Your Love Is A Song

Do What U Want ღMikayuuღ

A/N: This is just the beginning, but I wanted to get it out there. Fly free, make people blush, my smutty work of wonder. *unclasps hand* Be free.

Oh. I blushed, looking over at the blonde next to me, a smirk growing on his face. That look on his face made me want him to make me scream. Little did anyone except Shinoa know, that despite my blushing timid exterior, I liked it rough. I wanted someone to make me scream. 

"My place or yours?" The blonde whispered huskily, trailing feather-soft kisses across the bare part of my shoulders. I shivered in anticipation. The blonde would have led me to believe he wanted to go gentle with me, but I could see right through it. He wanted it just as rough as I did.

"Either, whichever's closer." I breathed, a tingling feeling spreading across the area where the feeling of the kisses lingered as he started on my neck.

"Mine's a few minutes walk tops." Something in his voice caused a smile to position itself on my lips. I fully intended to alert him about my preferences. 

A few minutes later, I was led inside a rather posh apartment, Mika's hands travelling up and down the small of my back in just the right way to keep me wanting until he got me just inside the door, twirling me around and kissing me hard, pushing me against the door, thereby pushing it shut.

He nipped at my bottom lip, dragging his tongue on it a second later, just begging me to open my mouth and let his tongue explore my mouth. I smirked against it, refusing for now. I brought my hands up to tangle in his hair, yanking it ever so slightly away. When he came up, there was slight disappointment in his eyes until he saw that I was smirking.

"What are you lacking, princess?" Mika asks me, voice enticing and sending tingles down my spine. I tilted my head, as if considering. 

"I don't think I can tell you." I said vaguely, biting my lip dramatically. 

"Oh?" He asked, amusement lacing the same tone. 

"But maybe I can show you." I said, dropping my voice down to the one tone I use when I want one thing. Hard and rough, all night lone. Good thing it was a Friday, and if we wanted, all weekend. With that, I dragged his hair back towards myself, taking one out of his locks and placing it just under the hem of his shirt as I my lips met his. This time I was the one asking for access, and it was granted. 

He was not so surprisingly good at exploring every part of my mouth, and he fought off my tongue in a flash. I moaned as he looped both of his arms under my thighs, lifting me up. We were moving down the hallway and into his bedroom a minute later, the door swinging shut behind him. 

I gasped as he pried my fingers from his hair and threw me on the bed.

"Strip." He commanded, and I blinked, moving my hands to the scarf on my shoulders. I gently draped it up and over, getting up from the bed, I wrapped the scarf around his eyes.

"Don't look. We're going to play a guessing game." I murmured sensually, licking a bit of his ear as I withdrew.

"Hmm? What if I win?" He asks, eager. I shrug.

"You can do me any way you want." I said, dragging my shirt up and over my shoulder, revealing the small tattoo on my lower hip. I walked behind him, not removing the scarf, and hugged him, trying to see if he noticed. Unfortunately, he did.

"Mmmm, Yuu-chan took off his shirt. I can't wait to leave my mark on your body." Mika whispered into the darkness. I blushed ever slightly, before smirking. I had an idea.

"Correct." I whispered, my tone going deeper. I pulled off my pants, and then my underwear in two swift motions, then pulling the pants back on. Let's see him guess that, the little shit.

"What was it this time?" I asked, pressing my body up against his body. He moaned breathily when I rocked my hips ever so slightly. 

"Underwear!" He squeaked, and I smirked. Cute. I'd gotten him flustered. 

"Damn. Correct again. I'll have to get more creative." I said liltingly, detaching myself from his body.

"I'm looking forward to it."