Taki and I finally reach the storage room, with him having a hand cart in tow. He unlocks the door and we get inside. We go to the deeper part of the large storage room and rummage through the rows of shelves, with both of us respectively peeking in boxes to spot the presence of any Christmas décor.

My heart races knowing that my boyfriend is just within reach of me, and my mind keeps picturing that smile he gave me before we came here.

I get snapped back to reality when I hear Taki ask, “MC, come over here.”

I then approach Taki until we are less of an arm-reach from each other.

“What do you think of this?”

I blink and then look at the object in Taki’s hand. I see a plant-looking wreath with leaves of green, bark of brownish gold, and berries of red. “Is that supposed to be mistletoe?”

With a happy and disarmingly innocent smile, Taki replies, “Yeah, it is.”

Taki then lifts the hand holding the mistletoe wreath and poses as if he is demonstrating something for me. The mistletoe wreath hangs above my head and then he stands beside me as if we are about to pose together for a photograph. “So just picture this hanging in the middle of the arch for the photo area. This will be the only thing with red on it, so it’ll stand out. What do you think?”

I tilt my head a bit and my eyes narrow a bit as I try to picture how the mistletoe wreath will look like along with the arch, its planned decorations, and the color theme. As the seconds passed and a clearer picture comes in mind, I smile more warmly.

Taki, in turn, grins. “Well…? What do you think….?”

I let out a sigh, feeling so refreshed. “It’ll look great. It makes it a good contrast for the photos but it blends in with everything at the same time.”

As our gazes meet and then rest on each other, I feel my face flush.

With that smile of his, Taki inquires, “Are you familiar with the tradition involving the mistletoe?”

As I see Taki’s smile become more generous, I ask, “No…”

Taki moves the arm that now holds the mistletoe, still having it suspended above our heads. “They have a saying that a guy is allowed to kiss any girl standing under the mistletoe…and bad luck will come to the girl if she refuses the kiss.”

I frown, exclaiming, “That’s horrible!”

Taki’s innocent laughter fills the room. Once he brings his laughter down to a chuckle, he says, “Well, if you don’t want bad luck then all you need to do is kiss me.”

My face heats up. I am speechless. My heart pounds hard and quickly.

Taki then gives me a smile that not only warms but melts my heart. “So, MC…how about that kiss?”

How in the world can I ever say no to that smile?

And so as Taki continues to hold the mistletoe above me, he plants a chaste kiss on my lips. I close my eyes as we share a second kiss and subsequent ones – innocent as they may still be, they are much longer and more heartfelt…a sense of happiness filling me from the inside as the minutes pass with me in his arms.

As Taki and I continue to kiss in the storage room, my thoughts are only filled with Taki and how blessed I am to be his girlfriend.

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Present Day

Setting: Taki Kozaki’s Penthouse

TAKI KOZAKI’S POINT OF VIEW

MC’s currently out with Ryoko on a girls’ day out while Sydney and I hold the fort.

Today and tomorrow are rare for me since I’ve decided to take the weekend off from work. MC was earlier tempted to cancel her plans with Ryoko but I told her to go ahead and enjoy her outing, promising her that I’ll stay at home to work on a project.

I’m wearing a buttoned burgundy shirt – the two top buttons unfastened and no jacket over it. I could’ve probably worn loungewear all day if I wanted to, but I changed into casual clothes just in case…

Sydney hangs out with me in the living room as I pull out and go through four clear plastic banker’s boxes labeled “CHRISTMAS DECORATIONS.”

As I spend the hours poring through the boxes’ contents and thinking on how to decorate our home for Christmas, I come across a circular burgundy felt box that seems to have been untouched over the course of the years. I slightly frown, trying to wrack my brain on how I’ve obtained this.

Intrigued, I pull out the circular object from the bottom of the banker’s box. I then rest the burgundy container on my lap and then lift its lid. My eyes go wide for a moment, with me murmuring, “A mistletoe wreath….”

I look at Sydney, who stares back at me with wonder. Finally remembering, I tell my precious pet, “Shun… He gave this to me more than five years ago…”

I lift the mistletoe wreath, examining and admiring the intricate handiwork that went into creating it. Green silk leaves… Brownish golden twigs… Dark red berries made out of freshwater pearl… Thin silky threads of silver and gold neatly nesting the aged twigs together into a wreath… Heavy burgundy silk ribbon serving as the decorative hanger and topper for the wreath….

