Say It Right

by Jazzie-mi

Haruka Nanami has been in love with her favorite idol singer Hayato for as long as she can remember, as fate would have it, she ended up meeting him - but he was a completely different character by the name of Tokiya Ichinose. They fell in love, but, in Haruka's jumbled mind, it became harder for her to differentiate between them.

"Ha-Hayato...!"

Sweat coated her forehead, cheeks were licked bright crimson, and [e/c] eyes were squeezed shut to the piercing, dark stare of Tokiya. His breathing was heavy and was trying his hardest to not stop when she uttered that name. The creaking of the plywood bed frame ceased and the painful pleasure did, as well. Haruka pried her eyes open, slowly, to see what was the matter.

"Haya - T-Tokiya...?"

She caught herself on her mistake that time, flushed from embarrassment. The bluenette's grim expression told her of her transgressions without the need for vocalization : he hated when she would call him Hayato. He wasn't Hayato - he never really was, he was just Tokiya. But, Tokiya wasn't the one Haruka fell in love with first.

He wanted to pull himself away from her, he really did, but that helpless and lost look on her face made him want to punish her for calling him by a different name. His teeth lunged forward, attacking her pure neck; biting, licking, and sucking almost every visible inch of her skin - making her beg and plead and groan out gibberish.

He dared her to say that name again.

"Haya - ah!"

A harsh pinch was introduced to her bruised skin, followed by an apologetic kiss or two before his lips parted generously for his cruel teeth to bite some more. She arched into him, but he leaned away from her touch - she groaned in exasperation, her hands attempting to grasp his shoulders.

Tokiya pinned her arms with just one of his large hands, staring down at her with stern blue eyes.

"Say my name."

He said in a low hum; it wasn't an order, nor was it a question.

"Wh...? T-Toki...ya?"

The bed frame creaked again and Haruka was lurched backwards, a sound of pleasure escaped her throat for a brief second. Pink lips rubbed together and taunted him to kiss them; his teeth greeted her plump lips with a gentle bite or two, tugging lovingly while she made sounds of approval.

Their lips parted.

"That's right...I'm Tokiya..."

The creaks of strained wood grew in tempo, just as the cries of Haruka increased in volume.

"Not Hayato."