With lazy eyelids and heavy limbs, you were barely awake as you rolled over onto your opposite side. The new position feeling far more comfortable than the other, the sheets and bed calling out your name only to drag you further into a pool of slumber. Only, the calling of your name kept going until it was rather annoying, loud, and sounded a lot like your overly friendly horseman friend.
"Aye, Y/n, dontcha' have stuff to do today?" The tall male spoke near your ear as he hovered over your bed, leaning down and grinning as he watched you stir to hug your pillow closer to yourself.
"What're you talkin' bout Strife? s' Saturday. Schools out." A moment passed, Strife letting out a huff. It took you only a few seconds for your eyes to open wide, your body to jolt, and a massive rush of adrenaline shoot through your veins. "Oh fuck! What time is it!"
"Time for you to get a wat-"
"9:40!? I've gotta' meet Jonah at the Cafe in twenty minutes!" You cut off the riders remark, throwing yourself out of bed and jumping past him towards your closet.
"Jonah? That human guy you're always hangin' 'round?" Strife half yelled, regaining his balance after you racing by.
"Well yeah, he's my best friend. I promised him I'd hang out today, he said it was important." you were digging through your clothes, throwing a shirt followed by some jeans at your horseman friend. He instinctively caught them, looking at the attire in his hands. Tossing the denim to your bed, he held the shirt up by the 'spaghetti straps' you told him it was called. The shirt was definitely low in the top of the front and appeared like it would only cover the upper half of your torso, barely.
"Uh, no. You ain't wearin' this top. Pick somethin' else." He threw the garment back at you, giving you a stern glare as the top landed over your face.
"What? Why, it's cute and I like it! I haven't worn it since humanity was resurrected!" You loudly responded, pulling the shirt off your head with one arm.
"Good, continue to not wear it. You might as well tie a ribbon around your breasts if ya' gonna wear that shirt-" the rider covered his pecs with his index fingers as emphasis "-it ain't even a shirt."
"It's enough of on-" your words were silenced by Strife shoving a finger to your lips, he leaned down so he was your height. Even with his mask on, you could tell his expression was a hard, cold stare.
"I ain't lettin' you go see some human boy lookin' like you're some piece of merchandise."
Your breath was caught in your throat, your eyes kept shifting to both of the eye sockets in his mask. In an instant you were fueled by rage, you reached up and smacked him with the top he'd previously thrown back at you. Ignoring Strifes shocked posture as he stepped back, you kept on with your assault on his arm and chest with the shirt. "He isn't like that! It doesn't matter to you how I dress anyway, you aren't my parent and you don't own me!" You gave him a final whack before shoving past him and grabbing your jeans from the bed.
You huffed and scoffed as you made you way to the bathroom to change in privacy. The rider was left in your room, but you weren't shocked to see that he'd migrated to stand in front of the bathroom door once you were finished changing. You gave him a cold glare, realizing he'd removed his mask. "Move, I'm late."
"Not 'till you take that shirt off." he crossed his arms over his chest, giving you a murderous glare.
You'd be lying if you said it didn't intimidate you, but that didn't stop the words flowing from your mouth. "You'd rather I go see him without a shirt?"
Strife chuckled, mentally calling your bluff. "Yeah, sure. Just don't wear that shirt."
Keeping your eyes locked with his, your face slowly began to flush. "You really piss me off sometimes." You crossed your arms in front of you, low enough to grab the front hem of your top. You pulled it off your head quickly at first, but intentionally slowed down the action once your face was covered with the thin material. Removing it fully and giving your hair a flip, you shoved the shirt into the riders chest and moved past him.
Strife was a deer in headlights when he watched you do something so unexpected. His mouth left hung open once you revealed a very lacy bralette. He was nearly going to let you get away with switching to another shirt in peace- until he heard the door unlock.
You were halfway through the door, nothing but a bra and jeans when an arm snaked around your waist and yanked you back. You let out a yelp as the rider pressed you against the door after he'd slammed it shut. His face was incredibly close to yours, one of his hands pressing to your hip to keep you in place and the other against the door beside your head.
"You said you'd rather I go like this, and I have a bus to catch. What changed your mind?" You didn't even want to speak, you were surprised you could even talk with the handsome rider so close to your face.
He let out a low growl, only his expression didn't seem to be anything remotely close to anger. His lips quirked up into that sexy sly grin of his, and you mentally slapped yourself for thinking of your friend that way.
