One-shots that I have written about various J-Rockers, that I decided to put together in one place. This is Volume II as Volume I was submitted to the Watty Awards 2021 and had to be marked 'Complete' before submission. So here is it's continuation...
AN: New one, folks. Warning for my Uruha lovers, he is my bad guy in this. So expect some meanness directed towards him in here. Adult themes throughout folks. CW: Emotional & Mental Abuse. Cheating. Mild misogyny. Sexual content.
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An arched back. Breaths coming in pants. Nails dragged across back and shoulders as sounds of romance filled the air. Porcelain skin contrasting beautifully against warm fawn. As bodies undulated in a manner all too unique to the dance of love. Ears pricked as each other's names fell in gasps from swollen lips, made so by passionate kisses and nips of affection. Two becoming one briefly before they'd be forced to become two once more. Both fitting together as though perfectly molded for one another.
I woke with a horrified gasp as I shot up in bed. My body was aching with need and my face blazing in embarrassment. My breath was short, as I tried to catch it and normalise it once again. What the fuck!? Looking over to my left side, I saw Uruha sleeping soundly beside me and I cringed. If anyone should be with me in a dream like that, it should have been him. But, shamefully, it hadn't been.
It would have been understandable if it had been some rando celebrity but it hadn't even been that! No, it was the worst possible scenario. The identity of my dream man had been unmistakable. The dirty blonde hair, Jackalope tattoo on one arm and the words 'Overcome All Difficulties' on the other was enough on their own. But when combined with the scent of tobacco, woodsy musk and something uniquely them, it made it even more screamingly clear. Ruki. It had been Ruki.
I shuddered as I pulled my legs up to my chest, my arms coming around to hug my knees. I dropped my head on top of them and felt tears pricking my eyes that I had squeezed shut in frustration. Not again. Why did it have to happen again!? These dreams had occurred four times in the past two months. Always sexual in nature and always with Ruki at their center. The first dream had made me feel weird of course but I had chalked it up to my subconscious just glitching out on me because he was, after all, an attractive man and so, so sweet and lovely. But when it happened again and then again. I had progressively felt more and more guilty. As well as growing more confused and ashamed with each new dream that occurred.
I shouldn't be having such illicit dreams about one of the best friends of my boyfriend. It wasn't right and it felt like I was betraying Uruha in my unconscious state. Nor should I be enjoying them so much, or having a secretive part of me kind of hoping that I would keep having them. It made no difference that I had also suspected Uruha to be playing away from home for a while. But even with those suspicions, it still didn't make what was going on in my subconscious right or OK. I wasn't cheating on him in the waking world, so why was I seemingly doing it in the sleeping one?
I sighed in resignation as I slipped out of bed. I couldn't sleep beside Uruha now. Not after what I had just been doing and with who in my dream. It felt wrong. Of course I knew this made very little sense. A dream was a dream. Nothing but flights of fancy and fantasy. But even so, I couldn't bring myself to remain beside Uruha tonight.
