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Ugh.. that Akehoshi's voice sounds so much more annoying than usual..
"Look, see!! This chain necklace I found fits so well with the new outfit!!~☆ You can touch it, it feels so cool!" Subaru's loud voice echoed off the long walls of the practice room, scratching irritatingly at the insides of Ibara's ears.
Your quieter voice, tinged with excitement made him want to kill Subaru even more- only if he could do that!! Ibara checked his watch for what seemed like the hundredth time today, and barely stifled back a childish groan when he saw the little digital numbers blink back at him. Staring at the ceiling, the only Eden member in the room huffed in irritation, trying to somehow block out the conversation by sheer willpower. His eyes glazed over the ceiling vents, already having counted the number of lights there were a few minutes ago. There were 25 lights but that information was practically useless.
Fifteen minutes have passed, the rest of Eden are late for practice. I'm going to kill them when they get here I swear.. Eden are the top idols, always exceeding their fans expectations, their merch hitting top sales and.. arriving on time! And the fact that none of them would pick up my calls?! Well, except for Jun, but..
Five minutes before, Ibara had called all of Eden's phones, Hiyori and Nagisa not picking up but.. Jun finally called back for a second, started apologizing then got cut off by Nagisa and.. the sound of his phone dropping to the floor. It hung up a second later, with a muffled and tired sigh from Jun.
His eyes darted back towards you against his own will, and Ibara crossed his arms, trying to figure out a way to separate the both of you without being suspicious. The logical part of him nagged at him, telling him it was plain old jealousy, stupid jealousy. To be perfectly honest, it was a bit of a hit to his pride, he would have never thought that he cared about someone this much to the point that he got… jealous over their mere attention. It would take weeks of psychological torture for him to admit that though.
Just watching Akehoshi talk so.. close to them feels like torture already..
Subaru suddenly laughed loudly, laughing like that deranged mouse from Disney except worse. Curly orange hair tickling your neck, he jumped closer to you and instinctively placed a hand on your waist for balance. For a split second, you almost looked like his lips were going to touch yours-
Ibara saw a flash of red in his eyesight and almost lunged and attacked at the damn ginger right then and there, fusion live and laws be damned. He can and will murder him in cold blood. Well, he really would have, if not for the sound of the rest of Eden walking in the room right that second.
"Sorry Viper-kun, we're late!!" Hiyori said, not sounding very sorry at all, "Nagisa-kun here got lost at those fancy rock shops and then- oh~?"
When Hiyori finally looked at Ibara, he could practically see the steam coming from his ears. He would have laughed at how red his face was if the confusion wasn't stronger instead. He opened his mouth to ask, but as their youngest member stomped towards them, blue eyes blazing, Hiyori thought it might be better to not say anything just yet. Ibara kept scolding them for being late, how could you be so unprofessional, ect, ect, ect. Behind him, Ibara didn't notice your irritated face at Subaru for the lack of personal space and you scolding him.
The Eve duo groaned, Jun looking more sorry than Hiyori, and Nagisa silently looked down- none of them knowing they probably prevented Ibara from murdering a certain Trickstar member in cold blood with just his bare hands and a chain.
Office chairs are really comfortable.. wheeeeee-
Spinning in Ibara's chair, you listen to the quiet whirring of the AC, staring at the wall. Waiting for your phone to charge and Ibara to come into his office, you smiled, remembering the fusion live practice and how cool everyone was. Trickstar and Eden were getting along amazingly, an improvement from the past SS. Ibara was still a bit hostile, especially towards Subaru, but honestly that was perfectly fair, everyone who met him would want to whack him too. Personally, you thought Subaru had a.. fascinating lack of personal space but he made up for it in natural idol talent and a knack for the small details in outfit designing.
Wish the instrumental was changed though.. sounds a bit off..
Your idle thoughts come to a halt as the door opens, a bit rougher than usual. In steps Ibara, wearing his usual gray button up shirt and dark jacket. He immediately dropped his bag, practically throwing it onto the floor and then walking over to you.
"Oh!! Hi Ibara, how was practice? Did-" You start rambling, wanting to know more about the live, but your words were cut off by him leaning forward and placing both hands on the chair's armrests, effectively trapping you.
"Wh-"
"Does he not know that we’re together?”
"..That was sudden."
"Does. He?" Ibara says in a lower voice, a lock of red hair falling in front of his face.
You lean back slightly, not out of fear of him, but just to see him better. Never, ever, have you ever felt like he were to hurt you, he made sure of that. You raise your eyebrows and pause for a second, your scrambled thoughts connecting like puzzle pieces.
"You.. you're jealous.. of him?"
"Well that's what happens when anyone touches you so.. closely." He looks away for a split second, but then forces his gaze back to you, his bright blue eyes shining at you behind his glasses.
"..didn't know you were the possessive type."
His face twisted a bit more into a snarl, his head coming down to meet yours. "Anybody would be pissed if that little ginger bitch keeps getting handsy with what's theirs."
Ibara's mouth moved a bit too close to your neck, his harsh breath fanning across your collarbone and making you breathe a bit quicker, your heart rate picking up.
"Whenever I see him, it's like he purposely tries to piss me off by getting close to you. Does he know that you're mine? I need to.." His face expression changed, eyes zeroing in on your neck and his fingers tracing your cheek. "I need to mark you to show him you're mine. All mine."
Any smart or snarky reply to him just vanished from your mind, just thrown out the window. "..Jealousy seems to be a great motivator for you.” you mumbled, your eyes flitting to his lips, slightly apart.
"It is."
It was like he threw caution to the wind at those words, lunging at your neck and planting his mouth on it, sucking, biting hard, applying enough force so there would be a noticeable mark after he was done. Giving it a long lick afterwards, you let out a sharp gasp, holding onto his jacket for support and pulling him closer in the process.
Almost feverishly, he moved on to other parts of your neck, seemingly going harder every time. Biting one part harshly, you accidentally grabbed into his hair, pulling on it slightly. He hummed in approval into the skin of your neck, the vibrations sending a shiver down your spine.
"Mmh.. that's it.."
The mumbled out praise from you fueled his actions, pulling you closer to him and trailing his kisses and bites downwards.
Fuck, it’s been a long day and now that you have Ibara with you, you just want it to be longer.
You suddenly pull him away, and Ibara is so close to letting out a whine, but he holds it in, and instead takes advantage of the space to pull aside the collarbone of your shirt and lick a long stripe there.
"Mine, mine mine.." Between kisses, Ibara mumbles against the crevice of your neck and shoulder.
"You're really a wreck aren't you Ibara? Worked up because of Subaru?"
"I'm going to kill him after.. after I make you mine.. after you make me yours. All yours.."
"Perfect plan."