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— Intentions —

20# - Undeniably
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"Knowing and feeling are two different things, and feeling is what counts."
― F. Lelord.

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— A. Misaki

My eyes were greeted by the sparkling city lights in the darkness of the night. I slowly blinked, shifting in a bed I had never slept in. Feeling the foreign —but crisp and fresh— fabric of the covers against my skin, my gaze wandered around as I sluggishly sat up.

It was not lost on me that the spot beside me was empty. Fuzzy recollections flooded back in my mind. Usui had actually tucked me into his bed and I slept right through it, in his arms. It was a little embarrassing now, but what puzzled me most was his sudden absence in the middle of the night. I strangely felt left in the cold.

The simple clock on his bed table was ticking over 2 A.M when I decided to eventually search for him. My bare feet grazed the cold floor, the smooth and polished timber warming at the contact. The blanket fell from my body, making me shiver in response as I became aware that I barely had any clothing on. Slightly blushing, I quickly pulled the thick and white bed cover in my wake as I made it through the door.

The fluffy comforter effortlessly gliding against the floor, my steps were as silent and light as the wind. I didn't want to make a sound so late in the night. And I believed that perhaps he was simply working on a paper this late, the deadline closer than he had scheduled or something. Just a peek and I'd leave him to his occupation, I told myself.

Reaching the vast living room, I couldn't help but appreciate the city nights view through the wide wall-window bay.

A faint grunt could be heard across the room. Spotting him at the far corner of the kitchen, I slowly approached. He was unaware of my presence, and I halted a few feet away from him.

His body was bent over the sink as he harshly breathed. I couldn't help but feel worried. He had one forearm propped against the counter, his upper body left bare and his jeans were hanging low on his hips.

Despite his struggle, I relished in the way his shoulder blades flexed with each intake he took. A light sheen of perspiration was coating his skin, his breathing ragged as he let out an indistinct grunt, verging on painful.

My heart started to race with ardor as I stood here, nervous and concerned. Did he have a fever? Why wasn't he sleeping then? I wished I wasn't the reason why he refrained to rest, regardless of his conditions.

A rough and husky growl escaped him. "God...Misaki..." he thickly breathed to himself, his arm working in front of him.

The next choked gasp was my cue to finally act.

"...Usui?..." My voice was no louder than a whisper, and he apparently didn't notice it. I let a few seconds slide before he startled me.

It was a low hum from the back of this throat. "Those lips..."

My heart leapt, and I eyed him a little more warily, realizing that perhaps his shoulder blades weren't flexing for the same reason I had initially thought.

Don't... Don't tell me he was...

"U...Usui..." I spoke a little louder, my hands tightly clutching the covers. I felt the blood run up to my cheek but I stood on my ground.

His head whipped over his shoulder in a flash, his emerald eyes landing on me and widening in shock. Turning back away, he made a show to clear his throat, his hands fumbling in front of him as he kept his back to me.

"Uh, Misaki..." he slowly worded, his voice still deep and gruff. "Aren't you sleeping? It's quite late..."

I couldn't help but notice the light blush that tainted his high cheekbones.

"I... umm... I just woke up and you weren't there so I thought.. I should maybe.. uhhh..."

I abruptly stopped because he turned around and leant back on the counter, revealing his front body to me. His jeans were still unbuttoned, his belt hanging loose. I made a quick sweep up his frame. He was all hard ridges, toned abs... that manly V and finally... his dark and tight boxers... I instantly reverted my gaze back to his face.

To his forest eyes full of mischief.

The little smile playing on his lips were an evidence of his amused demeanor.

"You should maybe...?" he repeated, hinting me to continue my stopped-short sentence. Though he remained unfazed, his face still had a hint of discomfort playing on his features.

"That I should maybe... uhh..." His body was distracting. "—check on you..."

He slowly crossed his strong arms over his chest, his ankles following the movement.

"Is that so?" he smiled almost indecently. If only his smoldering eyes weren't slightly crinkling and his smug smile strained, I would've guessed he was fine.

My gaze wavered from his, darting down his body to steal a look at the front of his jeans. He was still... pretty big underneath the fabric.

"Isn't it... uncomfortable?"

Our eyes met.

"I don't know what you are talking about."

"You don't know?"

"I don't. And you should go back to bed, Misaki."

His grin was difficult to believe, and I knew he had something running in the back of his mind. I inched closer, the fabric of the comforter caressing his body.

"... You called for me earlier..."

Looking down at me, his jaw flexed as he ground his teeth together.

"You must have misheard."

Releasing my hold on the comforter, I let it hang on my shoulders as I splayed my palms on his abs. He hissed.

"What are you doing?"

His hands flew to clutch onto the counter, his knuckles turning white from the pressure he exerted. He didn't stop me though. I pressed a little harder, my fingertips reaching the hem of his jeans.

