sneaky link | kamijirou

Chapter 13

denki found himself being dragged into the laundry room with a fuming kyoka.

he looked down to see her looking up at him, infuriated.

denki gulped, scared of what was about to come. she was indeed enraged.

"this is all your fault," kyoka seethed, pulling down her shirt to show him the red marks on her neck that he left last night.

"r-right i'm so sorry!," denki cried, already regretting what he did. "couldn't you use makeup to cover that up?"

"i did. i used concealer but i started sweating so much and now it's smudged and you can clearly see them," kyoka huffed.

"how come you started sweating?," denki questioned.

kyoka groaned in annoyance. "because i was doing the laundry. all by myself."

"oh. why didn't yaomomo come and help?"

"i didn't want to be a burden," she shrugged. "it's supposed to be my turn so i insistently told her i'm fine without her help."

"well in that case," denki said, grabbing the basket full of clothes on the counter. "i'll lend you a hand. this is an apology for biting your neck without your consent."

kyoka scoffed, but a small smile lingered on her lips. "you sure you're not just going to steal one of our undergarments?"

"might consider it," denki looked up and rubbed his chin.

without hesitation, kyoka harshly threw a shirt at his face.

"ow! i was only kidding!"

"shut up and get to work already!"

denki had a hard time taking his eyes off of kyoka while she started putting the clothes into the laundry machine.

in all honesty, the love bites he made on her neck looked so beautiful, like a work of art. he wished she wouldn't hide them. he liked seeing her neck painted with hickeys. that would show everyone that she was his. well, if only she could be his.

kyoka crouched down next to the basket of dirty laundries and felt denki's warm breath fanning down her neck when she was about to throw the clothes into the washing machine.

"what are you doing?," she turned her head slightly to look back at him.

denki leaned back a bit, a smirk evident on his face. "it's just, i never seen you bending over in front of me like that."

kyoka glared at him for brief moment before averting her gaze.

"that's so hot by the way," he said in his husky voice.

"what the hell," kyoka mumbled as she tried to look anywhere else but him. "stop messing around-"

she gasped when she felt denki's hands slipping into her shirt, groping her breasts.

is he seriously hard right now?!

kyoka failed to suppress the mewl that escaped her lips as denki buried his face into her hair.

"don't hide your voice, jirou," she could hear the smirk in his tone followed by a soft chuckle.

kyoka groaned and tried to stand up, hoping to get denki off of her but he still had his hands on her waist and stood up as well.

she turned around and looked at him, annoyed but was taken aback when he pushed her until her back hit the washing machine and before she knew it, she was sat on the washing machine with his waist in between her thighs, grinding against her.