It's 30 minutes past twelve in the afternoon. After my failed attempt to borrow the book I've been queuing for almost 2 weeks, then a minor panic of the horrendous possibility of me failing my exam, and last, deciding to reply Naruto regarding the deal he offered me; I decided to go back to the library, wallowing myself into the other books available for the other subject I also need to work on. It's still better than nothing at all.
It's Sunday, the day which I usually would be working my ass off either for assignment or part time jobs, now feels so nice with the light burden pressing down my shoulders–all thanks to a certain someone who transferred me a crazy amount of money right on our first (and supposed to be last) dinner.
To be frankly honest, I never thought it would be this much. Who in their right mind would spend money worth eight month's salary on my part time jobs, just over a mere dinner? With a complete stranger, to top it off?!
Apparently, he's this kind of unhinged person. When they say money influences how people behave, I'd never lose a heart beat to agree. It's so fucking crazy how his kind of people and my kind of people have this much difference of how we operate our brain.
I had asked him back then, right after my phone dinged and I skimmed through the notification stating the sum of money he just transferred to my account; saying that it was too much and I should return at least half of it back. But he just shrugged, without even heeding what I said then moved on and asking me how I'd like my steak.
The soft gleam of the night lamp caressed him in a hue of warmth. Some instrumental music was on live in the background and the night air felt so fresh, highkey that kind of breeze that could carry away all the pent up burden as I breathed it out. I still stared at him as he explained our order to the waiter without a care in the world. As if we're not in the middle of a fancy dinner in his private yacht, having a private chef ready to cook whatever we want, a mini orchestra was playing live to add on the lavish vibes–yet he acted like it was as normal as how I usually cook cup ramen in a convenience store, seeking warmth from each slurp in the middle of freezing winter. That's how our lives seem to contrast each other.
Only then, a sudden realization hit me, sending waves of past memories that I'd rather be dead than having its awakening. Rather than anything, the realization of how different our lives are had sent me a huge tide of fear and anxiety–of what I'd gotten myself into. Yet on the other hand, seeing how dripping my bank account was after he took care of it had made me feel some sort of security and relief. In all honesty, there's nothing more important for me other than money right now. Call me a material girl, but, babe, I'm just trying to be realistic here? Being a broke college student doesn't really leave me a lot of choices, does it?
What an absurd kind of feeling, I thought.
In the midst of my mind and my feelings clashing against one another, I remembered again how I still had my resolve–of the one time rule Ino had taught me–as I held onto it like a handful of embers within my palm. Playing with money is like playing with fire in the winter. It gives you warmth, yet if you crave for more and being too comfortable around it, it might end up burning you instead. And I'm definitely in no shape to be playing around. What's there in my arsenal that could be my safety net if anything happens?
That's why I had been holding too carefully around him throughout our dinner date, blinking away anytime I drifted off into the comfort of the man sitting in front of me with all the shiny things surrounding him.
He was surprisingly easy to talk to, regardless how different our lives might seem. He's a CEO and I'm a medical student hanging solely on my scholarship to keep my university life going. I thought I was doing a fairly good job by not trespassing our boundary, keeping anything in a moderate point where both parties are comfortable.
What I missed to calculate was the presence of wine between us. When the wine kicked in, all hell broke loose, every precise calculation just flopped like it was never a result of thorough consideration and determination to begin with.
And that was when, all of sudden, I'd forgotten where I was.
Time really flashed before my eyes when he'd laid himself on top of me, skin rested bare and raw, his chest kept slamming against my ears in a rapid rhythm–just as frenzy as the raging beats inside my own–like it was the only anchor holding our being together.
And I'd never felt so alive before. And I felt so alive. So alive, in the grasp of his mercy.
Everywhere he'd touched glowed and burnt a flame so stupendous it would last for an epoch that overthrew history. My skin was only his to claim as he fogged it with his breath, his lips collected beads of sweat as they grazed every inch of the surface, and I'd gasped. And I'd moaned.
