𝘿𝙚𝙘𝙚𝙥𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙂𝙖𝙢𝙚

Chapter 6

Bonding

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It was a smooth ride to the countryside. The long and winding road was relaxing and the landscape slowly shifted from big, tall buildings to small houses and wide rice fields. Winding down the window, you stretched out one hand and feel the wind rushing against the palm of your hand.

“(y/n), watch out” came Enji’s voice the moment he noticed what you were doing. You ignored him for a bit and feel the gust of wind forcing itself into the car. Pulling your legs up to the car seat, you leaned towards the door and watched the terrain unfolding itself the further Enji drove.

The subject of what happened during New Year’s was left untouched. It became an elephant in the room (or in the car), waiting to be attended. Things returned as usual when you both woke in the morning. Enji was a man of less words—and he was strangely quieter than usual. You didn’t push it and had called for room service before nestling yourself by his lap like a housecat. It was unlike his Endeavour-attitude, or unlike any other times. The man was mild-mannered and softly radiating warmth that engulfed you. It was like an unspoken oath to never speak of the events that happened during New Year’s. However so, the memory was vividly ingrained in your memory.

Months went on without any mentions of that night. Things went on normally between the two of you, casually meeting each other. There wasn’t much sex involved as it used to, moreso it was the time you both spend together that mattered. You couldn’t help but anticipate the day itself, when Enji had invited you over to visit his childhood home in the Fukuoka countryside. The man had wanted to spend more time with you before returning to his agency and somehow wished to show you the very place he grew up. Your deal with Enji didn’t cover up to such extent, and you weren’t sure of what to do. But after that night, you had decided not to question each other about anything anymore. The both of you were positive that it was for the benefit of both parties.

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Bubbles rose to the surface of the water, bursting the moment you reached out to touch them. You were blowing bubbles with your nose under the bathwater. Enji had entered the tub first, warming up the chilly water with his quirk before getting you to join him. He leaned his head against your bare back, placing wet kisses on your pale skin. The bathwater sloshed when Enji reached out to hook his arms around your abdomen, pulling your body to lie on him.

Steam rose, clouding the entire bathroom. There were sounds of cicadas in the distance. Absent-mindedly, you rubbed your hands along Enji’s arms, tracing circles on his corded muscles. Your upper body moved along with the rise and fall of his chest. You sighed, allowing the heat of both Enji and the warm water to surround you.

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               You had spread out the futon mattresses on the tatami flooring and made sure everything was in place. Enji was puzzled as to why you weren’t lying down the moment he entered the room with a glass of water. “I—uh…don’t know which side you lie on. This is your home…” you fidgeted, scratching your cheek with an index finger. Placing the glass aside, the redhead knelt on the futon and positioned himself to lie down, holding up the blanket as an invitation for you to join him.

Both of you were wearing a casual home yukata and honestly, Enji looked damn good in that traditional cotton outfit. With the slit of the outfit revealing more of his chest to you, it really was tantalizing. You may have seen him naked—but getting a tease of what’s under the fabric was fun too. As you got under the covers, you could feel intense heat radiating off Enji’s form. He was resting his face against the palm of his hand as he watched you. Turning to him, sneakily you moved your hands down to his southern regions. It was a good stroke of ego at the sight of Enji’s furrowed brows when you were running your hands on his hardening length.

Stroking your index finger against the tip of his cock, a gasp came out of Enji when he couldn’t stand the way your fingers were playing on his cock. You could only smile at the feeling of Enji’s sticky precum on your fingers. You were about to sit up and get hold of his cock when he pushed you back on the mattress. The blue eyes didn’t leave yours when he gradually made his way to your womanhood. A yelp came out of you when you feel Enji’s teeth tugging against your wet panties, grazing ever so slightly upon your clothed entrance. He began lapping your slick folds once the garment was out of his way, drawing eights on your cunt and running over your clit as he did so. Being pressed against your sopping entrance, Enji’s groan vibrates on your sensitive parts when you tug on his hair.

“Ah—Enji!” it was freeing, for you to call out his name without hesitation. Enji’s striking blues were watching you as he peppered kisses on your inner thighs. Your back arched at his two sliding digits into your core, causing you to arch towards his fingers. “Impatient…are we?” Enji huffed out a small laugh, giving another kiss on your thigh before leaning his head there. His attention was fixed on you, keeping a close eye on your pleasured expressions. Just when you were about to come undone from his two fingers, Enji had pulled away. A throaty chuckle came out of him when he heard you whimper in frustration.

Picking you up, Enji positioned you on top of him as he lied back on the futon. You were straddling him, against his growing cock. “Have at it” a sly smile formed on his smug face. If you weren’t so sexually frustrated, maybe you’d kick his ass and walk away. Trailing the shape of his jawline, you slid backwards against Enji’s erected shaft, giving playful dips of your entrance to the craving sex of his. Enji balled up his fists and exhaled, growling out as a warning for you to stop teasing him.

Obliging, you slid down and dragged your nails on his lower torso at the feeling of Enji’s size splitting your insides. A wanton moan erupted the moment his full length was fully sheathed within your walls. You breathed heavily, picking up whatever’s left of your mind before you started to move. Enji placed his hands at your hips, keeping you steady as you both rocked on each other’s’ bodies.

               Pressing one arm on his chest, you began to bounce up and down swiftly this time around. Enji looked at where you both were connected, watching as his cock vanished when you descended and reappeared when you lifted yourself up,…over and over again. The sweet nectars mixing with one another. Your soft breasts bounced in circles in tandem to your movements.

What a waste of time when he wished you were Hana when there was someone so perfect before him. Forget the flowers that could die from the brief contact with his fire. Water holds a lot of secrets yet to be discovered; its surface masquerading tranquillity when it could easily stir up a storm. His fingers intertwined with yours as you picked up the pace, forcing the strength of your lower body to get up and slam yourself on Todoroki Enji’s cock. Bucking his hips upwards whenever you went down on him, it allowed his length to go deeper—hitting against the entrance of your womb.

“So…deep!” you screamed, eyebrows arched in pleasure. Your legs were getting tired but for him, you were willing to pull through. The best thing about being in a house with faraway neighbours was that you could moan all you want. You were close, you were so close. With all remaining energy, you directed it to give a few final bruising thrusts. Enji was rarely vocal; limited to a few soft grunts but when he moaned out your name, it was the best feeling other than having to make love with him. Your tight velvety walls had milked the man dry. You fell like a rag doll on top of Enji, feeling your release mixed with his warm semen. He’d filled you so full that the remaining liquid flowed out, dripping on the futon.

               It took Enji a while for him to finally regulate his racing heartbeats. Calloused palms caressed your soft skin, radiating warmth at the same time as he did so. Both your feelings and his were out in the open, laying your cards face-up on the table. It was clear as day, the emotions you felt towards each other. However, none of you were quite ready to convey the sentiment just yet. For now, this should be able to keep you both sated. The three words; I love you: was just riding at the tip of your tongues. Was it fear? Was it ego? Or was it a bit of both? It wasn’t a game, so why were you both treating it like one? Person who says it first is the loser!

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