She doesn't know how to say no. Not to say no to him—feeling his long fingers slowly riding up her short, red skirt. Not when he's pressed her against the cold wall in her living room, leaving her with no escape. Not with his hot breath against the nape of her small neck. The atmosphere around them grows hot—it feels like a scorching hot, summer day, and it makes her shudder in discomfort.
She lets out a squeaked gasp when his teeth bite down onto her soft skin, a bit humid from the tension around them. Her hands slip into his spiky, brown locks and drags them down to his shoulders in a clumsy motion. The brunette inches her eyes down, just to see if it's really him. Sure, he teases her, all around with his arrogant self, but never tried anything beyond small pecks and innocent kisses—he's still so naïve.
His arrogance is a mask. His popularity to others is nothing but publicity—he gives no fucks for any of his fan-girls.
"Green," she breathes out in small pants, relentless. Her hands ball up the fabric on his shoulders.
A wide smirk presses to her neck—she can feel it as he drags his lips up her neck, and her jaw, then claiming her own lips in a rough kiss that catches her off guard. She shockingly, finds herself kissing him back with a sudden feeling that surges through her body. It's an unnerving feeling—one that she's never experienced before. As he presses his body into hers, she slips her hands into his hair again, balling it up as she eagerly leans in for more.
For once, he wins. And Leaf is okay with that—because in her mind, as he continues his torture, her mind screams yes.