Polaroid | Haitani brothers

四十九

⬤ 🍋 yes, it's finally here. I gathered the courage to write it LMAO.

It has been a few weeks since you reside in the Haitani's estate. Most days you found yourself stuck inside the lab, mixing and extracting components from plants to experiment on. BORED, ugh I want to kill.

You turn to face the digital clock sitting on your oak desk, you set your pen on the table, and stretched your arms out. You're finally done for the day, you've recorded the data and findings for the day. You unhooked the protective mask from your ears and tossed it in the bin beside the door before twisting the knob to leave.

You pulled out a purple capsule from your pocket and popped it in your mouth. You then made your way to the kitchen to start up the coffee machine while you enter the bathroom to take a bath. Thankfully, your lab was on the first floor of the apartment, it was a major convenience for your snacks and coffee break.

Still in your bathrobe, you made your way towards the Calcutta bar. You unloaded the black beverage into a (f/c) mug, the caffeinated aroma wafted the air. You took the mug with you and moved to the couch, a soft 'clank' could be heard when the ceramic made contact with the faux horn coffee table.

Shortly after you slumped backward and sank into the couch in recline you heard the distinctive creaking of the door hinges echo from above the room, it was likely the bedroom.

"I've sent the signed copy over. Get the rest done." Ran's voice could be heard as he made his way down, he hung up just in time when he reaches the base of the stairs. Your eyes unfolded and an upside-down Ran was staring down at you. His cheeks turn into a rosy shade which made you connect where his gaze was. Your cleavage was flashing lewdly at him. Oh

"Glad to see you adapting well. Hot weather today, I'm going to need a quick shower." he cleared the empty lump in his throat. His figure soon disappeared into a room along the hallway. You turn to look at the clock on the wall and your face soon twisted menacingly as you flashed a conspiratorial grin.

You ran your fingers on the knob and twisted it, you gently push open the door when the knob turns without stopping. The sound of water hitting the tiled floor masked your footsteps, a tatted back soon greeted you. You easily slid the satin robe down and set foot into the glass enclosure.

The male remained oblivious to the danger creeping behind him, still running his fingers through the purple ruff and scrunching the foam of his shampoo. A refreshing minty scent mixed in with the steamy atmosphere.

Without a warning, you stretched your arms out and snaked it around his waist. Your bosom warmed his lower back as you rest the right side of your cheeks on his cervical spine. Your eyes darted up to meet his when he turn his head to the side to look at you.

"I thought you showered," he mumbled. It's cute to watch him feign ignorance and ask a stupid question when he knew full well what you're trying to achieve here. "I spilled coffee on myself," you matched his stupidity and shrugged. 

You exited the bathroom, your legs wrapped around his torso and your wrist was holding the back of his neck for support. The satin robe hung loosely on your shoulder, your breast was fully exposed. Both your lips entangled in a wrestle, his tongue inside of yours fighting for victory. When he gained full control of the fight, he lay your back on the leather couch.