Of course however, it was difficult to do so when he leaned even closer, his lips grazing over your cheek and stopping next to your ear as his hot breath sent shivers down your spine. "You are a smart girl, you should know better than to throw a dog a bone, expecting them to leave it alone." The rider nipped at your ear with one of his fangs, causing a small gasp to emit from your throat.
He pulled his face away enough for you both to look each other in the eyes. "I believe that's the first time I've ever heard you say a full sentence without using a compound word."
Strife chuckled, his hand on the door slowly trailing its way down your side and the other joining halfway from your hip. They rest on your sides, his thumbs playing with the bottom of your bralette. "Then you know just how much you get under my skin, hm?" His voice was low, his chest rumbling enough for you to feel as his chest was ever so slightly pressed to yours.
Not once has your mind told you to reject this attention, even though on any other occasion you turn him down. He's known for his advances, his innuendos, his charm, and not once have you ever failed to push him away. You couldn't help but notice the slowly growing ache between your legs. Letting out a breath you hadn't noticed you held, Strife let out yet another chuckle.
He leaned in once again to the opposite ear from before, trailing soft kisses from your chin, down your jaw, stopping to your earlobe. "All you have to do is say no and the dog will listen."
You could tell he paused, expecting an answer. He let out a questionable hum when he didn't get one, slowly sliding his hands down your sides and over your back. "You're choosing to stay silent, human?" He nuzzled his nose behind your ear, growling softly. "Let's see how long you can keep that up."
Strife gave your ear a sloppy lick as he quickly reached down to grab your ass, picking you up enough in the process to press you to the door and your groins to be level with one another. You bit your lip to keep from making any noises, your hands flying up to grip his shoulders and legs instinctively wrapping around his hips.
Your friends hands stay firmly to your behind, and a very obvious bulge occupying the space between both of your lower regions. Speaking of space, Strifes lips suddenly came crashing onto yours. It took you a second to process what was happening, but as soon as it was put together you took no longer in returning the kiss.
Your arms snaked their way around his neck, and you both lead each other into an ongoing intense heated kiss. It was rough and sloppy, but clearly neither of you cared. His hands gave your bottom a squeeze, and you couldn't help but react with arching your back away from the door, causing your chest to press to his and causing slight friction elsewhere. A low rumble came from his chest as you did this, which only caused you to push towards him even more.
The rider chuckled this time, one of his hands trailing upwards on your side and making its way over your bra. This was the snap into reality you needed, to remember you actually required to breath. You pulled away slightly, enough for Strife to get the message and back off enough to switch the focus of his kissing to the front of your throat, biting you every so often and stopping to suck wherever his fangs got a hold of- hard.
"Remember, you make the calls kiddo." The rider spoke in between his assault on your neck.
"You can start by not calling me kiddo anymore." Your words were more intact than you'd thought, but still broken up by your panting from the previous lack of air. You watched as he moved his face in front of yours, pressing his forehead to you own.
His response was simply a chuckle, followed by, "Yeah, I can see you're definitely no kid. Not with the way you kiss."
A surge of adrenaline rushed through you once more, and you shoved a hand through his hair and one behind his neck to pull him closer once again. You started kissing him, ignoring his shocked face as you practically shoved your tongue into his mouth. His hand below you flew up behind your back to press you against him as much as possible, the other now harshly kneading one of your breasts.
He let out a loud, pleased rumble as you both fought for dominance in the kiss. You wiggled your hips slightly- but intentionally- and grinned when the rider let out a growl before gently biting your bottom lip. Seconds later, he pulled away, silently amused by the soft whine that escaped your lips as he did.
"If you do not stop me now, we will not stop- period." He spoke against your ear, pushing against you so much it would be rendered painful had he not started ever so slightly rubbing his hips towards yours.
"If that's the case, maybe I should go tell Jonah I won't make it to the bus in time." you smirked, turning your face more towards him and pressing your cheeks together. You gasped as his hands flew to your butt again, and he walked over and sat you right on the nearby table.
He gripped your thigh tightly with one hand, the other staying firm in it's place. "Forget the damn bus, your ass is mine." The rider let out a sound you would only believe to come from a feral animal, which both scared and excited you further.
You'd have a tough time explaining yourself to Jonah next time you saw him, as well as hiding all of the marks you knew you'd have.