I'd moaned his name like it was some sort of sacred litany, pouring it over and over and over and over again as he moved in me, sometimes gentle and the others were rough. Gasps, sobs, chokes–we poured them together in a pure bliss until it took every strength on us even though neither had any left.
Then time really flew over my head and what engraved inside the core of my being is that the rest was heaven. Pure heaven. In its most raw and holy form. Unadulterated by anything. Something even God's hands himself can't touch.
Until I woke up hours later, tangled up with him between his messy sheets, skin to skin that still felt sticky after the not-so brief moment we spent together playing with our true, raw emotion and desires.
That's when I know I really, really messed up. Thinking it wasn't really too late to put back my one time rule together was the other mistake I hate to mention. And that moment he showed up again in my university, was also the moment I realized I'm fucked up.
Maybe that rule was never my choice to begin with. That's one thing I need to accept. Or was it my denial side?
The bell dings as I open the door into the book cafe, one of my part time jobs I decided to keep during the upcoming exam week by weighing some point; one this job doesn't really consume a lot of my energy, two the salary is fairly ok, and three I still can study during my shift.
The owner of this book cafe is a professor majoring in English Lit. of our University–a strong independent woman I adore so much even her presence could throw the straight me shaking. She specifically said we are allowed to study during our shift as long as we can handle the customer well. And you know a book cafe right? This cafe sells books. It also allows the customer to rent, either they read it here or bring the book home. And working here is not at all like working my other part time in a family restaurant. It's never as packed as them during lunch time that keeps us running around to serve the customers. That's what I like most about this job.
"You're here, Hinata." My fellow worker, Shino, greets me. He's also a fellow student in my university, majoring in computer and programming.
"Good work today, Shino-kun." I greet him back as I put down my bag on the desk. "Slow day as usual?"
"Yep. And you're even luckier this time," he replies as he packs his stuff to get ready to finish the shift.
"What do you mean?"
"Boss just called me, saying that somebody is renting the whole place today until closing time. I'm going to put the 'closed' sign up right now."
"T-The whole place?!"
He nods while walking towards the front door to put the sign up.
"But is that even possible?! How about the customers we still have right now?"
"It apparently is. And don't worry, I've made an announcement so they'll empty this place soon enough." He puts on his round, black glasses. Securing his headphones on either side of his head, he greets me one more time before the door swallows him whole, leaving.
"What kind of unhinged thing is this–oh. Crap."
Something is definitely nagging me on the back of my mind, telling me that it feels off and I need to be wary about this.
And my hunch is totally right.
It's proven right when the door dings after everyone has left and the answer is right there with his casual black, knitted turtleneck topped with fancy beige coat and dark gray pants. My eyes refuse to leave him as he brings his leisured steps near. And, just as normal as how my breath comes and goes, I study his appearance: unruly blonde hair left in mid disarray, swaying by the bounce of his steps; whiskers on both his cheeks add a cutesy touch of his overall manly and sharp features; the length of his fingers as they hold two venti cup of steaming coffee, how their veins protrude near his knuckles under the taut blanket of tanned skin; the knitted top hugs his board shoulder and arms like a second skin, emphasizing how thick they are as if it isn't showing enough.
Ever since the first time my eyes fell upon him, he always seems like this. So distinct, unadulterated by his surroundings, separated as something almost holy. A mysterious ray shines beneath the blue of his irises, the kind of blue that could swallow me whole and keep me prisoner behind bars of the abyss of his ocean.
My eyes then scurry lower to the perfect shape of his abs, or his built over all, or the slight bulge between his legs–goddamn, how is it so hard to choose where to look?! Wow just wow. He's perfectly covered in his edgy clothes yet why is it that version of him all I can think of?! Remembering that I got the chance to literally see him without any layers is downright mind blowing. And, the fact that said bulge was once inside me–oh my gosh–
"You alright?"
I don't even realize when he already reaches the counter where I stand still. The quirks on my brows is all I can muster to give him a hint of response.
He chuckles, a low breathy one. "I never thought you'd miss me this much that the first thing you do is standing almost agape in a blushing mess."
