𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐍𝐎𝐕𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐄 (𝐧.)
; a hobby, a person, a drug,a 𝘷𝘪𝘤𝘦 or any other 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 to divert your attention from a more painful, 𝘨𝘩𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘭𝘺 or difficulty situation.
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— you woke up with an arm wrapped around your waist, the smell of his perfume lingering all over as small details of events from last night played in your head. You carefully tilt your head only to see his face, his calm sleeping face— ‘𝘯𝘰, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨— 𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘩.’ you thought, shaking the urge to kiss him while he's asleep and ignoring the fact that your cheeks were heating up.
you carefully pulled away and sat up from the bed, roaming your eyes around the room where your clothes were scattered all over the floor. You bit your lip and carefully stood up, only to feel a slight pain in between your legs, making you lose you balance but good thing Shinichiro woke up and caught you right on time.
“Sore, I see?” he hums, chuckling softly as he pulls you against him, wrapping his arms around your waist. You face heats up once again, he was annoying. “was i too rough on you last night?” he asks, gently pressing a soft kiss against your shoulder, only making you blush harder. Surprised why he would treat you like this when you both only agreed to screw each other up. you rolled your eyes, tilting your head to glare at him. “what?” he asks, chuckling as he pulls away only to make you face him. He gently pulls both your arms and wraps it around his neck before he hugs your waist again. You both stared at each other’s eyes as he smiles at you.
“I know you hate me,” he says, leaning in to peck your forehead. Your heart skipping a beat at his actions, so sudden. “if you give me a chance, I promise I’ll be good,” he leans close to your ear as he whispered this with his husky voice. He hums, pressing a soft kiss against your jaw before dragging it along your neck, making you bite down your bottom lip to hold back your moans. 𝘎𝘰𝘥, 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘦— 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘦.
