drowned ✔️

• t w e n t y - e i g h t •

•TWO YEARS AGO•
longer than usual; still very short (also, as usual, unedited)

Leon was still asleep when I woke up, my hot skin against his bare chest a reminder of my actions from last night. As my cheeks colored with red, Leon groaned, signifying his wake. I hid my face immediately, a futile attempt of disguising my embarrassment.

"Nara?" he questioned, wrapping a strong arm around my stomach. His fingers trailed up my arm, sending a silent shudder through me. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," I replied, my voice muffled by his pillow.

"Are you blushing, sweetheart?" he chuckled, pulling back strands of my unkempt hair, unsheathing my pink cheeks.

"No," I protested, pressing my face further into the layer of duvet surrounding us.

He flipped me over with ease, and his gaze was then unavoidable. I looked up into his eyes shyly, biting my lip with hesitation. His lips quirked into a smirk, and he leaned in, pressing them against my swollen ones. His tongue dragged across my mouth, coaxing it open.

"You've got nothing to be embarrassed about," he whispered in my ear minutes later, his hand cupping around my upper thigh.

"Oh, really?" I giggled, wrapping my leg around his body.

"Yeah," he replied huskily, "you're really good in bed. Especially for a virgin."

"Why, thank you," I stated sarcastically, shoving his shoulder playfully. I reached for my phone, the bright screen lighting up the dim room.

12:41

"Oh shit," I cursed, scrambling up and looking around Leon's room for my discarded clothes. 

"What happened?" Leon asked, getting up slowly, stretching his arms with a grumble.

"I have to go tutor," I breathed out, groaning, and falling back onto the bed, letting the duvet swallow me whole.

"If it bothers you that much, ditch," he suggested, falling back into bed with me.

"Yeah, I'll just text him," I muttered, tapping my phone screen blindly.

"Wait. It's a him?" he questioned, raising his eyebrows.

"Yeah. Lucas Dernington," I informed, finding my way to his contact.

"Now you have to go," he ordered, taking my phone from my hands. I looked at my half-written message with desperation, my sore body unwilling to leave Leon's bed for the rest of the day.

"What? Why?" I protested, grumpily.

"Because I want you to fuck him," he told me.

"Nope. No way," I dissented, shaking my head. I knew what I had been signing up for when I asked Leon to make me a "bad girl", but I didn't want to become a slut in the matter of a few days.

"I'm not giving you a choice," he stated, unimpressed with my pleading eyes.

"Fuck you," I grumbled, getting out of his bed. I grabbed the first piece of clothing I found, Leon's abandoned black shirt, throwing it on.

"Yes you did," he replied, smirking, his gaze trailing up my bare legs. I rolled my eyes at his gaze, finding a pair of his sweatpants in an unorganized drawer, putting those on as well. The fabric pooled around my ankles hopelessly, but they were still a more appealing choice than my black dress from last night.

"I need a ride home," I told him, placing my hands on my hips.

"Mhm," he placated me, his eyes still running over my silhouette.

"What now?" I questioned.

"Just appreciating how good you look in my clothes," he smirked, causing my cheeks to flush red once more. I rolled my eyes at his immaturity, walking out of his bedroom in equal parts amazement and fear.