B-Blush?!
I hurriedly reach up to cover the heat burning on my cheeks. My brain can barely catch up with everything around me as my eyes reflexively widen when he leans in, placing the cups on the desk, then the soft pad of his tumb caressing my lower lip. "Careful. You might drool."
My body jerks by the touch. "What are you doing–" the words left unfinished as I feel the sudden wave of heat wash over my body. Damn you silly girl.
"Me? I'm taking what I paid for." With a sly grin, he leans back, half sitting on the desk behind him. He tucks both his hands inside his pockets, staring intently at me with his smug face.
"I knew it." I roll my eyes, purposefully for him to see. "I told you I agreed with your offer. So why are you here?"
"I'm never the kind of patient man, just so you know."
"That doesn't mean you can do anything as you please, no?"
"Well, I'm trying. But fairly enough, my money just won't let me." He shrugs.
Ugh I hate him, I swear (kinda affectionately). W-Wait–what?!
I sigh, pretending like I don't care. "I'm working."
"I know." He glances over the place, before focusing back on me. "I'll wait until your shift is over then let's head for dinner together."
"And here I always thought you're a busy man."
"I am," he pauses, tilting his head slightly with half-brows arching, "I just know my priority."
My movement halt, a huge wave of heat is back to make my whole body flush. And just like that, he succeeded to get me flustered, yet again.
And…did I just hear my ovaries shaking?!
Woah.
WOAH.
What a slutty, vulgar way to put it, Hinata.
"You're cute when you blush."
I clear my throat, holding my composure, "Welcome, our dear customer. You can read any book you want or rent it according to our regulations here. Don't hesitate to call me if you need anything. I'll be on your assistance until the closing time."
I bow before getting back to my desk, hands finding to grab anything they can get to distract myself. I ignore him when his jolly laugh fills the room. "Geez, you really never fail to humor me."
By the lack of response I give him, he finally decides to walk around the cafe, skimming leisurely through the rows of books placed neatly on the shelves.
I take my bag from the locker and step towards the reading room. There won't be any customers anyway, so it's better to use the time to study. And by the time he gets back into my sight, all my 'study weapons' are already scattered around the desk. I flip through the pages to find the chapter where I left off from my study in the library a while ago.
Naruto pulls the chair beside me, placing the books he brings on the table, and sips the coffee with a sigh of pleasure. The coffee still puffs up its steam, wafting its relaxing scent that entices my nose. After that, we fall into silence, succumbing ourselves into our own world.
I don't know how long we have been in this silence or how many hours have passed. I have the tendency to lose track of time once I'm focusing myself completely into something, until suddenly something distracts me when I feel a hand brushes my hair, bringing it together to fall behind my shoulder.
I ignore him and just continue taking notes on my book. He, then, grazes my cheek with the back of his forefinger, tracing it gently in an ethereal touch that sends shivers on my spine.
"You're frowning."
"..."
"You just make me want to burn the damn book that dares bother you."
"No it's ok."
"Rest for a while. You still have plenty of time before dinner."
He's right–but I just don't want to lose this right mood and vibes to study. It feels so nice that the material I need to master seems easier than before. The quiet place, the lighter burden on my shoulder, the spare time I can spend solely to prepare for my exam, resulting to my skyrocketed confidence that I'd ace all the subjects just like how I did last time; it's really setting my mood for good. It's as if everything is so perfectly planned for me and–huh?
Oh.
Oh.
"Wait–" I pause and whip around to face him, he pauses his hand by the sudden move. "Did you purposefully rent the whole place just so I can focus on studying?"
"You finally give me attention."
"Answer me–"
"Want me to help you refresh your brain?"
"What–?"
In a fast motion, he leans in and places a soft peck on my lips. "There you go. Don't think about anything else, just focus. I'll wait."