The sight of this mistletoe wreath invokes memories from 10 years ago, and it makes me smile. My mind’s eye vividly recalls how MC and I worked together with our schoolmates in transforming the high school auditorium into an esplanade on Christmas night – with a café that served delicious food and beverage, “park” benches where people could simply relax with drink in hand while chatting with others, and two photo booths to help capture memories on film.

I chuckle as I remember wearing a butler uniform while MC wore a Victorian Era-inspired maid’s outfit when we both helped out as café servers during the first day of the Christmas Fair. I also recall MC and I having our pictures taken, but I don’t remember as to where I’ve kept my copy of those photographs. One of those pictures was definitely with us dressed in our server outfits.

Maybe MC still has those photographs. I’ll ask her about them when she comes home…

My fingers ghost over the wreath, with me now feeling nostalgic and then melancholic as the happy memories move forward into ones that led to my 10-year separation with MC.

So much has changed from 10 years ago… MC and I aren’t as young and innocent as we once were....

I’m much happier now compared to the past 10 years, thanks to MC and I reuniting and falling in love with each other once more in spite of the past pains we’ve been through. I’m so happy that at times it scares me. Sometimes, my thoughts go on a tangent that maybe I don’t deserve to be happy because she’s far too pure and kind-hearted compared to me. There are also times that I’m struck with the fear of losing her – whether she falls out of love with me or fate tears us apart once more.

I know that I barely lived the past 10 years. I forced myself to move on and build myself from nothing. I numbed my heart and made it that way at all times. It was the only way for me to just continue breathing. But no matter whatever accomplishments I’ve achieved during that time, I wasn’t feeling truly alive or happy. Existing and breathing versus feeling fulfilled and happy are two totally separate things. When she came back, everything changed for the better. If she ever falls out of love with me or if we’re ever torn apart once more, I don’t know if I can ever survive and move on from that again. I don’t know if I’d have the strength to be that numbed and heartless person once again.

MC gave me back the heart that I’ve lost, and I’d never want to lose my way ever again… I keep thinking about her and us. Somehow, though, there are times that I feel a pang of pain lance through my heart as my mind and heart fight to reconcile and accept the fact that the happiness that I’ve been feeling since she came back is all real and well-deserved.

The door opens and then locks, and I hear footsteps approach the living room.

I smile as MC comes to me, telling her, “Welcome home! Did you have fun?”

With a happy nod, MC says after she kisses my cheek, “I did! I bought cake from that favorite bakery of yours. Why don’t you take a break and I’ll prepare a snack for us?”

“You didn’t get anything for yourself? Nothing interesting at the boutiques..?”

MC shakes her head shyly. “I don’t buy things unless I need them. Plus, I have more than enough of everything. I already had fun browsing through things and hanging out with Ryoko.” She then smiles more warmly and tells me, “Let me go to the kitchen and put away everything. I’ll join you shortly.”

I nod and then watch MC go.

Sydney stirs a little, approaching me...

I then grin at Sydney, whose hide I affectionately stroke before she decides to go to her resting place. I chuckle, recalling that she’s such a creature of habit. It’s actually around that time that she either takes a nap at her room or a swim at Pandora.

After a little while of rummaging through the boxes, I decide to take a break. I get up from the couch and then join MC in the kitchen.

I see that MC has a tray with tea for us to share along with two slices of cake. I approach her, embracing her from behind as I ask while I whisper in her ear, “May I carry that for you?”

“Sure….” MC says with her customary sweet smile.

That smile of hers…. It gets me every time, and I can’t help but smile myself….

The two of us then walk back together in the living room, with me handling the tray for our afternoon snack and then setting it down on the coffee table. We then take the time to enjoy the first sips of tea followed by a bite or two of cake.

“Are you all right, Taki?”

I blink, surprised by the question. “I’m fine… Why do you ask?”

“You just looked a bit sad when I walked in the door.”

I then search for the mistletoe wreath which I earlier laid on the couch, take it, and then show it to MC…my gaze not leaving her. “What does this make you think of…?”

MC stares at the object in my hand and then inquires, “That’s a mistletoe wreath – right…?”

I smile and nod, “Yes, it is…”

MC tilts her head a bit, lets out a soft sigh, and then smiles nostalgically. “It brings back memories. Remember the school Christmas Fair?”

“I sure do. Ten years ago. That year was our first Christmas season as boyfriend and girlfriend. That was also our last Christmas season together until 10 years later.”

“Until now… We’re greeting Christmas together this year just like we always did in the past. You’ll be the first person I greet Merry Christmas. I’ll be the first person you greet, too.”

