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no cw for this chapter :)
shit is gonna get juicyyyy
WORD COUNT: 4.5k
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YOU HAD BEEN AVOIDING HIS TEXTS for a week or so now. Actually, that was a lie. There was no "so"; you knew exactly how long you had been ignoring his texts. It had been a week and two days.
WAKA
Waka
| i hope u got home safe doll
| gn
Delivered 1w ago
Waka
| hey u ok?
Delivered 1w ago
Waka
| call me when u get the chance
| i wanna talk to u
Delivered 2h ago
You stared blankly at the phone screen.
Takeomi strolled into the room. Setting his phone on the dresser next to a glass of whiskey left unfinished from last night along with a pack of cigarettes, he shrugged his coat onto the floor. You watched his chest heave as he sighed with relief. He slicked his hands back over his hair, laying down a few strays.
"You okay?" You asked. Normally you wouldn't – you didn't want to be the one that anger was directed towards, and Takeomi was like a ticking timebomb – but today was one of his good days. "You seem tense."
You felt your own shoulders tense as his weary eyes met yours, cold and unreadable. To your surprise, however, he answered.
"Shit day at work," he sighed again. He approached the edge of the bed and then took a seat. His hands began working at the first few buttons of his shirt. He glanced back at you. "You want to help me get my mind off of it?" he asked, clearly hinting at something more.
You didn't want to. Not really. But, shit, the guilt from last week was eating you up inside. You figured it was the least you could do.
You clicked your phone off, ignoring the way the screen lit up for a brief moment as you went to flip it over. With a slight tilt of your head, you offered, "Come over here then."
Takeomi grinned.
You felt your whole body jolt upward as he pressed into you. The weight of a fully grown man against your chest – squishing your sore breasts into your ribs in a way that was nothing short of agonizing – wasn't one of your favorite feelings, to say the least. No, you weren't a fan of that.