I freeze as a stone. My mouth falls open, yet nothing comes out. Unsure of what to say, unsure of whether my body is still there because it totally becomes unresponsive no matter how hard I try to command it inside my brain. He places his finger on my chin to turn my head back to the books and I just foolishly obey whatever he does to me…? I try to read the train of words written on the pages countless times but they all just go over my head and vanish into the thin air. Instead of focusing, isn't this an instant shut down? My brain just keeps refusing to process anything I read. How am I supposed to focus when the heat is bothering me so much?! It's kinda embarrassing to think of because we clearly have done something way more intimate than this small peck–yet what's this utterly stunned self I've just become?!
Meanwhile Naruto, he continues staring at me with his head resting comfortably on his left palm, elbow propping against the desk for support. His other hand never stops playing with my hair; caressing them so delicately, slipping his fingers through it, or twirling it in a circular motion. It's one of the things I've noticed about him. He really really loves to get touchy and–err what do they call it nowadays…love language? Yea yea whatever it is, his is definitely physical touch.
He brings a wisp of my hair closer to his face before finally sniffing it. I can hear an audible sigh of...pleasure? satisfaction?–escapes his lips.
My breath just seems to freeze as my heart really loses some beats right at this moment.
"Excuse me? You told me to focus yet you're doing something completely otherwise."
"Don't mind me. I'm just trying to distract my hand from groping you breast–"
"My what–?!"
"Breast. They are stunning," he cuts my sentence. "To be frankly honest, my hands have been aching to touch them again since the last time. I bet they do, too," he says that without a care in the world as his eyes drop to look shamelessly at my breast. Gawking. Blatantly ravishing them with that look on his eyes.
"You're crazy."
"You make me." He slowly brings himself closer to me. "Be honest 'Nata, aren't you having these dirty thoughts too?"
Ugh, of course. Right when you entered the room– "No."
"Hoo, is that so…?" he cooes as his arm finds its way to snake on my waist before pulling me closer to him until our bodies meet. "So, what is the reason for this awful red dusting your cheeks?"
Naruto brushes my bang slightly before his fingers fall on the side of my hair and tucks them behind my ear. He lifts my chin with his forefinger, "Because unlike your beautiful face, I can't stare at your breasts so freely and openly like this. I guess, I just have this tendency to crave for something which is harder to get."
By the time he finishes his sentence, his lip has already found its way to meet mine–without even giving me a second to respond. I unconsciously close my eyes, letting all my instinct and body take the lead of what to do, completely surrendering every fiber of my being into the kiss.
He kisses me soft and slow, his fingers draw circles on the small of my back while the other cupping my neck to secure me from slipping away. I lost. I completely lost. He's too intoxicating that there's no no fucking way this body could refuse. My arms lift up to make their way around his neck, trying to circle him to get rid of the remaining space between us. However, my brows furrow when, instead of our body getting closer, I feel him grabbing my arms, stopping their movement midway before they successfully embrace him.
He pulls back and a smirk appears on his face just as fast as how I follow his retreating lips.
"No dirty thoughts whatsoever, huh?" he mocks me.
My eyes drop and my fingers fiddle on the rim of my cardigan, embarrassed. I think he catches on easily to the embarrassment I try to hide because the next thing he does, he cradles my cheek to make our gaze meet while saying, "Let's save it for later." Then he ruffles the crown of my head.
I see him getting back to his book, hand already flying to reach out until I stop him. My eyes stretch wide. Damn, even I–myself is shocked, like what the hell am I trying to do now?!
Fuck. Whatever.
"Let's go. Dinner."
"Right now?" his brows tug up.
"Early dinner, then."
He chuckles. "Someone is impatient, heh?"
I bite my lip. This is not me. This is so not me. What's gotten into me, really? I got the upper hand just yesterday when I got to trick him to get back my student ID. I've nagged myself since then to not get involved again with this man, this dangerous man. But… what's it now? Have I become soft because he made the effort to get me the time I desperately need to study? Or how he knows all the books I need and offers them to me? Or is it because of how nice it feels when he treats me? Or maybe, is it just the result of how good everything has been going for me?
I don't know.
All the countless possibilities, yet I can't seem to pick the right one to support my behavior. Maybe it's just the result of all of them mixed together? Goddamn.