“I know…”

MC looks at me for a long while. She then places her plate down and reaches for my hand, affectionately clasping it. "I love you. You know that, don’t you?"

I smile generously as MC’s words fill my heart with such warmth. “And I love you, too…” Our gazes then lock, and moments later I admit to her, "I don’t want anything to tear us apart ever again. The 10 years we had apart was more than enough."

MC smiles and faces me. She lifts her hand and touches my cheek. “I don’t want to be apart from you ever again, either. So is there anything that I can do to ease your sadness?”

“I’m not sad. In fact, I’m very happy. So happy that–”

“–You’re afraid that it’s too good to be true?” MC still stares back at me, her eyes expressing so much emotion that I feel that I’m melting from her gaze.

There’s a long pause between us before MC breaks the silence and says, “I feel the same way sometimes, too. You’re too good to me, Taki. So good that I always hope to be the woman you deserve.”

My heart clenches. I take the hand that touched my cheek earlier, bring it close to my lips, and kiss it reverently. I tell that hand’s owner, “You deserve the best, MC. What you said just now…? Sometimes I think that way, too…that I need to be better so that I’ll always be the man to make you happy.”

The two of us then exchange smiles, and I see MC get teary-eyed.

My heart feels that it’s about to burst from the emotions flooding it, especially when I see a teardrop stream down MC’s cheek. I whisper to her, “I never want to make to cry. I’m sorry if I got nostalgic for a little while.”

“They’re tears of joy because you make me happy and feel so loved everyday…”

As tears threaten to pool at the corners of my eyes, I kiss MC on the forehead with such affection. I then kiss her on the lips, the gesture reflective of my state of mind and heart regarding her and us.

As the minutes pass between that shared kiss, the kiss escalate to smoldering and explorative…with me pouring my heart out to MC, trying to tell her whatever I could not express in words through the series of lingering kisses between us.

MC moans into the kisses, wrapping her arms around my neck and drawing herself closer to me.

My breathing deepens a bit and I kiss behind MC’s ear. I then catch the light scent of her perfume as I plant kisses near her jaw line. My kisses then travel back to her lips.

MC draws closer to me and then cards her fingers into my hair as our lips meet. She takes the mistletoe wreath from my hand and then holds it above her head, claiming my lips. She lets out a low moan as she moves to straddle my lap through my prompting. Her hair falls over her features as she sits up slightly, drawing my lips with hers. She seems content knowing what her body, mind, and heart tells her. She lets our lips part and smiles at me before leaning in, quickly plundering my mouth with her tongue.

Closing my eyes as I sit up, my mouth welcomes her as the kiss between us deepens. Having her on my lap excites me, this moment between us right now feeling so right. As I kiss her, my hands unbutton her blazer and reveal the spaghetti-strapped white shell that she wears underneath her jacket. My hands ghost through the sheer silk top that she wears, the flimsy yet smooth fabric being the only intrusion between her skin and mine.

MC smiles as she hold her arms out slightly, helping me with my work of undressing her before she affectionately nuzzles into my neck.

I then unzip the white silk top that MC wore, revealing the white lace bra that keeps her covered. I look into her eyes with a pursed-lipped smile, my eyes lighting up as I feel right about what I’m doing. So I kiss her, drawing her closer to me as I unfasten her bra. Once her breasts were bare, my kisses begin to travel down to her neck and then her breast –suckling and nipping one nipple as my fingers ghost and tease the other breast into excitement. My lust consumes me even more, and I feel my manhood harden against against her body.

MC moans softly, her head falling back as she gently rocks her hips against me. Her entire body trembles with need, her lips part slightly as she holds me close to her body. Her fingers work on the buttons…eventually slipping off the shirt that I wore and leaving me bare-chested for her eyes to see.

My breath hitches as MC runs her fingers down my exposed chest, gently flicking her nails across nipples and down over my stomach. Her eyes darken as she sits there, a soft purr coming out of her throat.

I let out a soft chuckle, telling MC as lust courses throughout my body, “Someone’s being naughty…”

MC whispers back to me, “It’s the Season… And we have mistletoe…. It’s bad luck to refuse a kiss or anything from you…”

“Well, let every day be Christmas then…” I say to MC as my desire for her intensifies. I gently take the mistletoe wreath from her, placing it on the side and then focusing all my attention on her as I whisper in her ear, “Give me all of you…”

Feeling much more excited and aroused, I have my kisses travel back up. I reclaim MC’s lips, kissing her with such fervor and desire. The two of us momentarily stand up, our hands focused on freeing me from my belt, pants, boxers, and socks. Afterwards, she straddles my lap once more – our shared hungry kisses never taking a pause as I’m now fully naked for her.

