Closed Arcade | KINICH

Prologue

This story is written using feminine pronouns, but the reader may change them as they please. 

"My sweet... please, let me love you the way you deserve to be loved.."

"No..! How would I know.. that you're not the same as everyone else..?! They all said that... and then left me with a broken heart!"

He quickly took a hold of her arm when she tried to leave, denying her an exit out of the situation, "Because I love you! I never loved anyone as much you, and.. you're not even mine yet.."

"'Yet'..?" She sniffled, and he nodded, a determined look on his face, "What's that supposed to mean..?"

"Just accept my love for you, even if it's just a little bit... if you don't want me at all, I'll let you go.." He went face to face with her, nuzzling his nose against hers, "So please.. can I kiss you?"

She sniffled again, tears welling up in the corners of her eyes before she softly bit her lip and nodded, "Yes.. you can."

A small smile tugged his lips upwards in happiness, and he leaned in, gently moving his lips against her in a soft and loving kiss. 

His hands snaked around her waist and pulled her as close as he possibly could, while she wrapped her arms around his neck, both trying to deepen the kiss as much as they can.

As sounds of sloppy saliva exchange and soft moans and grunts echoed through the dark and empty room, the TV turned off, now the room was pitch dark and pin-drop silent, the only light and sounds were of that of the moon and crickets.

"Damn liar..." Y/n mumbled as she sat idly on the couch, her eyes dull and sleepy. They then started twitching as her ears picked up on the lewd sounds coming from the bedroom, reminding her why she was watching the TV in the first place.

She took off the glasses that finely framed her beautiful eyes and placed them down on the coffee table, then rolled her head back, resting it against the couch back before letting out an exhausted sigh.

The moans and whimpers coming from the bedroom echoed in the entire apartment, simply driving the poor girl curled up on the couch absolutely insane. Y/n got up quickly on her feet, and turned to the direction of the room, taking large yet meaningful strides, until her vision went dark, the suddeness of standing up so quickly catching up to her. 

Y/n, blindly, but surely, made her way to the room, twisting the doorknob and walking in, completely ignoring the two going at it behind her, as she rummaged through her belongings on the desk.

Not able to find what she was looking for, a frown appeared on her face, making her huff and look at the two while feeling slightly impatient and eager to get out of this place, "Maria, where's my bag?"

"Heh-?" The bed creaking slowed down a little, as the blonde turned to face her roommate, her pretty diamond blue eyes staring directly at Y/n, silently asking her to repeat the question as she softly panted and tried to catch her breath.

Y/n sighed slightly when she saw how disheaveled her roommate looked with her skin glistening with sweat and her hair sticking to her forehead. She repeated, "Where's my bag?"

Maria scanned the room quickly with her hazy and dazed eyes, trying to focus and remember where she put Y/n's bag while cleaning up the place, "Try checking the closet?"

The man that was beneath Maria wrapped his arms around her waist and tried to pull her down to get her to start moving again, seeking more friction and warmth from her. Maria smiled softly at him and pressed a finger down to his lips, hushing him, "Gimme a second, handsome..~"

Y/n opened the closet, scanning the area for anything that resembled her bag, but once she realized what was put ontop of her and Maria's stuff, she simply shut it closed, feeling grossed out and almost barfing because of it.

"Nope." She stated, then Maria ran a hand through her golden locks in frustration, trying to remember. Where could the bag possibly be? "Um, if you need money, you can take my purse instead, but if you need your stuff, I guess-"
"Found it."

Y/n interrupted when she found her cross bag under a pile of hers and Maria's clothes. She had immediately grabbed it and dashed out of the room, muttering out an uncomfortable, "Have fun" to her roommate and her new boy toy as they kept on humping like gorillas. 

Once she left the room and closed the door behind her, the moans and whimpers of the two inside grew more errotic and disgusting, making her slightly barf and want to hurry out of this apartment. Y/n put a hoodie over herself and then slipped her shoes on before grabbing her keys and getting out of the apartment, locking the door behind her. 

Hearing the door click and confirm that it's shut, the vibrations of the air vents above her, the absolute silence that enveloped the complex's hallways, all brought some satisfaction and comfort to her. And now, it was time to run off.

A/N: some of these chapters are released prior to 4.8 and 5.0. My sasuke plushie is here to give me emotional support as I write about a character whom I know nothing about.