"Oh gosh, what am I supposed to do to you, really?" he mumbles with a breathy chuckle while dragging his hand through his spiky blond hair. He bites his lips when they tugs up forming a smirk, looking at me intensely like a predator contemplating how to cook his prey. "Change of plan."
"Huh?"
"Let's go to my place instead. For dinner."
"Oh."
He brings his face closer then whispers, "...Netflix and chill after that."
W–what?
I can barely digest what he just said when he hurriedly helps me to pack my stuff. His hand grabs mine, clasping it together until he drags me out from the cafe.
I'm no fool, but…Netflix and chill…?
Are we going to…?
My brain is already working in a speedy force as we drive through the town, leading us to where he lives.
He calls it his place when I'd rather call it his…palace? It's not just a sheer place like people would actually imagine. Because, duh, he owns a fucking penthouse? On the top floor of the highest cost building, which we can only find buildings like this no more than our fingers all over the country. To get to his place, we need to scan a special ID in the elevator because the buttons for the floor number can't be found there. It's a private access, thus unless you're invited by the owner of the place, there's no fucking way you can get there on your own.
"2710."
I turn to face him, "What?"
"The special code. You can press it to get to my place since you don't have the card yet."
"Yet?"
"We'll get the card in a few days. I've told them to make it faster but that's the fastest they can. Damn those slowpokes."
"I mean–no? Why would I have that?"
Ding!
"We are here," then he pulls me out from the elevator, completely ignoring my question. And only now I realize that we didn't even bother to let go of our clasping hand like–huh?
I don't remember myself being this okay with physical touch, but…since when? That's the question I need to work on to find the answer later.
I map out this place. How it's totally still the same. Even the smell is exactly as what I remember from last week.
Do I feel bothered? Definitely. All the memories that come surging unbiddenly just makes things worse. Because, I'm not gonna lie, everything we did last week in this exact place still remains so sharp in my memory; every small detail, every sobs and moans and chokes that boomed in the air is perfectly recorded in my mind, every dips and highs of his body that had clashed with mine, every shaky breath I took as he drilled inside me–pushing me to the furthest limit of my sanity.
Throughout the whole early dinner I initiate, I can't seem to pull all my acts together. It's a fucking autumn and isn't the weather supposed to be chilly? It sure is; I still remember how people on the streets were wearing their long coats and boots when we zipped out the road heading to this place. But why on earth am I getting all hot like this?
"...Netflix and chill after that."
Goddammit.
That definitely is.
My eyes keep darting here and there as I twirl the spaghetti with my fork. Naruto doesn't seem to let his gaze off of me which makes me even more self conscious as if I ain't already.
And do you know the one thing that never fails to amaze me? It's how our conversation always goes. It's always so comfortable, chilling, like it's something we've been doing for so long. Despite me often feeling so intimidated by his background which is definitely the total opposite of mine, I never feel it throughout our talks. He seems more human and normal when we just talk like this. Just like someone from my kind. We connect really well, I acknowledge.
But that doesn't last long when I'm back on pins and needles once our dinner ends. My mind keeps on recalling back what he said before. Netflix and chill. I know people use that term to mean something else right?
Are we really going to do that again–?
Oh shit.
Haha.
Hahahaha.
I stand stunned with my inaudible laugh. And I feel so so so stupid for some embarassing reasons.
Netflix and chill my ass? I've been worrying for nothing!
Because, let me tell you. There, that damn bastard, is now leisurely setting up his home theater, his lips is puckered slightly as he whistles some random melody I can't really make out.
"Come here."
I keep standing still though–how I feel like I've been played?! But the most irritating point is that it is me being the only one deserves the blame.
But, fuck, who would have thought that what he meant is literally what it is? Netflix and chill?!
"Popcorn and wine?" I finally ask when I see two big bowls of popcorn are already sitting on the tea table while he is walking toward the counter, taking a bottle of wine.
"Yea?"