My hands rest on MC’s hips which eventually prompt my fingers to unfasten and unzip her skirt. Once that’s done, one of my hands ghost over her bare back while the other hand had my fingers explore and caress the fabric of her underwear and the smooth skin of her butt and legs.

“Taki…” MC moans as she moves her hands down my shoulders, gently moving the digits carefully over the skin, paying attention to each inch of flesh that her fingers can find. Her body is on fire as she sits there, whining softly as she continues to rock her hips against me.

I have had enough….

“Cling on to me….” I tell MC in-between planted kisses.

I then carry MC to the bedroom and then once her feet touch the bedroom floor, I strip her of all of her clothes and she straddles me once more. I then close my eyes and resume kissing and nipping her neck and breasts once more, our yearning for each other greater than how it was when we were in the living room.

MC whispers in my ear as she takes in the sensations from my greedy kisses, “Don’t stop…”

I then let out a sigh and my eyes light up from MC’s words. My hands trail teasingly over her body while that smile of mine widens.

With dancing eyes, MC’s hands move down and probe what’s underneath her.

My breathing deepens as lust further claims me, my manhood definitely harder. My legs feel how MC’s already wet and ready for me.

MC’s fingers gently trail down…ghosting over my skin until they reach my shaft. Once it gets to her intended destination, my stomach clenches in anticipation.

Closing my eyes, my breath hitches a little as my manhood feels MC’s fingers continue toying with me… It feels so good that I’m about to lose my mind and whatever’s left of my self-control.

“Taki…”

Without warning, MC lifts herself and arches her body downward onto my head, her head rolling back as a moan bubbles out of her throat.

I take in a deeper breath at that same moment as MC’s heat engulfs me. I claim and plunder her lips once more, egging her on to give each other more of ourselves.

After taking a moment to adjust, MC rocks against me. She buries her head in my neck to moan. She lets her hands curl loosely around my shoulders as she moves slowly and closes her eyes.

My mind and heart feel full of MC and us, for I think that she’s enjoying the feeling of completion that comes from us becoming one…for that’s exactly how I’m feeling right now. I love this woman so much… She’s the most precious person that has ever been in my life – past, present, and future.

As I breathe in much deeper, my body writhes from the sensation of being inside MC. My hands trail over her bare skin, feeling such warmth and softness. My touches express a mixture of gentleness, passion, and need…my head thrown back a bit to hear MC moan close to my ear as she plants kisses on my neck. I know that my shaft aches so badly in need, even though I’m already inside her.

And so I delve into MC deeper, harder, faster…the two of us synching up to our own bodies desires while fulfilling each other’s carnal needs.

My lust is pushing me to take MC with such wanton and animalistic way, but the other half of me wants to be gentle and prolong the agony for release. My hands then travel down her waist and then rest on her hips, one hand feeling the fullness and firmness of her butt…making me want her even more. I hungrily kiss her as she moves above me, my shaft going in and out of her.

When MC breaks out of our kisses, I watch her with a smile on my face…both aroused and feeling so in love with her as we take each other…such an innocent-faced beauty who knows how to pleasure me. I’m so happy. I feel so complete. I feel so blessed. I know from the bottom of my heart that I love her over and above myself.

Eventually, I grab MC’s hips…positioning her in such a way so that I can go far deeper inside her and I thrust in and out of her….moving in sync along with her movements and needs…my breathing now more ragged and some of my own moans escape from me.

MC’s head falls back, her eyes glazed as she moans while moving in sync with me. Her body burns from my lightest contact. Her breathing becomes ragged and her body trembles she becomes slicker around my shaft.

As I thrust in and out of MC, my one hand follows the contours of her body from behind. My other hand works on having my fingers ghost over and tease her nipples and breasts. I take a deep breath and at times close my eyes when spikes of pleasure course through me, hoping to fan the burning lust building higher and higher inside me. I’m in the brink as I feel her walls tighten around me once more, but I want to see her… the sight of her being on top of me naked as she rides me turns me on to no end. I piston in and out of her faster, harder, and deeper…knowing that she likes it as well….

