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"Why didn't you tell me you were going out for so long?" Rindou asked, his hands on his hips, looking at me with a serious face. "eh..." I trailed off when he took the bags from my arms, carrying it to the kitchen, sighing.
I looked down at my red palms, and shook them off. i went into my room without telling anyone, not even wanting to bother Rindou with his current pissed state now. staring into empty space, i basically had nothing to do, it's only 3pm. isn't it weird to take a shower now-? eh, who cares, we don't have to go out anyways.
I took a warm shower, steam coming out of my palms, the water racing on my cheeks, closing my eyes for relaxation. my hand was placed over my stomach, when i suddenly heard a light grumble, "instant noodles?" I mumbled, turning off the shower tap.
I spotted some comfy clothing, an oversized sweater with baggy pants, wearing only socks with black sandals. Then, I stared at the hair dryer... nope, I'm too lazy. I headed towards the door, with a towel around my neck, and just in time, Rindou opened the door.
"oh." we said at the same time, looking at each other. he was wearing his casual clothes, dark blue sweatshirt with a chain necklace, cross embroidered baggy jeans, and some chain earrings.
"it's literally fucking 3pm." he grumbled, entering my room without permission. "don't care. and why- oh yea! help me dry my hair!" he shot me a glare, unwilling to help me. "pleaseeeee!" I pleaded him more, stomping my feet on the floor, intertwining my fingers together.
"fine." He went into the bathroom after me, and grabbed the hair dryer, plugging it into the wall. as the hair dryer blew its full power, my eyes couldn't help but to travel to his face time to time, his warm hands touched my scalp, eyes focused on the hair dryer, his lips were slightly parted, head tilted to the left slightly, i can see his finger, his sweatshirt pulled up to his wrist.
just why does he have to be so attractive?
I placed both of my hands on the side of my cheeks, it- was warmer than usual. yes, the bathroom itself was hot already, with no ac, but why does it feel like it's warmer than usual? I looked at myself in the mirror, my cheeks- were cherry pink, as if I put on some make up.
"you okay?" his tone seemed to be more calmed down from before, i only nodded without really listening. "you're red." He placed the hair drying on the side, and gripped my shoulders, turning me around, my hands were behind, sneakily making its way to the hair dryer.
He placed his hand over my forehead, and his eyebrows shot up slightly. "wow...um. is it really that hot here?" he asked himself, looking around. "Rindou..." I looked down, finding his socks more interesting. "yeah?" i dropped my hands, along with the hair dryer (it's still in my hand tho).
"i-um." my finger made its way to hair dryer top, ready to leap in action. "i-i...lik- wait no... i love..." i blinked, biting my lip, avoiding his eye contact. he widened his eyes, his hands slowly making the way back to himself.
"I LOVE ANNOYING YOU!" i shouted with a teasing smile on my face, i turned on the hair dryer and blew it right on his face. with his instincts, he grabbed my wrist and used his thumb to turn off the hair dryer. great, a sweat was going down my spine, shiver me timbers.
he looked at me with droopy eyes, rather with an annoyed expression. "not funny." he snatched the hair dryer and unplugged it. "you're not doing anything, after all that?" i asked, walking out of the bathroom, as the cold air hit my cheeks. in the corner of my eyes, i think i saw him grinning to himself slightly, putting the hair dryer back, maybe planning a payback?
hope it's not bad.
nah.
anything planned by Rindou is bad.
he gave me a stare, then joined me sitting on the bed. silence covered it for us. "is that a way of confessing to me?" he grinned, giving me a side eye glance. "oh shut up." i spatted back, rolling my eyes.
"you mispronounced i love you." he chuckled lightly.
"fuck off." i couldn't even comprehend what happened next, it was too fast. but as i realised the position i was in, i gulped. he was hovering over my frame, his grip on both of my wrist tight, his knee in between my legs, his lips inches away.
his violet irises glowed on top of mines.
"you really i'm not going to do anything back to your fucking play?" he whispered, leaning in more, his lips touching my earlobe. at that point, i had no choice but to swallow the lump in my throat.
"do you remember what i said about... three days ago?" he asked, his face moving down to my neck. the best thing to do in these situations are, to stay still and quiet.
nope, that was not a good idea.
"naughty girls always get punished~"
he smirked against my neck, his hot breath flaming. i slowly breathed, my chest moving up and down, my heart jumping out of my ribcage, i felt like like my chest was going to break.
"shy, aren't ya?" somehow, i couldn't stop him from doing what he was doing now, and no one has ever done this to me either.
i'm a virgin, remember?
he sucked my neck, like some vampire, making my knees numb, i tried to hide my moan, shutting my eyes.
his tongue licked down to my sensitive part, and i couldn't help but to moan. "Ri-Rin-dou-" i couldn't move my hands, because he was trapping me. but he ignored me and kissed my sensitive part hungrily, like a beast.
"s-st-top." was all i could whisper, furrowing my eyebrows. i always never really liked sex, people might say it's pleasure, but for me... not really.
because i never tried it.
and i'm not risking it.
he lifted his head, meeting the me with shut eyes, eyebrows stitched, breathing faster then usual. "staying a virgin, huh?" his droopy hues met mines when i flickered it open.
am i really not risking it?
does a part of me tell me to continue?
wait- why would he sex with me if he doesn't even like me? what if he thinks i'm just some whore?
i shouldn't be risking it. i'm not planning to be married anyways.
he letted go of my wrist, and sat next to me, letting me sit up. i rolled my head, and looked at his lips. really? do i really want to do that?
i wasn't even listening to my thoughts, i slowly made my way to his, my hands slipped on to his shoulder, now it was his turn to be surprised. i sat on his lap, and my hands cupped his cheeks while his arms were around my waist.
"j-just kiss me. i-i'll take that as my punishment." i stared at his lilac orbs, something shining in it. his hand suddenly made the way to my wrist, placing it both down, his index and middle finger holing my chin. he was always too fast.
his pair of lips landed on mines.
fuck myself, my first kiss at the age of 22.
does he want to go rough on me? a bunch of question popped up when i was distracted by a tongue sliding into my mouth without realising, his tongue was already exploring every inch on my mouth like a cave, while my tongue just made its way to his mouth.
he tasted like cologne and honey combined. somehow, it had a rosey flavour. i never knew he tasted so nice.
seconds turned into a minute, before letting me go. a string of saliva connected us, i was so flustered.
"that was your first, wasn't it?" i nodded, staring at his Bonten tattoo.
"it was my first too, with a scaredy cat world-class assassin."
