𝙁𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙇𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙨 • 𝐟𝐦𝐞!𝐚𝐮

જ siete: Aphrodisiac (M)

mature content. read at your own risk.

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✎; Justine

"What did I do to you? Why are you doi—" the wall felt cold on my back as he pushed me back, hands blocking both of the sides.

"What did I do to you? More like what have you done to me, Justine," his stare was cold as the wall behind me, I could feel it pierce through my own.

"Get off me you bastard!" I tried breaking out from his presence as I shoved him with my hands, but his agility was on a greater level than mine.

"I am a bastard, Justine. Your bastard," he said as he leaned in my ear, his cold breathing strumming endless strings of my earlobe, "You made me like this."

I felt his lips nibble on my neck, the plump organ pressing on the delicate skin that unnecessarily tingled up chills on my spine. Hormones.

I felt weaker and weaker as his lips roam around the beach more, seeking for more shells as his hands started to slip down my hips. I don't want this, yet I do otherwise. I DON'T LOVE HIM BUT MY BODY SAYS NO.

"Justine," his deep husky voice once again rang, but this time it was different. It was full of love and affection. The voice that made my heart dance in different beats but made it play in a different metronome, yet the only voice that will make it dance once again this time. The only voice that I lovingly hated so much.

"This is i-inappropriate," my voice twitched as his lips still roam on my neck, hands giving my chest a massage, causing the sting of whoever-knows-what-it-is to run down my system, "Inappropriate for the two of us."

He looked at me again, those eyes that always sparkle in delight and joy, those ocean eyes that always glitter like the clear waters that the daylight reflected, and those whose waves crash itself in deep pleasure onto the shore when the night hits different. Those eyes that I won't be able to see through once again. His hands that roamed cupped my cheeks before speaking, "I'm sorry, Justine."

His voice became so light and soft, like a puppy begging for affection. His strong hands wrapped around me tight, tight enough for me to breathe, "Sorry. I'm really sorry."

"Sike."

The noise coming from the rain outside was a bit too much, the heavy downpour of rain beated the steel roof like some drummer. My head hurts, the world seems to be spinning. I raised my head and roamed my eyes on the surroundings. What is this place?

"Oh, you're already awake?" an unfamiliar voice called from nearby. I glanced at a silhouette of a young man carrying a dust pan and a broomstick. He looks petite from afar, I guess he's a bit younger than me. But as he came closer, his built physique cleared it all. He seems to be a worker here anyway.

"W-where am I?" my voice became hoarse than usual. What happened again before? I was at the recording studio with the other trainees, then the television screens went live, recording us while recording the official song as well, then I got here. I have no idea.

"You're in a apartment of my grandmom. I guess your boyfriend will be back soon. We're you drunk last night?" he explained as he sat down beside the bed I'm on, giving me a glass of water, "Have some water first. I look a bit sober still."

"Wait, boyfriend? I don't have a boyfriend," I questioned what I just heard as I took the glass and drank it. I mean, Dexter and I aren't official yet. He's still courting me.