MC lets out her soft cries and moans, the sensations I’m feeling while inside her telling me that she just came for me once more. Her walls pulse and clench around my shaft as her face is now veiled with a look of pure bliss on her delicate features. She cries out even more for me, with her now working even harder to give me sweet release. The way her body moves tell me that she hungers more of my heat deep inside her, just as I crave more of her heat to swallow me completely. I’m more than willing to hold a little longer if it means that it’ll sate her.

My gaze rests on MC, not wanting to miss even a second of her every move and expression as she rides me.

Tossing her head back, MC lets out another cry – this one louder as the intense rocking causes her to fall over that figurative edge once more. Her back arches as she guides my thrusts, crying out in pleasure as each thrust seems to coil deep within her and the angle allowed my shaft to hit that right spot repeatedly. Her beautiful face and skin are flushed as carnal fire curls through her body and makes her cry out more from pleasure each time.

My eyes, most probably darkened with lust as we speak, gazes at MC. Feeling her walls tighten around my shaft and then pulsate, I come after I make one last thrust inside her. My hands grip her hips as I fill her, my ragged breathing turning into a deeper one as I let the sensations of our lovemaking course through me. I let out a groan as I feel my warmth and as well as hers mingle inside her, my heart still pounds with desire along with the adrenaline that runs throughout my body.

MC and I share ravenous kisses as we allow the sensations ebb throughout our bodies…those hungry kisses slowly but surely taming themselves, revealing more of the affection and deep-rooted love that we have for each other. I then hold her close to me, positioning myself so that I continue to stay inside her as we lie down on the bed.

MC lies on top of me while I stay inside her, the two of us feeling the waves of lust continue to course through us. Our craving for each other is now all being expressed in such mutual affection as I caress her back and stroke her hair while she plants kisses on my chest before she rests her head. I can feel my rapidly beating heart placate itself slowly but surely, and I can still feel the heat from her body and the silky smoothness of her fair skin.

I let out a deep contented sigh, closing my eyes and feeling at peace being with MC. I don’t move for a while, basking in the afterglow.

MC smiles gently as she then lies beside me, her eyes slowly drifting closed as she snuggled against me. She drapes her arm on my waist as I draw her closer to me. She tries to stifle her yawn.

“I love you…”I whisper to MC as I lift my hand and tuck the stray hairs behind her ear.

“I love you, too, Taki...” MC whispers back before she gently nuzzles into my neck. I can tell that she’s doing everything that she can to stay awake. But maybe she’s like me right now – sated and wanting to bask in the sensations and emotions that we’ve shared in each other’s arms.

Contentedness as well as the joy of just being close to her curl throughout my body…it’s too much to take, but I won’t have it any other way.

MC snuggles into me even more as another coo-like yawn escapes from her. She then finally falls asleep, looking so innocent and peaceful.

I may be awake, but I feel that sense of peace rest in the core of my being. Watching her sleep so peacefully in my arms brings me back to that time – a time when life was happy and simple. Ten years might have passed from those days, but gazing at her face while she sleeps beside me makes me feel redeemed from a decade’s worth of transgression, resentment, cold-heartedness, and loneliness.

I now smile, my heart feeling that dam of emotions for her give in. My eyes feel wet from tears, and I smile more as my effort to hold them back. I then soak in on the reason why the tears are there in the first place – I am happy and feeling blessed beyond measure.

And so I tell MC in my mind, “Thank you… I can never thank you enough for coming back into my life and loving me. God knows how much I love you, so stay by my side forever.”

I kiss MC’s forehead, and then I close my eyes as I take in her scent which brings me such comfort. Memories of that storage room and our shared kiss under the mistletoe bring such nostalgia in me.

As I think about the happier parts of our past together and how it now connects to our present, I offer my thanks and pray, “Please…. Let me always be the man worthy of her love… Let me be the one to always bring her joy. With everything that I have and am, give me strength to keep her safe and happy….”

MC and I sure have just added another fond memory involving mistletoe wreaths. Those memories along with the mistletoe wreath bring a hope that placates all of my fears and doubts.

When I think about it, the mistletoe wreath carries another message that further warms my heart – the barks, twigs, and branches over time turn change from brown to a golden hue. Instead of wilting and fading, they memorialize themselves throughout the years…becoming more precious and golden as it ages. MC and I.... Our love’s meant to stand every trial. Our love’s meant to stand the tests of time. She should take heart and comfort in that truth, and so do I. She deserves to be happy. I deserve to be happy. She and I deserve each other, and we will face our love and happiness together.

And so before I join MC in sated sleep, thoughts of mistletoe wreaths and the message of hope and reassurance it brings fill my mind and dreams.

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