Blackout || h.s

chapter five - midnight conversations & makeout sessions

He and I sat on my hello kitty sheets, watching each other intensely.
"Fucklet."
"Gorgeous."
"You don't know how to be nice."
"But you sure know how to turn me on, don't you doll face."
I looked at him confused, not knowing how in the world I could turn him on considering my closet consisted of onesies and multiple pairs of men's sweatpants.
"I find those quite adorable. Almost as adorable as you, doll." Oops. I said that out loud.
"Let's learn about each other, shall we?"
"No." I yelled behind my shoulder as I jumped off of the bed, trying to escape. As always he caught me, but unlike the "let's try to burn your house down while your cooking bacon by distracting you" scene, he was on top of me. He threw me on the bed, him landing shortly after. He laid on top of me, his arms beside his head. He lanky legs were spread apart and his biceps were bulging.
"God, you're so gorgeous." He said softly, caressing my cheek then my lips. I've never seen this side of him before, so sweet but filled with lust. My hatred for him was replaced, but probably not for long.
"I've never kissed a boy before."
"Virgin lips. I like that." He said, his cocky side showing again. He leaned in, cupping my chin in his hands as he smashed his lips onto mine. He lips were so rough against my soft ones, and I liked that. Kissing noises were the only noise that filled the room. I opened my eyes for a split second, seeing the moonlight illuminating half of his face. He was breathtaking. We slowly broke away from the kiss, seeing both of our hands tangled in each others hair. I sighed happily as he gave me a short peck on my now swollen red lips. My heart was beating wildly as my eyes fluttered open.
"You're so sweet and innocent doll. I bet you're a virgin as well."
"Yes I-i am." I squeaked. He sat up, pulling me with him.
"I'm taking you somewhere tomorrow, dress nice babygirl." He gave me one last peck on the cheek and hand before closing the door to my room shut. My insides were giddy, never knowing a cocky bastard like him could make me feel this way. He hit me, and he hit me hard.