The usual energetic and fight maniac, Luck Voltia is now pacing back and forth inside his room with his thumb between his lips. He's very restless, totally troubled, and agitated with only one thing running on his mind.
Y/N L/N.
His co-member here on Black Bulls and also, well, his crush. At the moment he fell in love with her, he promised himself that he'll never confess. Why? Because he doesn't want to ruin this subtle relationship they have, the level of friends. The girl mentioned above captured the blonde boy with her porcelain skin, almond-shaped eyes, kissable lips, and undeniable friendly character. She's every man's dream woman.
But these past few days, Luck is having trouble with his feelings. He found himself falling harder for the girl, and sometimes, (of course, puberty hits) he can't stop thinking malicious things with her. Masturbation is a thing for everybody, both male and female, and even it's too embarrassing to admit, Luck is mindlessly moaning his beloved's name.
"Holy shit," He cursed under his breath before sitting on his bed.
It's a day off for the members but the two of you only stayed inside the hideout. You're tired and lazy to enjoy yourself in the outside world and for Luck, he wanted to use this opportunity to spend time with you. Alone. Just the two of you, together.
"It's now or never," He sighed, standing up with conviction before he walked out of his room, knocking on your door. Your soft voice lingered on his ears like music when you mentioned, 'Coming!' Out of nowhere, he bit his lip.
Coming.
Coming.
Cum–No. What the hell?!
Mentally cursing, the door opened as he saw your petite figure standing before him with a sweet smile on your lips. He checked your beautiful body out, wearing a very thin satin dress that fits perfectly on you. God, why does he have to be horny at this kind of moment?!
"Hey, do you need anything?"
Breaking the silence, you mentioned him to come inside your room for a while.
"C-Can I say something to you, Y/N?" Walking silently behind the girl, he watched your hips as it swayed before you playfully sat on your bed.
"Sure, what is it?"
"I-err," As he stuttered, you fixed your hair, throwing it all on your back as your delicious neck was visible, enough for his eyes to notice it. He swallowed the lump formed on his throat as droplets of sweat are starting to stream down his forehead. Gripping the sofa roughly to suppress these dirty thoughts of him, he averted his gaze from you.
"Luck, are you okay? Do we have a problem?"
You stood up from your position, now walking towards the boy before sitting beside him. You placed your delicate fingers on his cheeks, making him freeze.
Oh God, oh my God, please...
Luck's heartbeat faster inside his chest, like a bull, wanted to come out from its' cage. This feeling he's trying to control earlier has become way out of hand. He became undisciplined while you became irresistible. The way you touch his cheeks, your soft skin brushing against his, he wanted more. He wanted more than that, he wanted more than just friends. He knew the both of you can't stay like this forever. The only cure for the forming bulge down there is you.
"Y/N, I like you," He directly spits it out without blinking his eyes. He caught your wrists before he slammed his lips into you. Of course, you needed time to process everything he just said but after a few seconds, your lips danced in sync with his. It became wilder, hungrier, both begging for more.
Luck hovered over you, pushing you down on the couch as your other hand touched his chest. You can feel his heartbeat faster than before, faster than when he's happy fighting villains out there, faster because he's with you. He cut off the connection, leaving you blushing under him.
"No, I love you. I love you, Y/N. So damn much."
You smiled, bringing your hand back on his face. "And I love you too, Luck."
Courage.
That's the only thing the both of you needed and finally, you achieved it. He smiled like a five-year-old child rewarded a candy before he carried you with his strong pair of arms, his lips now attacking your neck. This taste, your taste, he could drink a damn whole case and he can't just waste any drip of it. The connection made you moan, made you crazy, made you hot. When you do it, Luck doesn't know what to do anymore. You wanted him so much, badly, erroneously.
Using this opportunity, he skillfully opened your door before he led you to his room, throwing you into his comfortable bed. If it's all a dream, the both of you will choose not to wake up anymore.
"Y/N..." He whispered, topping you.
"Yes?" It came out almost a whisper as your eyes sparkled, watching how beautiful his face is.
"You're in my heart," he lifted your dress effortlessly, tossing it somewhere in his room.
"You're in my head," his hands trailed down on your back as he unclasped your bra, shoving it off the way before his lips kissed your precious, soft chest.
"Oh my God, Luck..." you moaned, hands gripping on his hair.
"And now, you're going to wake up on my bed."
Killing the momentum, he brought his lips beside your ear, whispering that very sweet yet lustful phrase, making you blush. At that moment, you knew you won't be able to walk properly tomorrow.
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