Fake Promises

melancholy

bright sunrays made its way through the glass window and then progressively landed on your face, you twisted on the other side to avoid it when you heard light snores and felt the familiar warmth- shin. you gasped loudly almost waking shinichiro as you could feel his eyes twitching, its not like you both haven't slept together or seen each other naked, more like it was mostly in some fancy motel or his garage but never at his or your place- quite weird but it was what it was. he looked extraordinarily handsome on your bed, with you, hands under your top on your bare skinned waist while the other one supporting his head- cute. your fingers ever so slightly made its way through his curls as your ring sparkled, reflecting the sunlight. you were busy stroking his sheer black locks when suddenly his morning- raspy hoarse vocals made you alert of his presence, "if you keep looking at me like that, I will definitely fuck you right now right here." that voice and those sharp words made you feel some kind of way, "then what are you waiting for ?" you cheered as you bit your lip, you knew what you were asking for- you were that sweet angel in his life that couldn't keep her eyes off the devil, his chaos that made him charming as ever, you knew he was going to break you- but you were willingly being a part of him anyways cause it takes chaos to give birth to a dancing star which illuminates with passion.

your fingers took a little grasp on the hem of his shirt, maintaining the eye contact with you, he advanced towards the window closing the curtains and then very swiftly getting rid of his shirt. you tried to sit straight but before you could move any further he grasped your ankle sliding you down and making you lay on the bed as he hovered over you, "don't run away now, you asked for this !!" as he relentlessly pinned your wrists above your head achieving a low-pitched hiss from you. his one hand was more than enough to keep your hands stable in the same position; sometimes you forget in between his excuses, apologies and explanations that how much strong he is- it is his will to not snap you into pieces that stands between you and death. his lips had already started to work, leaving gardens of kisses on your neck. your eyes automatically closed with superfluous pleasure running all over your body. his other unengaged hand made it's way inside your top feeling all your edges and curves, detaching his lips from you for a moment as he motioned to remove your top which joined the floor. he left open mouth wet kisses and drooling licks on your breast valley and all you wanted was to feel him but he wasn't letting your wrists go, the more you resisted his grip the more he tightened his grasp on your wrists almost leaving red marks. finally after what felt like eternities, unintentionally, lost in gripping whatever flesh he can under the intimacy his hands traveled down on your clothed thighs, palming it over and over- hinting you to get rid of it. one hand down on your thighs while the other on your waist as he leaned forward and kissed you, sloppily. he was so lost that he forgot he freed your hands but it hit him as his adrenaline went haywire when you palmed his clothed boner while the other hand of yours roamed around his chest, he didn't had those toned-biscuit abs but he was hard-knock-solidly built, enough to drive you crazy. he was the type to leave everlasting bite marks on your thighs, marking you, and love marks like a golden tattoo on your heart- this man had scarred you for lifetime.