Let me take you on a trip~ (Enmu X Reader)

66 (Nsfw warning)

As I finished my floral masterpiece, I headed back into my room, leaving my little drawing behind, completely forgetting about it. While I was on my way to my place, I noticed that the door was back to it's original state. How did someone even manage to fix it so quickly? It was shattered to bits. 

I slid the newly replaced shoji door behind me and sat back down on my knees next to my dresser. I didn't have time to sort out my hair accessories when Daki was here, so maybe it would be the perfect time to finish tidying up now, since Douma left my room anyways.

It's been about two days since I moved over to Douma. My feelings towards him continue to be a mystery. I remember hating him when we first met at that one kizuki gathering, but now, I see him as a completely different person, especially when he takes so much care of me. Something about him is so comforting to me... 

But my heart really drops when I think about Enmu. I don't get to see his hypnotising cyan eyes and his silky black/red hair with that charming smile of his anymore... I miss him. With him I feel... like I'm at home. And unfortunately, that feeling disappeared. 

Not for long, I hope...

...

"Ah~ Darling, I'm back~" Douma triumphantly exclaimed as he walked into my room and made his way over to me as he held something behind him while invading my personal space again.

"Oh my... It's the same annoying bastard.~" I teasingly replied, trying my best not to show any sort of interest in him

"What did you do when you left me all alone in your room once Daki left?~" His annoying voice rang straight into my ears as I remained seated on my knees, continuing sorting out the ton of jewellery he purchased for me.

"Oh nothing. Just walked around the temple." I muttered as I looked down, keeping my face low to my hands, examining a bunch of silver necklaces and trying to avoid eye contact and strain to look unfazed by his presence.

"Really?~ Then who's little artwork is this?~" He asked as he pulled out my spider lily drawing from behind his back, softly giggling at my sudden change in reaction.

"Wait no- where did you find it-" I questioned in panic as I abruptly stood up and ran over to him, trying my best to reach for the notebook and snatch it out of his hands.

"My followers told me it's yours as I spotted it in the garden, why is it that you're getting so worried about it?? I personally love it!~ You're extremely talented!~" He marvelled as he kept examining the floral picture he held onto while I jumped around making odd moan-like noises, still attempting to quickly seize it out of his hands, but he eventually lowered his arms down and allowed me to grab it out.

I closed the notebook and shoved it in one of my drawers, facing Douma with my back, still trying to clean up my jewellery box. Even though Douma took my stuff without asking, it sort of pleased me understanding that at least someone likes my art. It feels good to be appreciated...

 Especially when I didn't feel much of that as a human.

Douma sat down next to me and I felt him gently guide his hands up to my neck, gradually making his way to my chin and lightly grasping onto it, lifting it up so our gazes meet. Now he has my full attention. He softly stroked my hair as I felt his other hand graze my cheek. He slowly pushed my face onto his hand and caressed me, noticing that oddly I didn't pull away.

"Ah, did you finally get used to my touch?~"

"No, I just like the coolness, nothing more."

I knocked his hand off my face, realising that I actually let his charm get to me this easily. He moved closer to me and  leaned his head on my shoulder. For fuck's sake where's my personal space at. Somewhere up my ass probably if he's simply ignoring it. I just gave up at this point, so I accepted his touch and let him sit this close to me.