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She knows she shouldn’t have to respond to his offer.
She knows, from the very start, how it’d turned out.
She knows for the past … for fuck sake three weeks ago; how he start being so touchy, how he started to embrace her shoulders, how his arms circled her hips, how he purposely talks right in her ear, how he strokes her neck, how he stares at her with fire, bring whole electricity in every nerve, burning hot her abdominal with flowers in bloom.
Aruha knows.
She is not that stupid —
— well actually just a little dumb.
Questioning what the hell reason why her brother’s childhood friend acts like how her brother needs attention,
or wolf in heat, maybe.
But how he touched her is just too intimate for the size of a clingy brother of hers.
Too intimate to be understood by a mind that does not recognize a gentle feeling that is so simple yet complicated.
And now.
His wide and large palm, strokes her thigh, conveying a tickling sensation throughout her skin. Eyebrows puckering in bewilderment, slap away those hands — but even so, he just cackled in short laughter.
Aruha ignored it, struggling with her mind, a war erupting between her brain and her backup brain, chopped by feeling; just what the hell she was doing. She feels that, again, eyes like a predator observing their prey, give her goosebumps and tempestuously airless, eye-fucking her bare, and it was so uncomfortable. Even so, she remained silent. Staring out the window of a moving car under a black sky, already knowing that the car he drove would not return to their dormitory.
But she remains silent.
All her senses become muted, the cityscape under the road is no longer attractive to look at. Oh, how noiseless surroundings caused her to drown in her inner thoughts, overthinking all possibilities that might be the reason why she is acting so ridiculous; then foolishly and stubbornly got rid of a definite answer, refusing to believe in the truth. She actually could have turned down his brother’s childhood friend’s — Ryomen Sukuna — offer, giving it no thought like what she usually does. However, there is some premonition, some tendency that controls her senses to be a little more obedient.
To just accept anything he proposes.
Then she snapped, feeling the very familiar wide palm envelope her nape — just what the hell he is doing?! She couldn’t understand why he is frequently, very fond of touching her neck, kneading her nape.
“Eyes on the road,” she alleges unequivocally, glaring at his presence through her peripheral vision.
“I am,” he hummed, giving her a response, yet never letting go of his hand.
She put her tone to sound demanding, “then stop touching me.”
“I’m using my hand, Aruha, it is alright as long as my eyes are still on the road, isn’t it?”
And that gives her cold creeps, how her instinct shouts something dangerous is gonna happen, how she feels like he is waiting for something she won’t be able to refuse. It gives her cold creeps, very uncomfortable she crossed her arms, “It’s not,” she whispered under her breath, tightening her grip.
But Aruha never removed Sukuna’s hand.
Either because she knows what will happen and just deep down she was shrouded with want, or she is just a fool.
The car stops moving, in the middle of the dark — slightly dark, actually, because of the light in afar — but they are not on the road anymore. Confused, she grazed around, aware they were in a quiet place, a hill maybe. What they might do on the deserted hillside of Tokyo?! She is just having fun, going to watch movies and buy new books, eating sashimi in a fancy and traditional restaurant — it is very surprising because it is their favorite food — just a while ago and didn’t realize the sky was already black; night time.
And it is a stage where the predator comes out, beasts show up with their fang, ready to pounce on prey.
She is keen, feels somewhat uneasy, and anxiety spreads evenly throughout her body.
“You know you can be honest to yourself by not pushing me away if you don’t hate it.” He starts to speak and breaks all the void between them for thirty minutes. Staring at her calmly yet intimidating, hand on her shoulder while fingers still comfortably stroke her white and beautiful neck, and moves to her lobe, causing her to shrilly tickle.
“I don’t understand what you’re saying.”
She said that but she is burned in red, like a cooked boiled lobster, trying to hide it by avoiding direct eye contact. She knows how this would come to an end;
But —
Seriously. Inside the fucking car?!
“Aruha,” he grabbed her chin, thumb carefully caressing her lips. It is soft and quite sticky with coral-colored lipstick. “I’m sure we both know what I’m talking about,” but the girl beneath him just cut and ran, steering clear out of his gaze.
(At this point Sukuna swore to himself he wants to just eat her lips greedily, swallow every inch of that, spit at her mouth and devour her cave. He is fizzing at the thought, imagine how messy he’d create her by just attacking the lips.)
He is getting seriously impatient. “Answer me,” his arms once again embraced her shoulder, bringing her body closer than ever while his free hand cupped her cheeks so she looked at him and couldn’t take a look to the other but his eyes. She remained silent, yet her eyes didn’t look like rejection. He feels a coarsely snorted, “Fuck, you know you can’t do that,” and that is how he started to bring his lips to hers.
