Cherry | K.TH

chapter sixteen

c h e r r y

He followed me behind, again. I let out a chuckle because of his behaviour. I took his shirt, combining them with the other load that I was waiting to be dried. Good thing that Tae came at the right time.

Another 10 minutes, then he'll leave.

I pouted, wanting him to stay with me, but I knew it will sound so weird to ask your fuckbuddy to stay with you at home. His hot breath fanned my neck, his lips pressed on my skin, leaving butterfly kisses on my shoulder.

He's making me confused, right now.

I turned around, feeling my back touch the washing machine. Both of his hands are placed on the machine, trapping me in his vast scent. I couldn't describe it anymore, it was vanished.

"I came here to tell you I'm extremely sorry," He said in one go.

"No need to tell me twice, you know?" I smiled at him, in return he gave me a confused face.

"I'm still apologizing for what I've did. I'm so stupid to pour all my anger issues on you," He sighed through gritted teeth. "Also, I'm not ready to tell what the link between him and I."

This time he smiled so weakly at me. It must have been a hard story to tell. I cup his cheeks, giving it a small peck.

"Don't worry, you don't need to rush," I murmured. We stood like that until the dryer went off. His chocolate brown eyes were still captivating me, bringing me closer to him.

Blush crept my cheeks when I realized that we were staring. The dryer made a high pitched sound indicating it was done. He lets go of me, bending down and searching for his shirt.

I stood there, admiring his back. Every portion of his body is quite large and wide, especially his butt. I'm so jealous right now, I really want to spank it so hard that it becomes flat.

I hate him. Why does he have to be so perfect?

"Done zoning out?" He asked, standing right in front of me. I shook my head, retrieving my reality back. His hand went inside of his shirt, putting it on him. Black really suits him, I'm really not going to lie.

Maybe because I've never seen him anything else than black or grey.

His fingers tapped my thigh, making me shift my gaze to his hand and back at him. "What were you thinking about, Cherry?" He asked curiously.

I want your butt! I'm so jealous!

That's what I wanted to tell him. But I'm so freaking shy to even say those words. I put on a smile, telling him it was nothing, but he didn't buy that.

"Tell me," He said in a stern voice, bringing his face closer to mine. This tension is starting to get worse, his coldness is attracting me even more.

He's too perfect, for this world.

"You could be a girl," I blurted out without thinking twice. I pushed him away, pursing my lips as my eyes widen. Noticing the awkwardness is starting to grow, I let out a laugh, clasping my hands together.

I'm making this situation even worse.

Suddenly, he pulled my waist towards him. Due to the lack of balance, I held on his shoulder. I wanted to get away from him but he held me tighter, specifically his grip on me. My head hanged on his shoulder like a lost kid who's trying to find her Mommy.

"Arch your back," He said demandingly.

"Are you out of your mind? I'm not doing that. I don't know what you're doing but this is ridiculous. And look," I glance at the clock that was on the wall. Pass 10. I should be asleep now. "I'm supposed to sleep now, and so should you. Now will you excuse me, I should go."

What the hell?!

I felt a sharp pain on my poor butt. Was he actually serious, he's trying to get all kinky. I simply said he could be a girl. Yeah, I sound so damn childish and all of this thing seems like a game. But I can't control the fact that he had a nice butt.

"I won't let you go until you do what I requested for."
I groan in annoyance, slowly doing what he said. I arched my back, looking back to see what he's about to do.

Something I didn't expect at all.

Both of his hands went on my butt cheeks, grasping them tightly. I'll be lying if I say I don't like it. I chuckle, enjoying this. This isn't bad after all.

"W-wait, what are you trying to prove me?"

"You're perfect," His hands massaged my butt even more. I think he's enjoying it more than me. "Your arse is like dough, so round and squishy. Some girls' arse can't even fill my hands. Yours is so complete."

This is awkward. Does he have a kink on butts or something? He's literally describing my butt.

"Can we go for a round?" He asked out of blue, pulling my nape so I can face him. I shook my head, wrapping my hands around his neck.

"I'm tired, maybe next week." I yawned loudly in front of his face to make him realize that I'm actually tired. My eyelids are giving up on me.

A glimpse of him clenching his jaw was seen, his hands grasping my waist, even tighter than before.

That's when I went into a deep slumber.