Spicy x Shinsou

Shinsou || One more thing, I love you too.

Friends with benefits.

That term doesn't sound as bad as it really is. In most cases, when two people agree to become friends with benefits they also come to an agreement of no feelings attached and strictly sex but that wasn't the case, for Spicy at least. 

See, she had been hooking up with this guy, Shinsou, and not only have they been a very intimate—she just so happened to have caught feelings for him. It wasn't the brightest choice but then again, it wasn't even a choice.

It happened unintentionally.

Shinsou was a quiet and conceded guy, of course not when the deed was being done but when they hung out afterwards. He was always sweet and they normally had a good time together, either watching a movie afterwards or going out to eat at a small food truck in the middle of the night. He was always there for her when she needed him, vice versa. Everything just felt so natural when they were together and time didn't feel real, They were each others comfort for better and for worse.

But of course, all good things must come to an end. Their texts became shorter and more dry, whenever they'd hook up he would up and leaver after it was done and he'd barely talk to her. This took a toll on Spicy, she didn't know what to do with these feeling or how to properly express them and time was letting loose, he kept drifting away from her and she didn't know how to stop it from happening.

Now that we're done with that sappy ass backstory, here's present time.

It was 12:45 at night and she was sprawled out on her couch watching the one of her many favourite anime's.
A small squeal was heard from her as her favourite character came on the screen as she popped a piece of popcorn in her mouth. When she wasn't at work, she was most likely home watching tv of some sort (or listening to yagami). Just as the show was getting good, an abrupt knock was heard on her door causing her to groan in annoyance.

I didn't invite anyone over did I?

She let her thoughts wonder as she sat up and put her slippers on, pausing the tv and walked over to the door, looking in the peephole. Her eyes widened as she saw Shinsou standing there with a solemn look on his face and quickly unlocked the door and opened it, allowing him to come in. The last time she had even seen him was more than a week ago and the last they had texted was merely three to four days ago so she was beyond confused.

This bitch was flabbergasted.

He walked in her dimly lit apartment that was decorated with fairy lights and lovely small and big plants with the smell of coffee and caramel. He really did miss this place.

"Shinsou? Are you...okay?" She hesitantly asked as she closed the door, watching him cruise over to the couch and getting himself comfortable. She raise an eyebrow at this behaviour, due to the fact that he casually entered after not speaking to her in so long. "What are you doing here?" She asked another question after the previous unanswered one as she sat next to him on the couch, legs crossed and fully facing towards him as he just gazed at her, leaving his eyes to roam her body. She was in a oversized sweater that barely made it past her thighs and knee high socks that were very very comfortable on her and tempting for him.

He licked his lips and slyly responded, "I just missed you" which was fully true, he missed not seeing her and he craved her touch, the way she smelled, how she laughed at the smallest of things, how her dumb ass choked on food cause of how stupidly fast she would scarf it down, how she got flustered quickly no matter how many times he's seen her in her most vulnerable state.

He missed her.

He swiftly puller her onto his lap and placed his arms around her waist, pulling her closer and taking a deep breath in and inhaling her every scent, "I just missed you a lot....I thought about you every second of everyday when we weren't together" and that sentence caused her to scoff as she leaned into his touch and play around with his hair, "and whose fault is that? You're the one that left me high and dry all of a sudden. What's with you" she said, she really did want to be mad, really, but whenever he was around she immediately melted, some shit along the lines of love I guess.

"I went through some....stuff" he responded as he nuzzled into the side of her neck leaving little kisses here and there. "That's not fair, you can't just ignore me and then come into my apartment and act as if everything were normal." She said and pulled away from his kisses, attempting to slide off his lap onto the couch cushion but failing due to his tight grip on her hips. She rolled her eyes and huffed, getting slightly irritated with his short responses. She deserved an explanation, that much at least. As her gaze fell back on him, the dim lights were just enough to shine the clear hickey that was on his soft neck. Not one, not two, not even three but four whole ass hickeys were clear as daylight as she focused more.

"What the fuck" she mumbled as she felt jealously bubble up in her, and he took immediate notice to that. "What's that shit on your neck?" She asked coldly as he blankly stared at her, "why does it matter to you?" He asked. "We're only friends with benefits aren't we?" He replied and attempted to pull her back into him, missing her warmth. Matt knew he fucked up with that statement and couldn't fix the damage before it was too late, so he tried it play it off.
Spicy of course would not let that shit slide as she fought against his grip and actually managed to pull away, standing and backing up from him as a she furrowed her brows together. He was right of course, and there was no reason for her to react like this, they were free to see who ever. But it pissed her off, it really pissed her off. Why would he show up here with hickeys and him saying he missed her? Why would he show up out of the blue and say that? All these questions ran through her head as he got up too. "What's up with you?" he asked, "see yourself out" is all she said as she started to walk back to her room, though she didn't get far. He grabbed her wrist and spun her around, placing his hand on the small of her back and the other on her face whispering, "what's got you so worked up?"

She quickly got flustered, but kept her composure, "you're so dense" she spat at him, "you come into my place, sit on my couch, get all touchy with me and then fail to even answer any of my questions. not to mention the fucking hickeys on your neck" she said as he gaze fell onto them, a deep sinking feeling digging at her chest as she refused to even look him in the eyes. "How fucking dense are you?" She asked lowly, "I gave you several hints, I opened up to you..." she dazed off as pulled her face away from his hand.

"I'm in-love with you" he replied, keeping his eyes on her and every one of her movements.

"I didn't know what to do with that information, I didn't know how to show it to you, so I distanced myself" he said and placed his index finger and thumb under her chin, pulling her back to look at him as he looked slightly down at her smaller figure. "I realized that was a fucking mistake ok? I'm sorry, the hickeys are nothing. I was with a girl, but stopped at the hickeys, we did nothing. She's nothing compared to you" he whispered out the last part, as he inched closer to her face.

She was at loss for words, her eyes wide and heart at a fast pace, what the fuck was she supposed to say to that??

Whilst he got closer her eyes started drooping, instinctively leaning in too. Their lips connected at a soft rhythm, passion and heat spreading through their bodies as his hands started to roam her figure. The kiss deepened, bodies pressed against one-another as his hands snaked under her thighs hinting her to jump. She did as requested, wrapping her legs around his waist as they started nearing the couch. They went down with a 'plop' as they kept their lips connected, him hovering above her.
After a very heated entanglement of the oral cavity, he pulled away for air and loomed over her with a lustful look in his eyes as she looked up at him with the same look.
He truly admired her, everything about her was so fascinating to him. A work of art, one might call it.

Before anything else could happen, he engulfed her into a hug, digging his face into her neck and lying on top of her. "I love you" he muffled out, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done what I did. I know I'm stupid for that. Forgive me?" He asked as he stayed in place, she hummed in response and let him stay there, slightly letting him lie in between her legs and stroked his hair, "on one condition" she said. "Don't pull that shit again" she said sternly. He nodded in response, "noted" is all he said.

"One more thing, I love you too"

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OK LMFAOOO listen slick idk what the fuck I was doing 🙈 this was random as a bitch and I need help writing shit bc I'm a slow mf who can't write even if her life depended on it. Anyways I hope you enjoyed this miss spicy and I'm prolly finna make more stories just for you 🤪 only if you want me to ofc.