[Short Fic] Afterglow
Y/N: Actually very nervous about this little fic.But MaoPi...They have a hold on me like whoa.Lol.This is actually inspired by a story I've read before.I love the dynamic of the couple in that story and well,this isn't exactly it but I did try to make it a bit different.It's also smuttier than what I usually write.Coz I want to leave the smut to more gifted writers.Lol.But I tried.If it makes you uncomfortable,stop reading.I won't blame you.Lol.This is sort of a new one for me,I guess?Thank you for not wanting to blast me (Right?Right?) for another whole new story.But this is a standalone.If you guys want more,there could be.Though Memento comes first from now on.*nods* Sorry about the font.
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Their harsh panting were the only sounds left in the loft.
Mao gave a swallow and continued to catch her breath. Her gaze locked absently on their hands still clutched tightly together. Ears pounding, body throbbing, and the faint lust still coursing through her were not allowing her wits to come back just yet. A drop of sweat rolled down her cheek and ended on the sheets.
His harsh breath was right by her ear. His forehead pressed against her temple. His chest on her back; their sweat mingling together. She could still feel him trembling; still trying to calm his body down. He was still inside her, unwilling to move just yet.
Skin against skin.
It was the language they each knows best. And when they found each other, the intensity between them was unlike any they've experienced.
It was addicting.
It was exhilarating.
More.
More.
Always more.
She was slowly starting to stir, nuzzling her cheek into the sheets slightly. A slight frown marring her face, feeling like there was something she should be doing right now. The hand that had been bruising her hip was now gone and in the next instant was covering her left hand. It had been loosely clutching the sheets she had ripped out through their intense coupling.
She felt his lips planting a tender kiss on the nape of her neck and she flinched. An amused chuckle came from behind. He then let go of her hands. The sense of loss she felt at that moment was instantly squashed. He gently brushed away the hairs clinging to her temple.
"Get off," she rasped out, finally remembering how things should be between them.
How things really are between them.
"I already did," Tomo said. She could hear the smug smirk in his voice.
He pulled out of her gently and she had to grit her teeth for wanting, no, needing to pull him back inside her again.
Empty. That was what she was feeling now. And she wants to kick some sense back into herself now.
She turned on her side and shot him a fierce glare, directing all frustration at him. And his smugness is grating. He looked completely unaffected though, kneeling on the bed, looking down at her. She tried to quell the desire to pounce on him, looking thoroughly fucked and at ease with his nudity.
"Thrice, I believe," he continued with that stupid smug face. "So did you. But you are leading judging from the number of times I heard you scream my name."
Mao's body was reacting to the memory of how he got her to scream. Her voice is probably still hoarse so she just gave him the finger. She won't give him further satisfaction.
Tomo gave a slow grin at the sight of her. Laid out before him naked, hair wild and giving him attitude with her signature glare. He could feel his body responding again. Not really hiding it from her. She noticed and absently rubbed her thighs together.
But no, she won't give him any satisfaction.
"Though I was surprised I still know how to count," he then chuckled softly.
The hooded, lustful look in his eyes as his gaze slowly took all of her in was suddenly replaced by the softest look and she unconsciuosly brought the sheet up to cover herself. Somehow feeling like he could see everything. Could see right through her and it's never supposed to be like that.
He seemed to be amused at her actions; like he doesn't know every inch of her skin already. A small smirk then appeared on his lips; she felt wary about that. Like it was telling her he's figured her fears out. Choosing to ignore that, she never lost her glare.
The soft look was back and something ached deep within her heart.
"You were a-"
"Great fuck." She will never allow any tenderness. Rough, she can handle. "Aren't you going? I still have errands."
She ran a hand through her hair, acting casually. Like she was beginning to get bored. His eyes narrowed. He carefully got down her bed and stood there in all his glory, eyes still on her. She swears he's doing it on purpose, knowing how it's hard for her to resist him. Oh, how she wanted to lick those abs. But she got a hold on her lust.
For now.
"You know," he started looking for his clothes on the floor. "Aren't you afraid that one day I'll get tired of you kicking me out of bed?"
She didn't really want to think about that. And the implications of that realization she doesn't want to delve into. So she just gave a smirk. "I can find another guy to fuck me then."
He suddenly straightened up and looked at her, jaw tightening. "No. You won't."
She couldn't look away from the passion she sees in his eyes. Along with the possessiveness and the slight panic in them. Somehow it made her a bit giddy being at the receiving end of such a look. She's still just a girl after all.
