Projection (Male reader x Female OC)

026

Sitting on the seat of the dining table across from me, she is watching me with a rather malicious stare... only god knows what is going on in her mind and I just know there are so many ways tonight can go that could both be very very wrong and very very exciting.

"What are you smirking about?" I ask her.

"Hmmm. I wonder~"

I shake my head at her.  "It is just a coincidence that today of all days mom isn't going to be showing up so she got us takeout before she had to leave, besides it happens quite a bit-"

"Not questioning it, just saying that it is quite fortunate, no?"

I shake my head again. "It is just like the world has decided to all at once go your way for once, must be a nice change of pace."

She leans back in her seat. "The universe gave me boobs for a reason, whether you like it or not-"

"I don't think that will ever be the case with boobs, Rin."

"Hmm, fair."

"Eat your food." I dig into my takeout and she finally pulls her foam container over to start eating. "Mom should be home by tomorrow night, usually the case when they call her to drive somewhere this late in the night."

"What for exactly?"

I sigh. "Client shit, fuck knows what they do. I'd ask but that be like me expecting you to understand anything that goes on inside a computer."

"Yeah, it would be like trying to talk to a brick wall."

"At least the brick wall is trying to respond-"

She interrupts me, "At that point, I'd rather have the brick wall than you trying to understand what the fuck I am talking about."

"Almost feel the same way about you."

Narrowing her eyes at me. "But at least I include you even when you don't want to be included, besides even though you don't enjoy being around people you still enjoy the experience even if you do regret it for a moment."

"That's part of the introverted charm."

"Sure it is."

"It is." I stuff my face while she silently stares at me. "What?"

"Maybe there was a time when that was the case with me but now I am starting to think that me not being around you would almost go badly," I look up at her. "Well... not considering our situation that we are in now."

"You were the one clinging to me."

She nods. "I am not going to deny that I was freaking the fuck out and the only person in my life that I could trust was an incel... I mean there are worse people to rely on but why not on someone that would rather just rely on themselves."

"That does not translate very well into the way you are thinking."

"Right right. We'll just say that my ass got me this far with you."

"Hm mhm. Lucky for you, you turned from an idiot to a hot idiot," I continue to stuff my face, then with a chuckle, I add, "but that is part of your charm."

"Fuck you and your help," she laughs, getting out of the chair she takes her tray to the kitchen counter.

"I honestly don't think I did as much as you think I did, but then again the presence probably mattered more to you than anything else. Looking back at it, at least I was able to somehow talk to a woman just to help you get dressed which just begs the question of why you keep calling me the incel-"

She places her finger against my lips and drops onto my lap. "Shh. You talk too much for your own good, it is off-putting."

"Want me to just keep quiet?"

"Don't do that either, find the middle ground."

I roll my eyes at her. "Which is where exactly?"

"Somewhere between shutting the fuck up and kissing me?"

"Rather aggressive."

"Probably not aggressive enough to get through to your thick skull."

"It got through..."

She rests her hands on my shoulders, her fingers squeezing them gently like a massage. "So is the tactic to talk enough shit that I start getting fed up and shutting you up myself?"

"Works easier if you are the one taking the lead."

Her hands slide past my shoulders, resting her arms on them she presses her lips against my cheeks before whispering to me, "Did it not occur to you for a single moment that it is not that I want you to take initiative but rather that you put me in my place, hmm~"

"R-Rin-"

She pulls away slightly to lift herself and then reposition herself to straddle me, then resting her arms over the rest of the chair she locks eyes with me. With a rather smug expression, she raises her eyebrows.

"Yes?" She giggles slightly, taking a deep breath she exhales slowly. "Do you need some motivation? Think about how you could just pick me up and put me down on the table right there and I'd let you do whatever you want with me."

I feel a tingling shock travel through my system, making the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end.

Her eyes widen slightly as if she was surprised at what kind of reaction she was getting out of me before transferring it into a sweet and sultry stare.

With a whisper she stops her lips inches away from mine, I can smell her breath brushing against my lips. "Looks like I am already getting some sort of reaction from you."

"You think I'd not be getting excited with you whispering to me like that?"

"Oh, baby." She pouts with a smile. "It will be my mission to give you awkward hard-ons at the most random times after tonight."

I finally rest my hands on her waist, sliding my finger under her shirt. "Is this supposed to be random?"

"This is supposed to get you to make a move on me already, fuck the normal way. I don't want you to woo me into your bed because god knows you are going to take a few months to even get that right."

I scoff. "Saying I can't do it?"

"Saying that I am not the type of girl that finds that fancy, I'd rather play with it a bit till we get there." She then smiles at me before whispering again, "There's never going to be as perfect of a time to make love to me, because I don't think you'd want to go to bed with that big guy so excited for me."

My fingers run over her abs and up to her chest, I feel the lining of her bra and instantly move my hands back to her lower back before nudging her closer to kiss me. She holds me by my face kissing me deeply while I hold her close to my body.

Breaking away she gestures towards my room with my head. "I have an idea~"

"Hmm?"

"Your mom won't be home till late tomorrow, right?"

I feel a knot in my throat because I know exactly what she is going to suggest us do. "Yeah."

"Let's skip school."