"What a weird combo." I definitely can't touch that wine. Remember what happened last week?!
"Really? It's really nice though," he hums as he eyes the bottle. "Do you want something else?"
"Coke?"
"On their way."
I glance over the screen which is literally as big as the wall of my dorm room. The room is dimmed, mixed with the city light illuminating through the big, glass window. I turn around only to find the hue of orange glows on the stretch of the horizon, a reminder that the sun has just set while the moon is getting ready to take over the world.
"Come."
Shivers come washing my whole body just as sudden as his voice lands on my ears. It sounds a tad bit lower than his talking tone. So gruff. And breathy. As if he's hiding something beneath that silk of his voice.
I spin around then walk toward the soft-looking couch he's already nestled himself onto.
"Where are you going?" He grabs my wrist when I walk past him.
"...to sit?"
"I've prepared the best place for you," in a swift, he pulls me until I fall on his lap, my head lands on the crook of his neck with a soft bump. "Here."
Just as natural as it can get, he circles his hand around my shoulder, pressing our bodies together until I feel his warmth engulfing me wholly; while the other lands so leisurely on my thighs–giving it a soft squeeze before he starts drawing circles there.
I'm about to protest and slip off from his embrace when suddenly my ears perk by the intro music I know all too well. My head whips to look at the screen then back at him.
"Seriously? Ghibli movie?"
"Why? They are gems."
"I know, of course! It's just–" I pause, contemplating my next words. Seeing his personality, I thought it would be something like Fifty Shades of Grey? He definitely has his vibes. Who would have thought….Ghibli movie–? But wait, oh my God– "Howl? Really?!" another questioning look I shot him after I recognized it right away.
"It's my fav."
"..."
He smiles softly at me when I give him a disbelieving look. "He's so dramatic. Just like my mom."
I fall silent when he answers with a playful look in his eyes. For some weird reasons, seeing this side of him is making me feel some sort of things–like, okay, I'm not gonna lie, it's kinda cute.
"Do you not like it?"
"Actually," I glance over the screen again which shows Sophie sewing her hats in her small chamber, "...it's perfect."
A small smile blooms on my lips as a strange warmth settles on the pit of my stomach, then creeping up until it fills my whole chest brimming, 'til every tip of my fingers. His hand comes to caress my head, pulling me in until I completely lean on his chest, tucking my head on the crook of his neck.
"Though it's my second fav," I mumble.
"Which is your number one then?"
"The Cat Returns. It makes me miss Pokko–" his hand suddenly stops. He freezes for a moment there before pushing me to look at him right in his eyes.
"Who the hell is Pokko?"
My brows knitted one another. Did he just growl?!
I hold back a smirk from forming on my lips, "And why do you care?"
"Of course–"
Triririririiiii~
I jerk when I hear my phone ringing, then glancing at my bag laying on the chair. I slowly move to untangle myself from him but he doesn't even move an inch as he's giving me a disapproving look.
"I need to take that."
There's a few seconds of silence before he finally lets out a long sigh then letting me go.
I find my way in front of the big, glass window as I take the phone call.
"Hello. What's up Shikamaru-kun?"
'Ah, Hinata.'
"Yes, what's the matter?"
'That.. I just heard that you didn't get the chance to borrow the anatomy book…yesterday.'
"Ah, that. Yes. I lost my ID–"
'Really?'
"Yes, but it's ok. I've already found it. Though I still failed to borrow the book. You know right how crazy the queue is? I can't just hold everyone back because of this."
I get startled when all of sudden, Naruto appears in front of me–leaning against the glass window as he folds his arms across his chest, eyes staring at me with an indescribable gaze. "Pokko? And now Shikamaru?"
My brows arch after hearing what he just said. He didn't even try to lower his voice, it's as if he did that on purpose to make himself heard.
I whip around to ignore him then walking a few steps away.
"Sorry I didn't hear you. What did you say?"
'Ah, ok. So… I'm wondering if you want to borrow mine? I've already finished the book and made the summary I needed. That's what I said.'
"What? You already finished it?!"
