Torn apart | S. Manjirou

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"Mikey, I'm listening.."

He pulled away from the hug, "How much did you hear? Were you the one from last time too?"

"Everything, Manjirou, everything..." I sighed, looking down. I didn't know whether it was a bad idea or not.

"Y/n," he cupped my cheeks, but I clicked my tongue and slapped his hands away. "Don't even fucking touch me after all the shit you said. We haven't been able to really talk things out. And now what?"

He crouched down, looking up to my eyes. I raised my eyebrow at the sudden childishness and almost kicked him in the face with my feet, but stopped. "Listen, I still love you. Still fucking love you a lot. And i want us to be back, I really wanna fix it."

I pursed my lips, grabbing him by the collar to my level, "Ahh, right! After telling Kyoka about gaining my trust and destroying me of course I'm going to believe you! Do you think i'm this gullible?"

He put my hand away, tilting his head. "Oh that? It was a lie. I'm here telling you truth, please believe me!"

My eyes twitched at the guy, as I showed him a thumbs up. "Okay." Manjirou furrowed his eyebrows, repeating my line. "Okay?"

"What else do you want me to say?" I put a hand on my chest, dramatically closing my eyes. "Ah yes, my dear prince Manjirou, i agree to be with you till death parts us! I love you to the Saturn and back, ahh~"

He crossed his arms, "It's not funny."

I crossed my arms back, mimicking the boy. "Oh yeah? Well, it's not funny to play with my feelings either. Do you think i'm going to fucking believe you?"

Mikey chuckled, pinning me against the wall, "You will believe it, since i'm telling you truth."

I leaned closer to him, looking back and forth at his eyes and lips. "Then prove it, if you can?"

He raised his voice, "Yes i fucking can!"

I shouted back, "Then fucking do it!"

Mikey grabbed my chin, observing my face. It took him a hot second to get away from his thoughts, as he caressed my lip with his thumb. The tension between us was growing, and we both knew it.

"Shut up, will you?" He seductively whispered, running his fingers through my neck, making me hitch my breath, as I felt a huge amount of butterflies fill my stomach.

Oh boy, how much I wanted to kiss him right here and right now. But i was too ashamed to admit it.

"Then make me, will you?" I whispered back, imitating his voice, emphasizing the last line. I was staring at his lips for too long, so he probably noticed it, as the corners of his mouth formed a sly smirk.

Without wasting another second he pushed his lips on mine, enjoying every bit of them. I didn't pull away, but kissed him back instead. He bit my lower lip, shoving his tongue inside, intertwining with mine. Mikey held my arms pinned to the wall, as he started kissing my chin, getting lower and lower, reaching my neck. My legs were giving up, he grabbed my waist, slowly lifting up, so I wouldn't fall. As he continued sucking on my neck, on my weak spot, I clenched my fists, holding back all the lewd sounds I wanted to make, but just couldn't — my stupid pride.

He pulled away, grinning at my face, that was a total pleased mess. "You don't know how much I wanted to do this." He smirked, checking me from head to toe, winking at me.

My eyes widened, and I pushed him away from me. "I fucking hate you, don't tell me it was your trap."

Mikey tilted his head. "A trap? Hm, what if it really was?" He watched my face drop, as i got all gloomy, realizing that I jumped right into his hands, seeing the chance.