but baby there you go again, there you go again, making me love you.
listen to the music here!
You sigh as you roll out of bed quietly in order to not disturb the peaceful body next to you. His slight smile matched his messy brown hair that you had pulled at last night. His hair was rumpled and unruly, and your eyes trailed down his unclothed body and you quickly forced yourself to look away.
You and I go hard at each other like we’re going to war.
This wasn’t right. You kept saying that you were going to stop this.
Your fingers comb your hair back as you slowly pad to the shower and let the gentle spray warm up before you get in.
He was ever the gentleman and perfect guy when you two were in public. But private was a different matter.
Yeah, I stopped using my head.
You didn’t know how to define you and Kiyoshi Teppei. You secretly knew that he didn’t want you two to be defined, and you left it at that, but that didn’t mean you wished otherwise. You two weren’t exactly dating, but you two weren’t really friends either. You thought friends with benefits was the best label, but even that seemed wrong sometimes–especially when he would remember your favorite order at a restaurant and bring takeout over.
And now I feel stupid, feeling stupid, crawling back to you.
You knew you were in over your head. You knew you were in love with Kiyoshi Teppei, but you weren’t brave enough to tell him. You weren’t even brave enough to try to break off what you two had, which you said you were going to do a month ago.
Trying to tell you ‘no,’ but my body keeps saying ‘yes.’
Being with him was breathtaking and frustrating. But the sex, oh god. It made everything seem better until you woke up and remembered that no, you weren’t supposed to do that. You felt used, but you know that you were the one offering your body to him. If you just told him to stop, he would, but you couldn’t. And so the tryst with him continued.
If he only knew how you felt.
I’ll be waking up in the morning, probably hating myself. And I’ll be waking up, feeling satisfied but guilty as hell.
It hurt, but it also felt amazing. You remembered how he held you last night, trailing rough kisses up your body as he pulled your body down on his throbbing length. You were sure that the neighbors would hear, but at that point you didn’t even care.
And the dirty talk. Kiyoshi Teppei was one of the sweetest and gentle people if he didn’t have ulterior motives. But in the bedroom he was different. He told you how dirty you were when you told him to go harder. He told you in explicit detail how turned on you were when he teased you.
But baby there you go again, there you go again, making me love you.
You moan under the warm flow of water that was making steam rise. You pressed your thighs together, trying to deny that you were aroused again.
Thoughts of him panting over your body as he desperately thrusted into you surfaced in your head, making you curse under your breath.
The spray seemed strangely erotic as you slid one hand up your body to cup a breast, tugging at a nipple. Your hips rolled in response, making you gasp. You needed more. Much more.
Got you stuck on my body, on my body, like a tattoo.
“Oh.” You whisper as your palm brushes against your clit. “Fuck.” You grow lightheaded as you stroke yourself, not even aware of your surroundings until you hear the shower curtain open and someone join you.
Instantly, all of your nerves are on alert as the deep husky voice of Kiyoshi Teppei murmurs into your ear. “Having fun without me?”
You groan as he uses his famous vice-claw, grasping at your chest and rolling a nipple between his long fingers.
“N-no.” You attempt to deny the obvious.
“Is that so?” His gentle smile is the exact obvious of his hungry, predatory look. Before you know it, you’re sagging in his arms, head against as his chest as he thumbs your nub.
The atmosphere grows even more heated as he pushes a finger into you. He chuckles at your wetness before pushing in another. “Look at you. You really want it, don’t you?”
So I cross my heart and hope to die.
You whine as he pumps his two fingers into you, barely skimming over your clit and paying attention to your breasts with his other hand. His mouth is biting at the skin of your neck between dirty whispers.
“Do you like my fingers inside of you? Would you like my cock more?”
“T-Teppei…” You plead raggedly. “I-I’m almost…”
He pulls out his digits, making you moan in disappointment. However, that quickly washes away as he pushes you against a wall, pulls your legs around his waist, and buries himself into you. You practically wail, clutching his back as he slams his hips into you again.
And I know I’ve said it a million times.
“You want to cum?” He asks, voice husky as he lightly slaps your ass. You weakly nod as he pulls you down harder on his member, letting you bounce while being supported by the wall and his body.
Intoxicated from him pounding into you, you attempt to still the throbbing in your stomach that was threatening to explode, knowing that you couldn’t disobey him. His thumb circles your clit and you buck on his length, crying out.
But I’ll only stay with you one more night.