ᴜɴᴅʏɪɴɢ ʟᴏᴠᴇ || ✔

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   Her pants were loud over the squeaking of her boots on the floor, dodging yet another swing of Hitoshi's fist with a slow exhale. She kicked herself back to put some distance between them, meeting his gaze with a wicked grin. She had to admit, he was getting quite good at close combat.
   Her eyes briefly flickered to the side to watch Denki pass the gym. He looked like he was fuming, carrying many wires and varying tech while he muttered curses and profanities under his breath. She thought she could make out a muttered "stupid system" and something along the lines of "such an asshole" from the way his lips were moving.
   Anna couldn't help but giggle. The poor blond had been attempting to fix his proximity alert for the past week.
   She turned her gaze back to the tired male while he fixed his feet to try and find a good position, and she crooked her head.
   "Fix your footing, love," she giggled. "Plant your feet. I'd be able to knock you over easily unless you brace yourself."
   His chuckle was soft through his heavy breaths, complying with the request, and she hummed with a nod of approval when he met her gaze curiously.
   "Very good," she praised, using the momentum of her next attack to slide through his legs to catch him from behind. Her eyes widened when he grabbed her wrist, and he dodged the swipe of her nails with her free hand. His quick spin was enough momentum to toss her halfway across the ring; he managed to catch her other wrist as extra leverage.
   She flew with a yelp, catching herself on the ropes with a choked breath. She turned to meet his gaze from over her shoulder in awe.
   His laughter was loud and refreshing when he doubled over. "Gotcha." He chuckled, and she hummed in approval, using the ropes to fly herself across the ring. He caught her quickly, spinning her until her breath was stolen from her lungs when her back collided with the floor. "Nice try," he smugly said, catching her wrists with one hand when she tried to swipe at him with her nails.
   A choked gasp left her lips when her eyes widened, utterly trapped when he slammed her wrists above her head. She was pinned beneath him, his free hand bracing his weight.
   Holy shit, she thought with a shuddered breath.
   He was hovering over her with a wicked grin, and her breath hitched at the sight. She could see everything from this angle. This was an absolute mountain of a man, and he was staring down at her like an eager feline who'd just caught their prey. She focused on his shoulders' steady rise and fall with each ragged breath that left his lips.
   His skin shone with a thin sheet of sweat from their previous sparring match. The shirt he was wearing clung to his skin, accentuating the curves and toned muscles of a broad upper chest, and he was leaning over her with a playfully smug look that made his eyes sparkle.
   "Gotcha," he chuckled deeply, and a shaky breath left her lips.
   Absolutely. There was no hesitation when the thought crossed her mind as she swallowed thickly.
   He leaned forward ever so slightly until their breaths were mingling, and her breath quivered when his eyes darkened.
   Fucking hell, the intensity in his gaze was enough to make her squirm.
   Her stomach was doing somersaults and her heart was pounding in her chest so hard she was certain he could hear it. She felt like she was being examined under a microscope. It made her skin prickle and crawl. There were sparks skittering down her spine with every warm breath that fanned over her lips.
   A breathy chuckle left his lips when she couldn't stop the shiver that shook her body. He was staring into her soul with the intensity in his gaze, and she swallowed thickly when she watched his gaze darken. Those eyes were hooded now, and she squirmed under his gaze. It felt like her entire body was set aflame wherever he looked. A grin curled the corners of his lips when he pulled back to hover over her again.
   Her gaze was drawn to the brief movement of the tip of his tongue darting across his lower lip, and her cheeks heated over.
   God, what she wouldn't give to know what else his tongue could do. She didn't doubt that she'd fall apart in an instant if his tongue was on her.
   She crooked her head curiously when his grin widened, his tongue darting across his lower lip again. There was a flash of something in his mouth. She was still in a daze from his teasing, squirming in his grasp and under his gaze. "What the hell is in your mouth?" She heard herself say before she could filter herself, and he chuckled.
   Dear God, the look he gave her when he smugly stuck out his tongue, and her eyes widened. Well, fuck her stupid, the bloke had a tongue piercing.
   How had she never noticed the jewellery before? She spoke to him every bloody day for the last few weeks. Hell, she even slept with the bloke.
   The words she wanted to say were stuck in her throat, unable to speak while she stared at the silver ball in the middle of his tongue. Had the heat in the mall been turned up? She wasn't certain.
   His gaze darkened, leaning forward to chuckle deeply in her ear. The noise pulled a shuddered gasp from her lips and she shivered beneath him. Holy shit, that noise was sexy as hell.
   "What's wrong, sweetheart?" His voice was deep when he cooed in her ear, and she couldn't contain the whimper that left her lips. "Got a thing for body jewellery?"
   Fucking yes.
   How could she not?
