Cherry Blossoms ✔️

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*if you want to read the explicit version, you can go to my profile and read the one with the R+ ;)

Cherry | 19 | Blossoms

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He leaned in, cupped Y/N's face and looked at her in the way she'd many times wished for—but it was more breathtaking than she'd ever imagined. It made her breath catch in her throat and her eyes flutter as she gazed at him from under her lashes.

Shouto leaned in tentatively, slowly, like he was scared that at any moment the spell would break and Y/N would push him away, but she wanted to tell him he was wrong. She wanted him.

His lips met hers in a soft embrace.

This kiss was different from the one earlier; this one wasn't desperate, or full of fear and adrenaline like the one they'd share on his bathroom floor. This kiss was more real, yet like a dream.

His lips molded against Y/N's in harmony as he brought his hand to cup the back of her neck and pulled her closer. Y/N had been sitting on the rolling chair that Shouto used by his computer, while he'd been sitting on the edge of his bed, so when he pulled her, she'd almost lost her balance. But her hands landed on his chest for support. It sent the tingling feeling she had in the pit of her belly on overdrive and every cell in her body felt like it was going to explode.

Y/N sensed like her heart was crawling in to her mouth over how fast it was beating. Shouto's kisses grew hungrier as he parted her lips wider and coarsed her closer. His hands had made their way onto either side of her waist. He was leaning forward, the ice pack that had been on his ribs long forgotten on the floor.

Y/N gasped against his mouth, separating their lips for a split second simply to jump off the chair and crawl onto his lap, carefully so she didn't injure him more. Shouto groaned in pleasure when she positioned herself in between his legs on her knees as she captured his lips once again. His mouth was warm, no—hot—against her own, almost blistering. Her fingers were running through his red and white hair as her arms wrapped around his neck.

It didn't take long for her to be completely bewitched by Shouto's spell. He could ask her to do anything and she would do it in a split second, no questions asked—as long as he kept kissing her. His fingers trailed the skin under the edge of her shirt, Y/N froze for a second as she remembered the array of scars and unhealed bruises she had over her back and chest.

"The lights," she muttered against his mouth.

"What?"

"We need to turn the lights off," she repeated again. She pulled away long enough so Shouto could see how serious she was. "I'm a bit, um. How do I put it? I..." she trailed off, but Shouto simply reached forward and kissed her gently, before he moved her to the side to stand. He groaned, but he managed to turn off the lights and close the curtains. She'd never had someone treat her the way Shouto was treating her. He understood, in a way, how she felt, and hadn't complained about it.

Now, they were in pitch black and she was all his.

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