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AN INTENSE FEELING of pure bliss washed over Sae when [y/n] kissed him back, and the mere taste of her left him dizzily intoxicated. Her soft breathes mingled with his as his lips desperately mashed against hers, his fingers cradling the back of her head as he tried to bring her closer than physically possible.
Long gone was his ability to form any form of coherent thoughts. The way her fingers gently tugged at his hair made his eyes flutter shut appreciatively, and he was quickly overwhelmed by a need to forever indulge in the euphoric sensation.
Even as his oxygen supply quickly depleted, he didn't stop, deciding there was no better way to die than with [y/n]'s lips over his.
However, the said girl didn't appear to share the same sentiment since she was the first to pull away, leaving a string of saliva between them as she gasped, trying to fill her burning lungs with air.
Her eyes hesitantly moved to meet his piercing gaze, her lips parting nervously when she finally did. His green eyes had darkened with a ravenous hunger for her, and she'd barely been able to take more than a few breathes before his lips closed over hers again, this time with so much force that her back collided roughly with the walk behind.
The [h/c] girl could hardly keep up with his movements, shivering as the cool fabric of his gloved hands brushed just under the hem of her shirt and danced along the skin of her bare abdomen. He took every opportunity to explore her mouth, gently pinching her side to elicit a gasp that allowed him to slip his tongue inside.
Only after abusing her lips was the midfielder content to part, switching his attention to the rest of her body. Tugging aside her cashmere scarf, he began trailing soft, teasing kisses down her neck, each touch more heated than the last.
"[y/n], you're so..." His voice was hush, his shallow breaths fanning her skin with each time he spoke, "agonizingly beautiful."
His fingers moved across her exposed skin, treating it with a reverence one would bestow to something holy—something sacred—while his teeth carefully nipped at the junction between her neck and shoulder, leaving her previously unblemished skin with a reddened bruise.
His mouth, still pressed against her skin, tugged into a smirk when her hands dropped to his shoulders and latched tightly to the loose fabric of his jersey. His eyes reflected his delight, flicking over to watch her expressions with a crazed obsessiveness.
The moment she had returned his gesture, she unknowingly became his—his happiness, his world, his person—just like he was already wholly and devotedly hers.
There was not a single thing he didn't love about her; from the way her fingers quietly tapped together during a lie to the way she smiled so beautifully it made his heart palpitate, he couldn't have imagined anything or anyone more perfect.
But now that he'd gotten a small taste of her, he desperately craved more.
His movements reflected these desires and his touches grew bolder as he tried to imprint as much of her into his mind as possible.
"Wait," [y/n] breathed when his hand fully slipped under her shirt, her hands circling his wrists and effectively halting his exploration. The male's breath hitched when hers grazed the supple skin of his cheeks, his knees nearly buckling in response to the faint sensation of her soft lips brushing against his sensitive ears.
"Not yet," she whispered, "and definitely not here."
Sae, however, barely registered her words as he completely surrendered to her touch, releasing a shaken exhale as he waited impatiently for her to continue. Her disheveled appearance possessed an indescribable allure that left him utterly mesmerized, and it wasn't until he felt her start to pull away that he snapped back into his senses.
"What?" The midfielder confusedly protested when she drew back. His face remained flush with desire, and he helplessly watched as she moved to fix her rumpled clothes. His hands, already cold from their brief loss of contact, autonomously extended towards her only to be met with air.
He frowned, clenching his fingers.
His crestfallen face tickled [y/n]'s heart, and her expression softened reassuringly as she wrapped her arms around the boy's neck, effectively redirecting his attention to her. He smelled faintly of fresh pinewood and mint leaves, a combination that she decided she liked as her lips tugged into a small smile. "Why don't you go change Sae, I'll wait for you and we can go back together."
The reluctant arc on his lips hinted that he was unconvinced by her words and his hands settled on her waist with a firm grip, showcasing his resistance to such action. Still, the [h/c] girl remained unswayed by his plea, barely batting an eye at his behavior as she continued, "I'll even treat you to ice cream if you hurry... after all, you were the most special player on the field."
"Whatever..."
Flattery didn't take people far with Sae, but it definitely worked this time as he huffed and stiffly made his way to the locker room door, stepping inside and slamming it shut.
Immediately after escaping her view, he collapsed onto the floor, his fingers gripping at his hair as he buried his face into his knees. Luckily, the rest of the U-20 team had already finished and left, otherwise they would've never stopped laughing at the sight of the usually arrogant and prideful midfielder now crumpled on the locker room floor.
He absentmindedly touched his lips, remembering the way her plush ones felt against his as he burst into flames once more.
"[y/n]...my sweet [y/n]," he murmured, voice ladened with a sick love, "you'll kill me at this rate."
On the other side of the door, [y/n] waited quietly for the male to return, her features tinged with red as well. She was deep in thought, trying to sort out her own feelings on the midfielder.
To say she didn't feel anything for him would be a complete and bullshit lie. But she couldn't confidently say that she liked him either.
Was it wrong to kiss him back when she held such conflicting sentiments?
Before the girl could further mull over the matter, her phone buzzed in her pocket and she pinched the bridge of her nose, closing her eyes briefly before pulling out the device. Her thumb hovered above the red decline button but paused after she caught a glimpse of the caller id.
Combing her fingers through her hair with a tired sighed, the [h/c] girl held her phone out with a look of contemplation before finally swiping to answer.
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