After about 2 hours of marinating in my own emotions on Lawsons' couch, I decided that perhaps eating would help pull me out of this emotional rut that I've gotten stuck in. I rolled off the couch and made my way slowly to the fridge. I tugged on the handle only to be disgusted by a broken fridge light and all the moldy food that loomed under it. I instantly closed the door and treaded to the cabinets, hoping that the fridge was the worst of it and that there wouldn't be something worse in these cabinets.

Luckily for me, a half-eaten bag of Lay's Original Potato Chips lay in front of me on the first shelf in the cabinet. I thought about complaining, but stale chips are better than moldy food.

I swung the cabinet door shut, potato chips now tucked under my arm. I looked down at myself, securing the chips. I realized I hadn't changed out of my frog hoodie and leggings, and I'll be honest, I don't plan to, not until I shower at least.

In the middle of this thought process, standing in the middle of Lawson's living room, I realized I'm alone. In Lawson's house. He's not here to stop me if I want to explore, and it was at that moment that I decided exploring was exactly what I wanted to do.

I've always been a little snoopy but it's usually a kind that has a limit. A respectful kind of snoopiness. However this time there were no limitations to how far I could snoop. There was no Lawson here to stop me, and quite frankly, I'm still salty about earlier. He brushed me off when I told him I was uncomfortable. He thinks he can do whatever he wants because he's attractive?! Not on my watch.

I tossed my potato chips onto the couch and walked step by step down the hallway. Lawson's house was a little dirty but I didn't mind. My anger fueled my steps through the hallway and tempted me to take a left at a slightly cracked door.

His bedroom. It was spotless. I rolled my eyes as I walked further in. He probably invited a lot of girls in here, his flirtiness with me probably meant nothing.

Why am I upset anyways? I don't even like him. He isn't mine, why do I feel this way?

I'm trying to shove down all of these weird emotions that I have toward him, but I swear it's so hard.

I walk deeper into his room, inspecting everything, and running my fingers along his bedsheets.

As much as I wanted to snoop for something that would give me a reason to hate him, there wasn't much to go through. Under his bed resided several different pairs of shoes, neatly set in rows. On his TV stand were rocks, and feathers. Are these real? There also was a cluster of crystals residing on the corner of this stand. I picked up a shiny red one and turned to the window to hold it into the light.

"What are you doing in here?"

I spun around, dropping the crystal and jumping backward against the wall.

I quickly picked up the crystal, returned it to its original spot, and gained my balance.

"I-i was just looking!"

He leaned against the doorway with a small smirk.

"In my room? What were you hoping to find?"

"N-nothing!"

"Some deep dark secrets, something I'm hiding, what did you really want Hayami?"

"Well, you left me all alone earlier and brushed me off after I told you I was uncomfortable!!" I crossed my arms and I puffed myself out to look bigger.

He backed up, shying away from the doorway a bit.

"I'm sorry...I seriously didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable, Hayami.."

I don't want to forgive him, but the look of sorrow in his eyes is driving me mad.

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"I understand."

His original stance resumed, leaning against the doorway.

"Hayami..." He blushed, the red color rising in his cheeks.

My arms remained crossed. I wasn't going to budge. "What do you need Lawson?" A hint of irritation crossed my voice.

"How comfortable are you with me, Hayami?"

I ignored the question, my arms falling to my sides.

"Why are you even home anyways? You don't normally get off this early, at least when I'm scheduled to work with you."

He looked down, "I get off early on Saturdays...That however-" He shut the door behind him and started advancing towards me "doesn't explain why you were in my room."

My chin was now in his hands, forcing me to look him directly into his eyes. His bright brown eyes shine at me when he repeats his question.

"How comfortable are you with me Hayami?"

My face turns a deep red.

"R-right now?"

"Sure, let's go with that."

His other hand falls to my hips. I look down at it when his other hand around my chin tightens, forcing me to lock eyes with him once more.

My confidence was rising. I don't know what to do in these situations, so I do what first comes to mind.