   She could never let the smug bastard know that. She'd never hear the end of it if she relayed that embarrassing piece of information. The piercing on his brow was enough to send shivers down her spine, let alone the silver hoops in his ears. His lips curled into a grin when he pulled back to meet her gaze and she swallowed thickly.
   "Yes," the whimper left her lips unwillingly, and she felt her face heat over.
   Well, that's embarrassing...
   His gaze darkened significantly when her lips parted with the word, leaning forward to bury his face into the crook of her neck. She shivered when his chest vibrated with a low growl.
   Holy shit, was that noise ever hot.
   She wanted to kiss him. So fucking badly. She would have let him kiss her in a heartbeat if there wasn't any risk. She would've given in without hesitation. Perhaps even slid herself into his lap to grasp his hair in a tight fist to hold his lips on hers. She briefly wondered how the silver ball on his tongue would feel against her own. Just the thought sent a skitter of electricity down her spine, and an involuntary shiver shook her to the core.
   Now that was one hot image.
   She needed to remind herself why she was keeping the poor bloke at a distance. She had to keep fighting the compulsion. She had to keep fighting the temptation to give in. She was only trying to protect him, giving in would be a mistake that could never be reversed. She cared about him far too much to do that to him.
   A choked gasp tumbled from her lips when the coolness of metal slid up the base of her neck, jolting from her thoughts. She couldn't help but squirm in his grasp, flexing her hands to try and grasp his wrist.
   "You're so cute," his voice was quiet, his lips curling against her skin and she shivered. She sounded pitiful with the way she was whimpering in his grasp.
   "Toshi ―" She mewled, and a low groan left his lips.
   He shifted to settle between her thighs, and she couldn't stop herself from hooking her leg over his hip to pull him closer. "Say it again, sweetheart." His voice was breathless when he spoke.
   The tremors rocking her body to the core were enough to pull another whimper of his name from her lips, desperately trying to free herself from his grasp. Another low groan left his lips, and she shivered when he lowered himself to slowly drag his tongue along the base of her throat. She couldn't stop the breathy moan that escaped when he sucked a patch of her skin into his mouth, quivering in his grasp when he gently sunk his teeth into her skin with a low growl.
   "God," the word left her lips in a breathless whisper, and he hummed in approval.
   He pulled back ever so slightly when he released her to admire his work. "Perfect," he uttered with painted cheeks, meeting her gaze with lust-blown eyes. "You're fucking perfect, sweetheart."
   He leaned forward again to drag a long, languid swipe of his tongue up the base of her throat. His breath was warm against her skin, a strange comfort regardless of the sparks that were lighting up her spine. It was enough to make her back bow from the floor when his free hand grasped her hip, quickly ducking said free hand beneath her to pull her flush against his chest. A sharp gasp left her lips at the sudden contact, and her eyes rolled when he rolled his hips ever so slightly.
   Her eyes widened when a choked breath forced itself from her lungs. Holy shit, is he―
   A loud laugh made the pair pull apart quickly, turning to the sudden noise.
   "Well shit," the blond chuckled. "That was one helluva show." He approached to lean against the lower ropes of the ring when Hitoshi released her with a bitter huff, putting some distance between them. "Don't stop on my account," Denki added, crooking his head playfully.
   She sat up on shaky limbs, still trying to catch her breath. Her cheeks still felt like they were on fire, and her bloody thighs were quivering.
   Did that seriously just happen?
   "Fuck off, Denks," the tired male grumbled with tinted cheeks. The rapid rise and fall of his shoulders told her he was also trying to catch his breath. "The hell do you want?"
   "Just came to tell you guys that lunch was ready," the blond snorted. "It's probably not that good since Kai made it, but still." He added. "What were you guys doing anyway?" He laughed.
   Hitoshi sighed, thrusting a hand through his hair. "Nothing," he grumbled bitterly, getting to his feet with a grunt of effort.
   "Yeah right," Denki snorted, meeting the tired male's gaze teasingly.
   "You guys go on ahead," she murmured, and the pair nodded.
   The tired male jumped out of the ring with a sigh, pulling the blond along by the back of his flannel. "C'mon, idiot."
   "I'm coming, man," the blond laughed. "Nice hickey, sweets!" He added over his shoulder teasingly.
   Her hand flew to her throat with a gasp, scowling at the tired male who offered her a grin from over his shoulder and a wink.
   The smug bastard.
   The pair of men vanished around the corner, and she allowed her body to collapse onto the floor with a shuddered breath. "Holy shit," she uttered under her breath, reaching to dig the heels of her palms into her eyes before she paused. She stared at the white imprint on the skin of her wrist. His handprint was seared into her skin like he'd branded her.
   She let her head fall back to stare at the overhead lights of the gym, still trying to catch her breath.
   God, was she ever screwed now.