𝓛𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽𝓼, 𝓒𝓪𝓶𝓮𝓻𝓪, 𝓐𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷!

CHPT. 11- TENSION

YOU OPENED THE DOOR TO your house, welcoming Sendō in first.

"I'm sorry if it's a bit of a mess.." You chuckled softly while closing the door behind you. You went into the kitchen and opened the fridge.

"Do you want anything to drink or to eat?" You looked over at him and he looked into the fridge.

"I kind of want mango juice.." He muttered, and you took the carton out, pouring you both a glass.

You sat on the counter and he leaned on the one in front of you. You both drank the juice slowly and quietly.

You have no idea if he felt it too, but there was a heavy amount of tension between you both. And it wasn't awkward tension.

It was the kind of tension that made you want to fuck him.

He set the cup down on the dishwasher and turned in on, washing his cup. You hopped from the counter and pushed him lightly.

"You're a guest here, girl. Don't do the dishes, i'll do them." You said, giving him a little wink.

He snorted and shook his head. "Okay, girl." He said before going to the couch and sitting. "Don't mind if I sit here." 

"Make yourself at home, Sendō! Don't worry." You added as you dried your hands and went to the couch, sitting next to him.

"So...What brought you here?" You grabbed the remote and turned on the TV.

"Nothing, I just wanted to check up on Ippo really quick before our match.." He paused.

"...And you.."

You swear, this man would be the fucking death of you if he didn't make a move.

You looked at him with a bit of wide eyes, your cheeks a light hue of pink.

"Me?"

"Yeah."

It was the same feeling again. The sensation you felt when you first met him.

And now he's eyeing at your lips the same way he did before.

Your hands traveled to his shirt collar and pulled him, softly placing your lips against his.

Your heart felt at ease as he relaxed into the kiss, his hand landing on your thigh. You cupped his cheek and deepened the kiss as his hand trailed further up your thigh.

He licked your lower lip and you immediately took the hint, gaping your mouth slightly open.

His tongue tangled around with yours, his hands caressing your waist gently. He pulled away from the kiss, panting faintly as a single string of saliva connected your lips together.

He laid your back on the couch and tugged at your shirt, looking at your for your approval, in which you nodded. He raised your shirt above your head and reached behind your bra to unclip it, but growled when he couldn't undo it.

You giggled and reached back, unclipping the bra. "Dummy." You smiled.

"Shush." He chuckled and pulled off your bra, his eyes locking onto your breasts and now hardened nipples from the slightly cold air.

You grabbed his hand and led it to one of your breasts, feeling him squeeze it softly.

"So soft.." he mumbled and brought his lips to one of the nubs, making you gasp and moan softly as he nibbled and sucked on your nipple.

His erection pressed against your thigh, heat pooling in your lower stomach as you felt his hips buck into your thigh.

He backed away from your nipple and started kissing your belly, leaving hickeys along the way. His hand unbuttoned your shorts and dipped inside of your lacy panties, finding your clit.