𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐏 𝐃𝐄 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐄 ➤ haitani ran.

Two.

02. BUCKET LIST

The keys fell from Ran's hand as he aggressively pinned you on the wall the moment the door allowed the both of you to come inside Ran's condominium.  

Using his feet, he kicked the door close and with his hand, he lifted your chin and made your lips touch. Soft skin grazing each other and small flickers of tongue made you close your eyes, grabbing on to his shoulder for support.

He deprived you of both space and oxygen, explored the inside of your mouth, kissing you until he knew what you taste like. He lifted one of your legs and circled it across his waist, moving his body closer to yours. Chest and crotch touching.

"Wait..." you finally said as he released your lips, swollen and wet. "Let me breathe for a second."

He did listen, but he was just there, holding you with his strong arms, a pair of eyes focusing at your face, as if counting your sighs. 

It wasn't uncomfortable, it was just a bit embarrassing having his beautiful eyes lingering on your face. 

It hasn't been a whole minute since he started kissing your neck, a hand pressed on the wall on the side of your face to assist his weight while you wrap your other leg on his waist, completely giving yourself into him.

You can't deny his touch feels so good. Gentle but at the same time rough. Intense and passionate.

"Fuck, Y/n, I don't think I can wait." He grunted, practically trying to rub himself to you, and of course, you feel the same way. Hands on his hair, aggressively pulling him closer despite having zero distance at all.

"Don't wait. Just do what you want with me."

Detaching himself from you for a moment to look at your face felt like years, then he smirked. "I'll try my best to not make you scream too much." 

Without second thoughts, he ran towards the bed with you in his arms. In a blink of an eye, he already threw you towards the mattress, bouncing from the impact. He then hovered on top of you, immediately pining your wrist above your head.

He stared at you longingly, blinking at the sight of your flushed cheeks. "I love you... is that what we're suppose to say before we start fucking each other?"

Your eyebrows furrowed, completely confused by his action. Now is not the time to think about things like that. "Okay, I love you too, so stop ruining the damn moment. Kiss me."

Ran smirked, pressing his lips against yours. 

It felt amazing on many levels. It was wrong but at the same time so right. 

What was so right with kissing your ex's brother a few hours after you've seen each other again after 5 complete months? But what was so wrong listening to the call of your flesh?

Everything is ending anyway. No one will know.

—

"How about a bucket list?"

"Bucket list?" Ran groaned, moving from his bed to face you who's sitting on his couch.

You're already wearing his shirt which is absolutely large for your frame, while he's still on his own bed covered with nothing but the soiled blanket. His hair was still a mess and back covered with your love scratches.

"Yup. I don't think we'll fall in love with just sex."

Ran sat up, pulling the blanket with him. He eyed you and noticed a few hickeys engraved on your neck and all over your slightly exposed chest. He smiled at it.