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"Okay, look man, I really am sorry for whatever I did to deserve this."
"Too late to apologize now, Y/N."
You sat at your dinner table, shoulder to shoulder, with Kusuo. It was nearly silent throughout the whole apartment. The plate in front of you was empty and you could hear the extremely quiet sound of the food cooking behind you.
"Besides," Kusuo broke the rising anxiety provided by the silence. "You promised you'd repay me, right?"
You gave the waiting male a silent nod while he lightly ran his hands up your arms.
"Your food's nearly done. Bring your plate."
***
Nearly as soon as you walked into the kitchen, something was wrong. You couldn't tell what exactly was off but you were not about to let it slide. Fear or something similar crawled up your spine.
"Hey, Kusuo? Does something feel a little wrong-"
Finally making eye contact with your friend, you figured out what was wrong.
He was shirtless.
"What the fuck are you doing?" You laughed out, nearly dropping the plate you held.
He turned to you with a serious expression mixed with a smirk.
"I'm sure you won't be laughing soon. Remember, your actions can have consequences."
"Yeah, yeah, fuck head. I doubt you'll do anything serious."
The pink-haired male simply smiled and placed some food on your plate, watching you eat it carefully.
"Y/N is joking, right? S-She takes me seriously! I can prove myself to her!"
"...why the fuck are you looking at me like that?"
"Sit on the counter."
"Why would I sit on the counter?"
"Get on the fucking counter."
"That's kind of rude of you, Kusuo." You pushed your plate to the side reluctantly and pulled yourself up on the counter. Letting your legs dangle off the side, you noticed Kusuo looking at you with a wide, innocent, smile.
"Are you going to apologize for being a dick all of a sudden?" You crossed your arms angrily.
"I-I'm sorry. It's kind of the only way you'll listen to me!" He took a few steps forward. Shamefully, you looked at the tile on the floor. You felt bad for being slightly bitchy to him.
"I'm sorry, Kusuo. I should probably be a little nic-"
Immediately, you stopped talking. The pink-haired male's hand caressed your cheek. With every word you said, he inched closer and closer until he was right between your thighs.
"Do you know how I feel?" He simply asked. You shook your head. "Y/N, Nothing you could ever do would make me stop loving you. Hell, you could spit on me and tell me I'm worthless and..." Before he could finish his loving confession, he trailed off.
"You...You love me?"
"I do. A lot."
Before the fear could take over your body, Kusuo kissed you. His hands trailed up your thighs and onto your waist, pulling him closer to you. So close, in fact, that you could feel his boner pressing on your thigh.
"I don't want to ever let you go." Kusuo's whiney voice popped back into your head while he continued to ram his tongue down your throat. "God...this feels so...right."
His eyes remained closed as you stared at his face. Kusuo's hands pressed against your back and pushed you tightly against him, letting your legs wrap around his back.
Eventually, your fear from his sudden confession turned into lust. You knew, deep down, that you loved him back.
"Is this okay?" The kiss was suddenly broken off. "P-please...I want to love you and I want you to love it."
You smirked. Your predictions about Kusuo not being able to dominate you were becoming true.
"It's better than okay. I want this too but maybe you should be on the counter."
"No! I'm fucking done with your cockiness. You need to feel good too and it's pissing me off that you aren't."
You rolled your eyes, wrapping your hands around his neck.
"Not my fault you're so cute when you're begging." Laughing it off, you saw Kusuo's serious expression.
"Maybe you should beg as well."
"The only begging I'll do is for you to be submissive again."
Both of you stared at each other for a while, occasionally glancing at the lips of the other or grinding softly against a body part. A few seconds ticked down like hours until Kusuo broke the silence.
"I want to fuck you."
The sudden bluntness caught you off-guard.
"Uh...Wh-What?" You could feel your face grow a little hot.
He still didn't respond but only let his words linger in the air.
"We can't. I mean, like, I don't want to get pregnant or something."
"...Can we do what we did last time?" Patience laced his voice while he tightened his grip around you.
"I mean if you want to end up begging to cum again." You giggled playfully and attempted to slip off the counter.
"Stay up there. I want to...try something."
His hands began to trail down your thighs until he reached the middle. Kusuo continued to stare at you while he removed your underwear from under your school uniform.
"You sure you can do this? I don't want you to get embarrassed or anything."
He gave you a cheeky smile and rolled his eyes while his hands caressed your inner thigh.
"I can do this! I really want to do this."
You didn't respond as shudders ran up your spine while odd whimpers came from the male. He sounded like he was enjoying your own pleasure more than you were. Again, your normal personality came out and you became overridden with cockiness.
"W-Wow," You stuttered out, attempting to make fun of him so you could take control, "You seem to be enjoying this..."
He ground his body against your clit and spoke back in an angry but soft voice, "And you aren't."
"No, don't get me wrong, I'm enjoying the cute little sounds you're making."
"Please Y/N, I really need this." His angry tone had dispersed and he had turned into a more pleading tone.
"Fine, fine. I trust you, Kusuo. I'll shut up now."
He grinned madly and pulled you into a kiss, continuing to get closer to you. You could feel the tent in his pants grow and edge into you.
The only thing between you and Kusuo was his school pants and you doubted that they would be on for much longer.