"Why not?" She couldn't resist teasing.
"Because this is more than just fucking," he gritted, putting on his boxers. "And you know it."
And just like that she wished she could take back every word she said before they came to this. Should have sent him on his way already. What was she doing still playing the flirting game? She's already got what she wants from him. It's time to do just that.
She leaned her head back in frustration. "God, do you even hear yourself? Don't be such a baby. You know the game better than anyone."
"Have you honestly ever felt anything like what we have?"
Mao's head snapped up. Her eyes darkening as she locked eyes with him. A small sardonic smile on her lips.
"Oh, wow. We really have something special, huh? That's why you still slept with those three girls after we've already started. Silly me, failing to see that."
His surprise, and a little guilt, were clear on his face but he recovered quite quickly as if something just dawned on him.
"You're jealous." It wasn't a question.
She groaned inwardly. Where is the off button for her mouth? She wasn't really planning on divulging that she knows about that. What would be the point? She didn't really care. Much. Things are getting worse.
"No. I'm pointing out that the things you've been implying about us is utter crap," she ground out, fisting the sheet that was failing to cover her entirely. "And I don't get jealous."
"You are right now."
He had slowly climbed back into bed and was making his way to her.
"I am not."
The mischievous twinkle in his eye was there. He grabbed her exposed leg and pulled her down firmly as he covered her with his body. He smiled down at her, not really noticing the death glare she was giving.
"There's nothing to be jealous of, Mao."
"That's what I've been trying to say!"
"They'll never be you," he said simply, as if he didn't hear her.
Oh god, she's blushing. Tomo watched in fascination as her cheeks tinged crimson. And he knows it doesn't stop there. Her whole body will be flushed and he wanted to just rip the sheets off her, see for it himself and then sink into her and just stay there.
Or maybe have her legs wrap around his head once more as he worships her first before taking her again. He just can't get enough of her, no matter how many times or ways they've done this.
"God, you're adorable," he murmured with much reverence as he dipped his head down to nibble on her shoulder. He slowly made his way down nipping, licking, suckling...
The way she responds to him, the way her hands rake through his hair, those little noises she makes are enough to drive him insane. He went back up to her shoulder, giving it a nip and then started to lick up her throat, flicking his tongue on her jaw. He felt her legs wrapping around his hips, locking him to her, and his eyes rolled back as he felt her heat pressing into him.
"What you do to me... Those girls can never compare. You're all I can think about even then. I came to thoughts of you..." He bit her earlobe; his breathing becoming more labored. Mao was rubbing frantically against him, wanting more. Her nails clawing his back. The deep timbre of his voice, his words were igniting a fire within her.
And he wanted that fire.
He tore the sheet away from her body, making her gasp. His hand then found its way between them to give her what she needs. Her head snapped back as she moaned, her hands now fisting his hair. His hand gradually started moving faster and he watched as her head thrashed around.
"Fuck..." He groaned, starting to search for more friction himself. Wanting desperately to sheathe himself between her legs but he wanted to give her this first.
She moaned again. He then crashed his lips to hers for a bruising kiss. She met him fiercely, tongue wrestling with his. Exploring each other. He pulled away after a while, taking her lower lip with him. Forehead then pressing against hers as he watched her face, knowing she's close. Her movements becoming more and more frenzied.
"Only I can make you feel this way. You feel it, don't you...? Yeah, I know, baby. I know what you need." His body shuddered when she bit his lip, whimpering against them. His fingers started to fuck her harder; her hips working faster.
"Show me. Show me how you can only have this with me," he whispered almost achingly. "Won't find this with anyone else... Never... Those guys you fucked don't know you like I do. Won't ever know you like I do..."
Mao's eyes fluttered. Her head snapping back. Her mouth open in a silent scream.
"Did they make you come? Come so hard you blacked out?" His voice had a new edge to it. The glazed look in Mao's eyes started to slip. Something was different. "Was it them that did it for you? Or were you thinking of me, fucking you, ramming into you so hard, you had to stop yourself from screaming my name."
"It will never be the same no matter who you try to fuck. You can't forget it. You can't forget us, Mao. So show me now. Show me; let me hear it. Let me-"
Mao's eyes snapped open, alert, as she pushed him and his hand away. They both cried out involuntarily at the lost. Staring at each other, breathing heavily. Mao tried to focus, as she slowly sat up. She was holding up pretty incredibly for someone who was on the verge of easing the growing frustration in her. Maybe she should have waited a while more before she pushed him away. The frustration was coming in waves still, the ache between her legs still there, and she wants to claw at something.
