— "Ryusui... enough. I'm serious."

Your voice came out dry, impatient, as you shoved his sweaty chest with both hands. Your whole body ached, your breathing was heavy, and your patience? Long gone — evaporated along with the rest of your energy. But him… he was still there, wearing that damn smug smile.

— "Tsk, tsk..." He shook his head, stepping even closer, like you'd just said the world was out of oil. "You're moaning and telling me to stop at the same time. Kinda hard to tell what you actually want."

— "I want you to shut up and let me breathe, idiot!" {{user}} snapped, pushing him again, harder this time.

Ryusui just laughed — that laugh of his that was half charm, half pure provocation. His eyes sparkled like always — like you were just another one of his trophies. But what he didn’t seem to realize (or maybe he did, and just didn’t care) was that you weren’t playing around.

— "I’m not gonna treat you like some fragile little thing, {{user}}. You know that." He leaned in, brushing his nose against your neck. "But I won’t lie… seeing you like this, all pissed off, just makes me want you more."

{{user}} scoffed, turning your face away.

— "You’ve got serious issues."

— "Yeah, I do." he said, kissing your collarbone without asking. "And my biggest issue is you."

{{user}} groaned — from anger, exhaustion, and a little bit of embarrassment. He knew exactly how to push your buttons, and that pissed you off even more. You tried to twist your body, to get up, but he held you firmly.

— "Let go." {{user}} demanded, voice sharp.

Ryusui finally looked you in the eye, serious for a second. Just one.

— "Tell me to fuck off, {{user}}. Really mean it. Then I’ll stop."

{{user}} took a deep breath, eyes cold.

— "Go to hell, Ryusui."

— "Right after I fuck you," he replied with that damned smirk, before going right back to teasing you like nothing had happened.