𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙎𝙖𝙞𝙠𝙞.𝙠 𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙩𝙨

ꜰᴜᴄᴋ ʙᴜᴅᴅɪᴇꜱ → ᴀʀᴇɴ ᴋᴜʙᴏʏᴀꜱᴜ

"The number you"ve dialed is not in service. Please try again-"

You tapped the red button on your screen, ending the call before it could reach the voicemail system for the thirteenth time that night. Why the hell were you so worried about him anyway? You glimpsed at the barrage of texts Kaidou sent you a while back.

"Is Aren with you?"

"He left the bar an hour ago and he"s not in our dorm yet."

"He"s a little high right now and I haven"t heard from him since."

The next few messages Kaidou sent dwelled on the same fretting situation, wondering where his missing friend could have gone. It was already three in the morning and you still haven"t heard from Aren, even after all the missed calls you left him. You unconsciously pulled the string of your bathrobe tighter over yourself. The shower you took earlier did nothing to calm the anxiousness overwhelming your pacing body.

It"s not like you were his girlfriend. You two were barely even friends in the first place. It did no good to concern yourself over the violet-haired man when you were planning to end your arrangement with him anyway. You were glad that your roommate wasn"t around to see you upset over a guy who was always bothering you at ungodly hours of the night otherwise, she would"ve told you to build a bridge and get over it.

Your ringtone echoed around the empty space, causing you to jolt back to your senses. The caller ID on your phone spelled out the name of the man you were searching for. You picked it up hurriedly, answering it with relief in your tone.

"Hi," the word seemed to drag, hinting that Aren was still intoxicated.

"Are you high right now?" you grumbled.

"Just a little." His mindless giggle was barely audible over your phone"s speaker. "Does it matter?"

"Yes. Go back to your dorm," you scolded.

"Too late. I"m already here."

A tired huff left your lips. You ended the call before twisting the doorknob open. Aren stood patiently outside your room, the familiar stench of cannabis reeking off his clothes.

You pulled him inside, closing the door shut behind him. His eyes were slightly bloodshot as they glanced at you hazily.

"Why are you here?" you hissed.

A crooked smile made its way to his face as he replied, "I wanted to see you."

Aren wrapped his arms around your waist, burying his face on the crook of your neck.

"Wait," you gasped exasperatedly.

"Hm?" His lips attached themselves to you, sucking and biting tenderly on your skin.

"We have to stop this." The hand you placed against his torso was hardly considered resistance as you weakly pushed him away, trying desperately to ignore the heat that was pooling between your legs.

"Stop what?" he mumbled. His breath trailed down, teeth hovering over your collarbone.

"Us," you held onto his shoulders as his hands tugged on the string of your robe, deliberately untying it.

"You want to stop seeing each other?" He hummed, nibbling lightly on your earlobe.

You nodded faintly. "I can"t keep accommodating your needs when you only ever call me late at night like this," you gestured at his buzzed state.

His eyes locked into yours as understanding seemed to pass on his face. "You"re right," he murmured softly, "This isn"t good for you." His knee hitched between your legs, chest pushing against yours.

"What are-"

"I"m gonna miss you so much baby," he whispered into your ear. The hard bulge bulking out of his pants pressed against your pelvis. You bit your lip, suppressing a moan that was threatening to escape from your throat. "Can"t you let me have you one last time?"

It was getting more difficult to come up with coherent thoughts when his hips were grinding wantonly against yours. Just one last time, you told yourself, gripping his shoulders tighter.

Your robe slipped off your frame as he guided you to the foot of your bed, pushing you down on the mattress. His eyes hungrily skimmed over you, pinning you down as he towered over your naked form.

You let a squeal as his hands roamed over your exposed skin, groping your breasts and pinching your hardening nipples. They ventured lower, over your abdomen and to the inside of your thighs. His palm slid over your drooling pussy.

"I barely even touched you and you"re already this wet?" He snickered, teasingly showing you the slick juice dripping from his hand. His eyes darkened, any sign of playfulness disappearing from his face.

"Desperate little slut," he snarled, making your cunt clench. You moaned, eyes rolling back as he plunged two fingers inside you, curling them up to hit your sweet spot.

"You always act like such a whore when I come looking for you. How could you even think about wanting me to leave?" He thumbed your clit, rubbing slow circles over the throbbing nub. "Who the hell is supposed to make you feel this good when I"m gone?"

Your eyes glazed over in bliss as you sang out his name.

"Answer me," he growled, retracting his fingers from you. You whimpered at the loss of his touch, lips quivering as your pussy ached for him to fill you up.

"No one," you whined, grabbing onto your knees to spread yourself wider for him,

Aren chuckled darkly at the glassy look on your face. He took off his glasses, placing them down beside you. "Alright, I"ll give you what you want, slut."

He crouched down, positioning his head between your legs. Both his hands were placed against your thighs, pushing them farther apart as his breath fanned over your pulsing cunt. Dark violet bangs curtained over his predatory eyes peering up at you.

He slowly dragged his tongue over your slit, smirking at the high pitch cry you let out. You bucked your hips up at the feeling of him sucking on your clit, fingers pumping into you at a merciless pace.

"Cum," he commanded.

Your walls squeezed around his digits, creaming all over them. You fluttered your eyes shut as a wave of euphoria washed over you, your body going limp. Aren pulled away, wiping off your cum from his chin.

He licked his lips, watching you sobbing softly as you came down from your high.

"Do you still want me gone?"

You shook your head. How could you even think about ending things with him when he always fucked you so well? He fumbled over his belt, steadily unbuckling it as his dark eyes focused on your limp body.