"You're not gonna do anything" I roll my eyes, breaking the contact on purpose. I want to push Lawson's limits and see how far he'll go.

His hand tightens around my hips, causing me to collide with his chest, his other hand still on my chin.

"Oh really? Why don't you walk over to the bed, we can see about that statement."

I'm not going to back down. It's Lawson. The same Lawson that works at Pizza Hut, that makes fun of me, that jokingly flirts with me.

This is a joke, right?

What's going on?

Before I know it I'm on his bed with his lips locked with mine. Why am I enjoying this? Is this normal? I still haven't forgiven him for earlier, but I'm letting the anger surge through me with a new sense of pleasure that isn't so familiar.

He pulls his lips away from mine and pins my hands down on each side of me.

"Hayami, are you gonna take it back?"

I let a chuckle slip from my lips.

"Make me, Lawson."

He grins and slips his hands under my hoodie. I cover my mouth but it's too late. My chest comes forward as an excited moan slips through my lips. I immediately bite down on my hand to shut myself up. He tears my hand away from my mouth.

"Let me hear it."

He squeezes my breasts through my bra, and I can't help but throw my head back onto the pillow. I can hear his satisfied breathing as he pulls up my hoodie and kisses my chest.

Out of pure pleasure, I open my legs, catching Lawson's attention. He pulls off my leggings and draws his mouth to my core.

His tongue moves slowly at first, teasing me. I can't stop myself from screaming in pleasure. Closer, closer.

His tongue moves faster inside me as I squirm.

"L-Lawson I-I'm gonna-!"

He stops. I sit up in an absolute frenzy. He wasn't going to leave me a mess like this.

I huffed before I grabbed him and shoved him to the bed.

"Where do you think you're going?" I smirked.

He looked at me with a sort of bewilderment and surprise that anyone would expect from a sudden domination of themselves. As for me, there's no way in hell I'll let this bastard leave a woman unsatisfied.

I've never been this dominant, but Lawson made me feel something no one else has. He turns a switch inside me that I've never felt before. He makes me crazy and sane all at once. I want to be a part of him, but more so, I want to make him suffer.

I climb onto him savagely, with a grin on my face. Yes, I wanted him to suffer, but he's my bitch now, and he needs to finish what he started.

"H-Hayami, take me" he stammered.

He placed his hands desperately on my hips. His deep brown eyes gazed into mine, begging. However, I don't give in that easily.

"No."

"W-what?"

I said nothing more as I proceeded to climb up Lawson until my core reached his face. I felt the liquid dripping onto his skin. I hovered it over him for a second. I wanted him to know who was really in control.

I lowered it onto his lips and instantly felt his wet tongue digging into my center. There was no fear or hesitance as he explored my insides.

I'm going to explode. Everything inside me heats up and I feel my hips thrusting to his lips. His hands grip my thighs tighter as if he's begging for me. He wants nothing more. Only me.

I feel myself start to quiver. As I do, I hear him breathe against me, driving me to the edge.

My body tenses quickly. My head goes back as I let out a final scream of pleasure. I allow myself to breathe for a moment, then climb down to his lap, where I decide to reside.

Through my struggle to breathe, I reward him with "Good jobs" and "Good boys," which he seems to be very fond of.

He sits up and I hold his head in my hands. He hugs my waist and rubs my back.

"Your turn, Lawson," I say, smiling.

"No Hayami, I'm okay. Listen, that was really fun, but can I be honest?"

There it was again, his deep brown eyes.

"Y-yes of course!" I smile, still playing with his hair.

"Hayami," his face turns a dark red as he avoids eye contact." I want to hold you. I want you to be mine"

He takes my head in his hands now.

"Lawson, I've never been in anything like-"

"Hayami, let me be your first. Please. I care about you. I want to take care of you."

I nod and let him take me into his arms.

"I'm yours."

I feel his arms tighten around me. This was it. The rest of my life. It has to be.