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6. Morning Voice {Zuho}

MORNING VOICE

Word Count: 535
Story Type: [ Romantic/Cute/Sweet ]

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You stretched your limbs out, not realizing you accidentally hit your boyfriend. You could hear him groan slightly, wrapping his arms and legs around you like a koala— making you not able to move anymore.

You wiggled in his arms, trying your best to set yourself free— but it proved useless. You could hear him chuckle at your attempt to break free, his raspy laughter making your heart beat excitedly.

"You make me up by hitting me, and now your trying to run away?" Zuho's morning voice mentally made you melt. You felt your face heat but from his low hoarse voice— thoughts running wild through your mind.

"What're you thinking, silly woman." Zuho flicked your forehead, letting you go. You whined, rubbing the sore spot as you glare at him— your cheeks still red from being caught.

"N-Nothing." you muttered, turning away so you weren't facing him. Your boyfriend rolled his eyes at your childish actions— the tip of his fingers running across exposed skin on your waist. His lips made contact with your shoulder— kissing soft kisses.

"Jagiya, don't pout. I love you~" he cooed, trying to get your attention. You admit to yourself that you were being petty for pouting over such trivial things, it was your fault for hitting him anyways.

But you couldn't lie to yourself— you liked the attention he gave you. The way he tried getting you to look at him, his cold fingers touching you gently— his lips kissing your skin tenderly. You were a women after all, and all women love to be spoiled with affection by their lovers.

Zuho, turned you around— pinning you to the bed underneath him. His deep brown eyes stared fiercely at you—his lips stuck in between his teeth as he bit on his roughly.

"You're such a needy woman." Zuho's deep voice sent chills, giving you goosebumps. His lips connected with your, making your skin burn from his touch. One hand on your waist, slowly creeping under your rising tank, the other resting on his forearm by your head— propping himself up.

His lips moved in a steady pace against yours. His tongue grazing your bottom lip. Your kiss intensified— your heart pounding against your chest so hard, you swore he could hear it. His cold hand was under your shirt, gently rubbing circles as you continued kissing.

You hummed in pleasure as Zuho captured your bottom lip between his teeth, tugging softly in such a lustful, passionate way. Your arms grabbed his bare shoulder, not wanting to feel completely under his control.

Zuho completely dominated you in the kiss, setting the pace of the speed— making you feel weak underneath him.

He pulled away— watching your disheveled form. He smile in satisfaction— knowing how easily it was to control you. He found your obedient and easy to please personality cute— making him want to please you more.

"If you stop looking at me like that, I don't know if I can control myself." Zuho whispered making your whole face turn bright red.