Most probably his eyes.
"What the hell?"
"You think I don't know how you've been trying to fuck every guy you come across since that whole week we had? Like you're trying to prove something to yourself." Seems like he's been sitting on this for a while now.
"Every guy? It was three guys, you ass!" Wait a minute... Three...
"But we're here now." His voice broke her from her musings. "So in the end, you're still looking for what we have."
He looked cocky but she could see the hurt and insecurity somewhere in his eyes. "Tell me I'm wrong."
"You're wrong," she spelled out, meeting his pissed off look. "We're here now because you're a better fuck than most guys I've-"
"I'm the best you've ever had." He ignored her rolling her eyes. "But that's not it."
"And you know that better than myself how? Please. This is why I prefer to stay away from this shit because that's what it is: Complete bullshit." She tugged the sheets closer to her with an almost growl. "Because the same you that claims what we have is something so wonderful can just go right ahead and fuck whoever catches his fancy. I'm sorry, I don't need the drama. I just want to fuck!"
"If you can't take that, then there's the front door!" she finished, half-shouting.
"Oh, right. Kick me out as soon as things turn a little serious. Run away just because you're afraid it can lead to something more," he sneered sarcastically, yanking on his pants. "You think you're the only one confused here? What we had has scrambled my brain around so bad I'm going insane when I can't see you! You're all I can think about. Everywhere I go, you're there! And when I saw you with those guys I just lost it-"
"And what? Had your little revenge fuck?" It was a surprise she can still laugh steadily; unwilling to let him see how his words are affecting her. In the end, they will all hurt. "This is just another one of your little games. See, you enjoy it more than anyone else. This isn't about us; it's about you one upping me. Sure, maybe you have become a little fond of me but you enjoy the game just a little bit more and... And..."
She seemed to have lost steam.
"And what?" He asked, softly. "Since you think you have me all figured out-"
"I have," she interrupted him just as softly. Her gaze locking with his. "And because of that, Tomo, I know you can never be just mine."
Something seems to be blocking his throat. It hurt. "I know what I'm feeling and don't feed me that bunch of bullshit just because you can't handle it."
"You think I haven't ever thought of wanting to have someone that's just mine?" She suddenly asked, uncharacteristically honest and open. He gave a hard swallow as she sat there all vulnerable and all he wanted was to just keep her with him... "But you're not going to be that someone. I see how you really are."
"I'll never be yours." She said with a finality that made him want to lash out.
"But don't take it personally," she continued. "I've long given up in believing in anything other than instant gratification. No hassles. No baggage. Why believe in something so fleeting, I say. Relationships are just an urban myth."
The offhanded way she said all that didn't fool him.
"So are we done now?" she then asked, rolling out of bed with the sheet covering her. She stood on the other side, legs a bit shaky, facing him.
"No," he said. "We'll never be done."
He grabbed his shirt and jacket up and stalked towards the door. Stopping to put his shirt on before stepping out as Mao tried to compose herself.
"Look who's running away. Just because he can't take what I had to say," she called out in a teasing manner. She just wanted them back to being not so serious. And wanted to forget about those five little words. "Oh well."
He looked back, his usual smirk in place. Following her lead. "You wish. If I'm running away, I'm taking you with me."
"But I have the shop," she fake sighed, glad that they're back to their banter. They could always bounce back. "Responsibilities and what not. Something you wouldn't know about though."
"I know I can convince you," he said, awfully cocky, leaning against the door.
"Shoo. I have something else to do."
"You better not."
"Gutter mind much?"
"With you? Always." His eyes sweeping up and down her body.
"Okay, okay. You caught me." She said, rolling her eyes and waving him away.
He gave a growl and turned back to open the door. Hand around the door handle, he suddenly paused.
"By the way, Mao..."
"Hmmm?" Distracted from the errand list on her mind.
"I am yours. Entirely. Whether you believe it or not." He gave her one last look before opening the door. And then he was gone.
She stood there, eyes on the closed door. Understanding full well what that look meant.
She was going to be his.
She slid back down onto the bed, shaking her head, echoing the words she said before.
"I'll never be yours."
It fell flat around the loft.
It was getting harder and harder to believe it herself.