Naughty Or Nice [Enma X OC] [Part 1]

(A/N: Part 2 shall be more detailed... hahaha >///<)

“Of all the days to fall sick Enma…,” the girl sighed, removing the warm towel on his forehead “Sorry,” the redhead murmured into his covers timidly, his cheeks were tinted red from the fever that was plaguing him at the moment. “Tell that to Adelheid, she’s the one having to explain to everyone at the Christmas party why you’re not able to attend, jeez, you’re already 20!! Don’t you know how to take care of yourself?” she asked poking his ribs through the thick layer of blankets, tickling him a little.

He mentally grinned, watching as she scolded him, she really did look cute when she was angry. “What with that silly smile? Are you even listening to me?” she asked, frowning at him, her brows furrowed in irritation, pink lips curved into a scowl “Yes I am,” he replied lightly, watching as she tuck her ebony locks behind her ears.

“And you’re supposed to be the older one,” she pointed out.

He nodded with a slight ‘mm’ sound from his throat acknowledging the fact, that he indeed was two years older than her yet acted like a child. Though it was the only way he could get her attention, if he hadn’t fallen sick, he wouldn’t have been able to spend time with her alone. Being a mafia boss and going to university takes a toll on you after all and she was still in college herself. The two were always so busy that they didn’t have much time to spend with each other.

It was a silly crush at first, back when he was still in junior high, he was a senior and she was a freshman. She was part of the school’s Health Committee and First Aid Team and he was Loser Enma after all, he was bound to get into an accident here or there so he was frequently at the infirmary where she volunteered at during the school breaks and after hours.

Kawamura Chou was the first girl he’s befriended on his own without any help from his family or friends. She was also his first crush, not his first girlfriend but definitely his first love and if he could have it his way, she would be his last.

“Sleep,” she commanded, sitting beside his bed with a book in her lap, her onyx eyes scanning the pages quickly. “I can’t, I’ve been sleeping the whole day,” he whined, throwing the covers off his pyjamas clad body.

“And it’s really stuffy with the covers.”

“Is it?”

She asked with a smile. He nodded.

“Good.”

“Chou is so mean…,” he sulked turning his back to her “If you’ve got any other better ideas to get yourself sweaty without getting out of bed then please suggest them,” she smirked “Oh? I have a really good idea but I’m not sure if you’ll agree to it,” he played along with a smirk of his own “Hmm it depends doesn’t it? If you’ve been naughty or nice?” she teased, placing her book down “I’ve been a very nice boy this year,” he chuckled, manoeuvring himself to the side to make more space on the single bed.

“If I catch your cold, you’re going to have to nurse me back to health,” she smiled as he placed a kiss on her forehead “I don’t mind, that way I’d get to spend more time with you,” he hummed, pulling her closer. “You’ll have a lot more responsibilities soon, once you graduate,” she stated with a warm smile, cuddling into his toned chest “That’s why you should spend more time with me instead of studying,” he playfully reprimanded her, giving her a small pout.

She grinned and kissed him, her lips covering his own in a passionate hold.

“Have I told you how beautiful you are?” the redhead asked his girlfriend, a little breathless from their long session of tongue wars. He rolled over to top her “Why good sir, that line is over used don’t you think?” she asked with a cheeky smile, lying beneath him reminded her of how tall he’s grown over the years. He wasn’t Loser Enma anymore. He’s grown stronger not only physically but mentally as well, not to mention he’s handsome to boot!

“You’re the most beautiful woman in the world,” he murmured with warm lips on her skin.

“I love you.”

“I’m going to cry if you keep being so sweet, love,” she whispered softly, her irises filled with warmth and affection that words wouldn’t be able to describe, “I love you too.”

She shivered as his warm hands came into contact with her skin beneath her shirt, he chuckled lightly at the blush that decorated her cheeks when he cupped her mounds of flesh, lightly squeezing them through the lacy material.  The small gasp left her lips while his knee placed between her legs had gently pressed against her warmth, sending a small wave of pleasure through her body. “You’re so sensitive,” he whispered in delight, his warm breath grazing her ear, his tongue darting out to lave the shell of her ear tenderly. She removed her shirt when he had tugged persistently on it, insisting that she throw it off along with the lingerie she donned, after all, he found her the most attractive naked, bare in her own skin. Enma quickly removed his shirt; the heat was beginning to become unbearable by each second. He let her hands roam his form, caressing his toned chest down to his stomach before reaching the hem of his pants. It was her turn to make him blush, her hand slipping past the elastic waistband, gently stroking his hard shaft.

The sheen of sweat covered their bare bodies, glistening under the fluorescent light that lit the room. The soft mewls and erotic moans that left her plum lips were like a drug, he was addicted to it, her husky voice calling out his name repeatedly like a mantra. Licking down the valley of her breast, his slim digits had slowly made their way down to her wet core, gently caressing the sex in a teasing manner, fuelling her desire for him even more than before.

“Enma,” she begged, her core ached with want, her hips arching up pushing herself against his hand.

He covered her lips with his own in a demanding kiss. Pushing two of his fingers into the slick opening, she nearly screamed from the pleasure that surged through her body, her toes curled in bliss when he began pumping his fingers into her tight sheath. She moaned gratefully into the kiss, her hands tangling in his crimson locks. “Still so tight,” he groaned, breaking the kiss to add another digit into her opening. “Hnn, no more Enma, I’ll come,” she protested whilst he rubbed the small erected love button with his thumb, his fingers skilfully kneading the soft insides of her core. “Ahn Enma, please!!” she pled but to no avail, he continued his expert ministrations, building up the warm tension in her stomach and sending her into euphoria. She screamed his name as she climaxed, her eyes rolling to the back off the head at the pure ecstasy that ran through her body. Her hands had gripped on to his shoulders, her nails biting into his pale skin, leaving the crescent shaped marks behind.

She panted softly, her cheeks flushed from the activity they’ve been indulging themselves in. The corners of his lips curved into a seductive smirk, removing his fingers from her sex, he brought them up to his lips, allowing the pink muscle in his mouth to lap up the salty-sweet liquid at a leisurely pace. The shade of red on her cheeks turned darker as she watched him, his lustful gaze pulling her deep into his carnal desires.

It’s going to be a long night.