Based off the song 'spice' by Len Kagamine. Of course, mature themes.
The blonde turned and tossed in his bed all night, a clear sign of his restlessness. It didn't surprise him when his phone started blaring out rock music at four am. He reluctantly picked up the phone to hear feminine screeches along the lines of 'Who are you with?' and 'What are you doing?'
He held back a chuckle and replied calmly and shut off the phone. He turned his head and looked at the sleeping pink haired girl next to him. His body shook so much it hurt with the tremors from all the laughter he held back.
Did she forget about sweet, hot nights they had together when his body was next to hers? Ah, they're all the same, but its so much more fun to have more then one at a time. He got up and dressed, leaving that one nightstand at the back of his mind.
As a college student, he spent hours on end in the library studying. That is of course, when he isn't playing with a woman. He left his books on the table and went back to the shelves, hesitantly looking for a few more to go through. He heard light footsteps approach him and he turned his head to look at who it was.
The pink haired girl, again. Her face was a little flushed but she stared at him intently. He looked at her more carefully now, seeing as he didn't do properly last night. Her long pink hair was tied back in a high ponytail that reached her waist in length. She wore a short denim mini-skirt and pink tank top, with a denim jacket over that. She wore a little too much mascara around her blue eyes, but he chose to ignore that fact.
He smirked as small talk ensued. Same old, same old; he should really expect this to happen more often. Girls need to remember a one-night stand means one night only. He wrapped his arms around her waist and sucked on her bottom lip, making her growl naughtily.
He licked the rest of the bittersweet syrup from around his mouth and smirked playfully at the girl. Her breath was still running quick as she fixed her skirt and wiped the sweat off her brow. They hastily said their goodbyes and exchanged numbers.
The blonde man watched her leave the library and continued studying as if that short encounter never even happened. And in his fast life, it practically didn't.
The teal haired girl slowly led him up the stairs of the building and opened up the door to the roof. He quietly mused how she seemed so shy about this, despite the fact they'd been classmates for a while. He was surprised at himself, seeing he hasn't slept with her already. He pushed her against the wall as soon as she closed the door, and thoroughly ravaged her lips with his own. She moaned out as his lips trailed down her neck. His hands gripped her thighs and wrapped them around his waist. He could feel her core heating up and he smirked into her skin. Someone this excited would surely be fun to play with.
He sat at the table, idly staring out the window. His blue haired friend sat down with two bowls of ice cream in hands. He handed the brown one to the blonde, while he himself settled for a vanilla.
It was refreshing for him to get away from girls and hang out with some of his guy friends, despite how irritating some of them might be. But oh well, at least the ice cream was good.
He spotted a blonde girl walking past the shop. He quickly typed his own number into his phone and put down on the table face up. The girl smirked and quickly memorized it. His eyes turned back to his blue-eyed friend as he continued to talk about all the different flavors of ice cream and not being able to pick. Ah, the innocence of the food lover is unbeatable it seems.
The blonde fixed his belt and steadied his breathing as the girl on her knees wiped her mouth on the back of her hand and quickly left the apartment, saying something along the lines of 'I'm going to be late!'
If he recalled well enough, he could remember most of her. She was practically a feminine version of him, except with boobs.
A sad thought came across his mind as he looked out the window. He remembered his friend, or perhaps his used to be friend, from his childhood. Maybe he could still remem- yes, he could still remember her face. Bright yellow eyes, bronzed skin and long blonde hair tied into a side ponytail.
He remembered the time when she was sweet and loving with him. He banged his head against the wall multiple times, but he couldn't get the thought out of his mind. He could the blood flowing past his eyes, but he still couldn't forget it.
iHe saw her running and crying, screaming at her once was friend "I hate you! Don't ever talk to me again!"
He tried to explain everything, how it wasn't his fault, because it honestly wasn't. But it was too late. She was already running away from him. /i
The blonde man bandaged his head and sat on his bed. If he couldn't love anyone after her, he'd just go looking for her. Even if it meant he'd have to go through a thousand women just to find her.
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