'Um, yea.' I don't know why but I can clearly imagine him scratching his cheeks as he said that.
"As expected from our top student." I say with a big smile on my face. Shikamaru is my classmate, the cleverest one to be more exact. The top three students of our department are always him, me, or Sakura. But it doesn't mean that we compete against each other in a bad term. On the contrary, Shikamaru and Sakura are really good friends of mine. We always help each other in any way we can, be it study related stuff, reports on practicum, or assignments.
'I can help you study if you want–'
My body suddenly tenses when two big arms come hugging me from behind. I don't even need to turn around just to know who it is.
"Seriously, –kun?" he snorts just above my ear. My eyebrows arch high hearing his remark.
What is he saying–oh. Is he referring to Shikamaru-kun?
My body tries maneuvering to escape from his firm embrace but the more I wriggle, the tighter he traps me between his strong arms. I faintly hear Shikamaru's voice still talking from the phone yet there's no way I can focus on processing whatever he says when Naruto is clinging onto me like a leech like this.
Without a cue, his hands slowly creep up from my abdomen heading to the front of my chest. My breath stuck on my throat when his moves are getting more aggressive.
"Don't talk to another guy with that silly smile on your face."
Right after he said that, his lips start to plant kisses all over my neck, purposefully making some wet noises as he sucks my skin with so much vigor. My hand frantically grabs my phone to cover the mic hole, utterly terrified of the possibility of Shikamaru hearing these dirty noises.
He never stops his work on my neck when I notice how his hands are already making their way to unbutton my cardigan. I feel my head spinning like crazy, all my critical thinking just snaps as a familiar heat is flooding from the pit of my stomach along with the fluttering of a thousand butterflies emerging from my core.
My fingertips turn cold, all the energy completely leaving my whole body despite the dinner we just had earlier. "W-What are you doing–?!" I try to suppress the moan from slipping out by biting my lower lip.
"Open your eyes," he commands.
My body just–for some reasons–so reflexively obeys his words. I slowly open my eyes which I didn't even realize since when I closed them. Peeking through behind my hesitant gaze, I see our reflection on the big window right in front of me, so open and clear to get a sight of.
"That's only the preview of what imma do to you."
I gulp when my eyes land on my cardigan now already pooling helplessly around my ankles–leaving me solely with my beige tank top and black high-waist jeans.
"Hngg–" my hand flies reflexively to slap my mouth when I hear myself making that scandalous moan. I bite my lips then folding my lips inside my mouth because it's getting so hard to control the moan when Naruto is now working with his tongue and teeth to lick and nibble my neck and ears without mercy while his hands are busy having the blast of their lives by squeezing my breast.
Without any notice, Naruto suddenly spins me around, pushing me so I step back and bump on the big glass, until he finally grabs the phone from my grip. He puts the call on speaker.
'–nata are you still there?'
My lips fall hurriedly to answer Shikamaru but just as fast as it opens, Naruto shoves his thumb inside my mouth, hindering me to form a decent voice.
"She's here but her mouth is currently busy doing something else just like a good girl that she is," Naruto replies with a satisfied smirk on the corner of his lip. My eyes widen so big I'm afraid they would fall out.
'Who are yo–'
Beep-beep-beep
In a single click, Naruto ends the phone call. He tosses the phone like it's nothing then using his free hand to grip both my wrists, bringing it above my head to pin me against the big glass behind me.
"W-What are you doing?!"
"Are you seriously asking?" he growls while bringing his face closer to mine. His warm breath playfully licking on my skin as the space between us is getting thinner and thinner.
"Even old satan would stand impressed if they could see what I've been playing on repeat inside my head of what I'm gonna do to you."
The next second, everything goes blurry as my eyeballs roll up, a deep sigh escapes my gaping mouth when Naruto gives me a wet kiss right above my collarbone while pushing his knee to grind on the area between my legs.
I can hear Merry Go Round of Life faintly in the background, dancing together with the wet sound of our lips now clashing against each other with such ardent lust.
Again, what a weird combo.