"Goddamn lingerie," he murmured to himself in a shallow intake, his eyes darkening as he peeked down between the gape of the white cover. I took advantage of his bent down head to place a kiss on his lips.

He growled.

"Misaki... Stop that."

"Why?"

"It's not right..." He let out a frustrated sigh. "I don't want to take advantage of your weak times... You just had a breakdown and... I don't want to force you or..."

And just like that, that simple sentence blew away my uncertainty. Who was I to sell him to my company? I could picture my life with him. Kissing him a little harder, I cut him before he finished speaking.

"I want you," I whispered.

"Shit, shit, and shit," he chanted, his gaze lowering on the wide gape the cover provided. "Stop me right now, or I swear, you might regret it..." His hands were still on the counter, holding it as if it were his lifeline, his thin thread of control.

I didn't know how to persuade him any further, so I dug my nails harder into his skin, raking them down along with the hem of his boxers.

Before I knew it, his hands were fisted in my hair as he took my mouth, my lips, my tongue ravenously. He kissed me like no tomorrow, his teeth biting and tasting me like he would, —had he not kissed me for months. The comforter was long gone, my skin bare to his eyes and I stumbled back from the force of his onset. His strong forearms came to hold me up right in time, pinning me in his arms.

"Let me take you properly..." he growled, picking me up and tossing me upon his shoulder. I huffed with surprise but he was already navigating us towards the corridor. Still light headed from the fast pace, we were almost crossing the threshold of the corridor when he stopped. His palm came to the small of my back, —ever so slowly skimming against my skin— before he shred my panties down and tossed them on the floor. Mortified, I swore I heard a grin play on his face.

"We won't need those," he darkly murmured.

As soon as we got into the room, he gently put me down in the middle of the bed, a clear contrast with his former hot and lustful demeanor. Squeezing my knees together, my arms protectively folded over my chest.

He stood there, at the end of the bed, watching me with a kindling fire in his eyes and his damned little smile.

I wanted to hide and crawl but unfortunately, the covers were now left forgotten in his living room, leaving me with nothing much better than a pillow or two. And as his gaze pinned me, appraising my bare skin, I felt as if frozen into place, unable to tear my eyes from his.

I bet I was all pink. Red. Purple.

It was so embarrassing.

"Stop staring at me like that..."

He grinned. And then his head lolled to the side as he chuckled to himself.

"You know, you were sleeping so peacefully earlier, and I was right here watching you and your goddamn laces..." he murmured. "Unable to touch you, because I knew I'd snap and take you right away... Hard and fast."

My mouth slightly gaped at his confession.

"But now..." he hummed, crawling on the bed like a predator eyeing its prey. "Now... I can do anything I want."

His hands grasped mine in a hold, putting them down to refrain me from shielding myself. He slowly kissed my wrists.

"Allow me to do as I please..." he asked, albeit begged me. His eyes were boring into mine as his silent plea resounded in my head.

"It's not as if you ever asked for permission..." I muttered, half amused. He slowly grinned before kissing me.

"Good."

And slowly, the sound of his belt sliding through the loops of his jeans made my eyes zoom on them.

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I was tied to the headboard, my knees still clenched together as he climbed on top of me after he dropped his jeans somewhere on the floor. My heart was beating as fast as it ever had, pounding against my chest, my ribs, my head.

No matter when, his fingertips would brush along the length of my body, from my neck to the very tip of my toes. My laced bra was opened in the front, and I couldn't do anything to hide myself. He kept licking, touching, every inches of my skin without ever touching where it burnt the most.

It was the sweetest torture I had ever endured.

His eyes were always on mine through it all, burning emerald never leaving my gaze as he explored me. Every whimpers, gasps, and moans I made, he saw them all. He drank them in, engraving them in his memory as if to play them over and over again in his head later. When his fingertips came to the apex of my thighs, I unconsciously arched my back, craving for his touch.

He hummed lowly, and I fought the restrain with frustration.

"I bet you're so wet..." he coaxed against my neck, before licking a trail up to my ear. I shivered, goosebumps rising all along.

"Please... Please, Usui..."

He growled, his eyes narrowing.

"T..Takumi..."

He quickly swept down my body, suddenly spreading my knees and wedging himself between them. I felt a cold rush of air down there, and utter embarrassment. He was looking at... me...

Totally exposed to his hungry eyes.

I wished my hair could hide my face but no matter how I wiggled around, I couldn't cover my face. So I turned around, and fixated on a spot in the wall.

Don't think about him. Don't imagine him looking at you.

Touching you.

Kissing.

Licking.

He leant up, holding my legs up his shoulders and started kissing and nipping the length so slowly... Languorously... Teasingly. His nails were tearing my sheer thighs-high apart as he ran them up and down the thin fabric.

"So fucking hot. You're pure provocation. Tempting me with all that lace and that little dress."

