#aennew fic

[aennasan]

I haven’t slept at all because my mind is going on a haywire right now to write and write until my hand breaks ngl I am so sleepy

Simon is not the type to care about his exes and his past. It’s actually very hard to pry the story of his past open, without him grunting in disapproval with your invasive questions. But with how long you have been together, you discovered a solid solution to his mysterious persona. Just allow him to fuck you stupid. Burn him out. Until he relents and be so soft. To the point that he would even play with your hair as you cuddle and he shares the story of his childhood.

To be fair, you don’t have any problem whether he shares his story to you or not. Or at least that’s what you used to believed in until you were confronted by his past, triggered by his nonchalant attitude. The feeling was like a solid slap on the face.

Simon is a well liked man. You will actually be surprised if there’s no woman who will not fall head over heels to him whenever you go somewhere. So when you came back to his hometown, you expected to meet his petty exes, who will target and bully you. Yet, this guy, this fucking guy, a motherfucking asshole—- brought you to a diner where every single waitress he already fucked.

Your gut feeling was right when you felt this odd sensation, a prickly feeling at the back of your head, as you watch, alert and on guard about the place.

He said the breakfast was good. He recommends the place; 10 out of 10. He craves the taste of it so despite his house being on the opposite way, you two purposely went there just to visit and have his favorite breakfast.

You’re just not sure if he is craving another thing other than his big heap of food, or he wants to see your claws out in the open, threatening to gouge his eye out.

“Motherfucker.” You spoke under your breath. Soft enough for him not to hear. You watch in disgust as he munches his spoonful of eggs and bacons, noisy and hungry.

You hope he chokes on it.

[aennasan]

You have trouble keeping your inner thoughts to yourself. It always puts you in difficult situations whenever you just blurted out whatever comes to mind. The worst thing was you didn't really mean to say it out loud.

You just can't distinguish the voice inside your thoughts, and your real voice sometimes. It's really hard to keep track of it.

Today, you did it again.

Barou Shoei had always been scary looking with his hair gelled up. His eyes looking sharper and his face hardened. There were moments you refused to look at him, in fear that you would catch his eye. You felt shiver run down your spine just imagining his angry gaze tune in at you.

However, it was different today. It was unexpected to see him look so differently with his hair down when your group met him. Black shirt clinging tightly to his muscular body. Covered with mismatched sleeves, of black and red, varsity jacket. And black pants barely keeping his thick legs.

He looks so delicious. It's kind of scary how you imagine drooling seeing an image of him, half naked with only a towel to cover him down below.

“I bet I can ride you with your hair down like that.” You blurted out without thinking. 

Nagi, Isagi and Bachira froze at that. You probably wouldn't realize what you have said just now if they don't look so wide eyed, mouth agaped, and shell shocked.

Your brain slowly repeated what happened, what you just said, and you immediately covered your mouth with your two hands. The heat crawling all over your body, up to the tips of your hair.

Flustered, you felt the heat of shame oozing from your skin, as you tried to explain to Barou what you just said. Clearing up the misunderstanding.

You wish the floor to swallow you up and take you away right then and there.

You were dying from embarrassment, repeatedly bowing to apologize, when you took the chance to finally look up at him with courage, after you didn't get any response from him.

You felt a shiver run down your spine, when you caught his red eyes just staring at you. You felt exposed and weak on the knees. There was something that glinted in those rare orbs of his. You gulped not knowing what to do. The feeling was like a prey, caught in the talons of its predator. You were afraid that if you blink, he will swallow you whole.

"Hmmm... I bet you could." He responded, voice deep, still holding you down with his gaze.

You are not sure what to do when he opens his arm offering for you to take it. By instinct, you slotted your arm to his, and he walked forward, with you in tow.

You are still trying to process what he said to you. Bewildered and shocked.

It didn't take long for the others to get out of their daze as they erupted with cheers. They followed the two of you, teasing and poking.

You bury your face on his sleeve, as he intertwines his hand to yours, squeezing to comfort.

They will never let you forget. That's for sure.