His tongue pressed into her mouth, a huge force claiming territory, dominating the pace, one-sided tongue wrestling. His thumb and forefinger squeeze her cheeks, providing greater access for his tongue to play with hers, like eating his favorite food hungrily. She shivered in response and felt something very alien that she never did. Some hot arousal begins to spread through her body, coming in an unintentional moan. He snarls, teeth clashing into hers as he bites her lower lip, hard, and it is hurt and causes a leak of blood. Their kisses are hungry, a hard kiss, wanting and taking — well for Sukuna because she is just surrendering in her place — and Aruha is not sure why she is closing up her thighs, not sure why her saliva is drooling right at the corner of her lips, not sure why she is closing her eyes tightly to stop feeling pain from the bites.
It feels so good and her mind is clouded with fog, drowned in pleasure, and can’t think straight till her breath is congested, wriggling in her seat, trying all her force to escape, pushing a fist in his chest as she felt that she was running out of oxygen.
As if he knows the sign, he retreats, a clear string connected between them, “Breathe through your nose, love,” he whispers while her breath chases the air, filling her lungs hurriedly.
Crimson eyes look closely at the face in his palms, still cupping her cheeks ignited clearly under the moonlight, glossy lips wet because of the kiss, red and swollen prettily. “I know you are already aware of why I take you for a walk,” he said, pushing her down to her seat but still keeping her tightly packed in his arms. “Be honest, you’re expecting this, aren’t you? Keep silent even though you know I never have the thought of taking you back to the dorm.” His hand moved to the lever, pulling it so the backrest leaned down together with his face to her left ear, puffing and, “You like it, don’t you? Didn’t even get my hands off your neck for the past fifteen minutes,” soothed right next to it, making her shudder.
“If you want to assert a truth, first make sure it’s not just an opinion that you desperately want to be true.” Aruha classic with her hiss and cheeky smile successfully makes the other growl; to accept the unspoken challenge.
His hand sneaks under her shirt, creeping her skin generate a queer impulse through her senses. Their lips are already on each other again, and Aruha can’t help but flail in her seat. Silent. Trying not to move evasively in a narrow and limited space, but eyes stoned for embarrassment; conflicted with amusement and counterstatement. And Sukuna finds it quite cute how she tried her best to not be seen as being on the verge of her defeat; while his finger plays agile unbuttoning her shirt as if he had already practiced that day today for this moment.
He was so overwhelmed by their kiss when he felt something wet as his finger that keeps going down brush against her underwear — immediately withdraw only to see her face blossom in red, her chest moving up and down trying to breathe as much oxygen as possible, and her expression is just … so unholy. Then his instinct motioned him to strip her bare.
“You’re driving me crazy,” Sukuna hissed, got up, and took off his hoodie, leaving his black arm-less and high neck T-shirt.
Uh.
“Love what you see?”
She abruptly cracked up from her reverie, ripe red cheeks to ears, turning her gaze the other way at once.
Because Aruha can’t help but be enchanted by his shape, unconsciously staring at the pulse on the surface of his skin, his clear structured biceps, and a printed pack of the abdomen, a perfect proportion. He grabbed her head top, grasping her hair so her face facing towards him, “Stop running away, Aruha,” and she hated it when his voice entirely changed from the previously teasing tone, now speaking in a more authoritative and absolute nature; a smokey and guttural voice that tickling her ears making her quiver.
The latter was going to respond when Sukuna bent down, holding her thighs up, and licked a strip across her labia — and, oh, God. Aruha taste like purple, plum, and pomegranate. He can’t help but maneuver his tongue licking a long stripe up against her clit, causing her to gasp suddenly. He savored her taste, letting her pull on his locks as his tongue explored her folds, giving small kitten licks over her bud. His finger was joined by another, scissoring her cave as he grazed his teeth over the bundle of nerves, and a stucked moans that left her mouth only spurred him on further as he continued devouring her, tongue moving faster along with his fingers as he felt her legs start to quiver.
He suctioned his mouth around her clit, undoing the tight coil inside her stomach as she bucked up her hips, unconsciously grinding her pussy to gain more pleasure. On the other side, he pressed his palm firmly on both of her inner thighs to spread her wider, and his fingers started to print.
And those motions were repeated like a cycle, her breathing shorten and shorten, small cracked moans singsonged on Sukuna’s ears, making it fuel to fasten his action until a flush of clear liquid storming his tongue … and finger.
Then he retreated, licking his lips with a satisfied smirk. Crimson red met with andromeda, finding that beautiful iris become fuzzy, on how her vision must be blurry, her mind clouded with lust; and all her instinct screamed with want. He unzips his pants and brings out his length which is already hard and dripping with precum, positioning right at her entrance, but not yet — he thinks.
Sukuna bends his body down, whispering words to her ears; “May I?”