At last, I eyed him. He was grinning, his mouth biting the inside of my thigh, making me squirm.

"Finally, she looks at me." he chuckled. "With those gorgeous eyes as I ravish her... Those big innocent eyes that love all the dirty things I'm doing to her."

I scowled, before diverting again. He only grinned wider. "Eyes on me, Misa... Else... I might not..." His fingertips brushed the sweet spot, touching my most intimate part. I stared at him wide eyed.

"So wet..." he said in a seductive drawl. "Tell me, love... Who are you wet for?"

I didn't answer, too ashamed to find any words.

"Is it for my fingers?" One of his strong finger slipped inside, making me shudder with all the need I built until then. He pumped inside of me, stroking me with rough pushes before taking it out. I stifled my groan but he hummed knowingly.

He leant down. "For my lips?" he asked, before leaving a hot kiss against my entrance. It made my back buckle, and my knees only curled harder on his shoulders.

"My tongue?" he breathed against me, before licking once... twice... pushing in once only to stop. I writhed, pleading him to continue, because I was so high I was afraid to fall. Or to never fall. I didn't know.

He deeply chuckled. "What is it that you want, sweetheart?"

"You."

And that was when I felt him, hot and hard against me. He slid his length against me, against my swelling bud that made me so sensitive.

"All hot and ready for me..."

Over and over again, he ground himself against me, the slick friction making me breathless and all sort of restless. I think I must've cried his name over and over because it wasn't nearly enough, and yet, I felt like I would explode.

My insides were throbbing, and it felt so empty... So empty and I craved him to sate it, to fill what was missing. I craved for his mouth, for his hands, for him.

"More..." I said breathlessly. "Want you more..."

He stilled, before effortlessly moving over me. My legs were still parted for him as his length was right against my entrance, soaking into our fluids.

He held my gaze. "Is that what you want?" he whispered.

I nodded, biting the inside of my cheek.

"Shallow and slow? Like this?"

His hips slightly shifted, the tip rubbing against my clit as he started to sway the tip back and forth. I yanked on the restrain because I couldn't find my voice as the expectation of him deep inside of me made me breathless.

He only stroked the tip against me. Slowly wetting himself with my fluid as he edged dangerously close but never getting it inside.

"Really? How bad?"

He was driving me insane.

He roughly thrust once more against my clit and I cried out.

Killing me with want.

"Please... Takumi... Take me. I don't care. Hard. Slow. Fast. I just want you."

And he sank inside.

Slowly filling me whole.

Entering inches by inches.

The feel of him was unforgettable.

All the while staring at me, his features were tight though he didn't seem to care. He was focused on me, and solely me. The slight trembling of my lips, my eyes glazing over him as he molded into me... Every details, he took them hungrily with a kiss. A burning kiss.

And he leant back when he hit the hilt and grinned.

"You feel so fucking good..."

The sweetest smile, as if he couldn't be happier. The most genuine one. The most gorgeous smile I will ever see. He slowly pulled out, my inside feeling every single inches of his hardness being taken out.

"You feel better...than... anyth—..."

And then he shoved inside, hard and rough. The air in my lung was knocked out before he pounded into me again and again. As deep as he could, he filled me whole and it felt so complete.

So deep, and so right.

My cries were punctuating the air as he was hissing with delight before we lost ourselves senselessly. Just as he seemed to want it, just as I wanted it. He took me fiercely, his hands digging into my waist. Sliding inside of me, he hit all those spots that made me arch my back and whimper, making me reach every high I longed for.

So deep. So thick and hard.

Again and again.

God, so damn deep.

He whispered dirty things to my ear, things I would have brushed off —had we been in a different situation. Things that made me so hot that our skin were slick and sliding with every motion we made. Made me so hot I could only moan into his ear because somehow, it made him all the more breathless and wild.

I never wanted to stop.

Harder.

I felt dizzy from his overwhelming passion.

His touch. His scent. His voice. Everything.

"The feel of you, You're addictive. I can't stop."

"So good, I never want to let you go."

"I can't get enough of you."

"You're my everything."

"You're mine."

"I love you."

I'd never know which one of us ever spoke right then, because something shook inside of me, clenching around him and he gave out a strangled groan, before we both came apart together. I lost count of how many time I cried his name in wonder that night. And when I finally thought he was finished, he whispered, his voice husky and deep:

"Don't even think about sleeping tonight, love..."

And my body hummed back to life.

Nothing in the world could break us apart. Right?

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Author's note :

The very long and awaited and expected and finally... ;D
I could say I am sorry for the slow pacing, but you know, it's kind of hard for me to accept that two strangers just get on it right away, I mean... I don't know, it's not very...uhh... well I don't know! I need some sort of connections?

I hope you guys like it,

I love ya'all! :D like, very very much!