[ she'd bark out a derisive laugh if she ever heard about moles being left by past lovers. as far as she knows, she's single in every other universe out there. she got no time for any of dat when she's trying her best to survive long enough to see another day, after all.
but instead, she squirms under his gaze, her cheeks dusted a cute pink as she looks at anywhere but his face. she can never get used to being called pretty; most people in the City usually favor skills and personality rather than looks, and anyone can give out shallow compliments like being pretty without thinking too much about it. but maybe she's the one thinking too much about that?
she doesn't get to dwell too deeply on that for long, though. heat continues to coil low in her stomach, and she barely has time to brace herself before his hands are on her once more, rough and sure, pulling her flush against him. it's only when her gaze trails back to him when he breathlessly says that, and her blood immediately runs cold.
it's in his eyes. they gave him away, even when his mouth was too busy on her skin to elaborate any further. dark, hungry, but something else, too — something she wasn't ready to name. and it's that slight fear that gets her to writhe more underneath him, breathing shakily into his ear as she curves inwards towards him, her hands digging into his shoulders and leaving crescents on his covered skin as he takes his time in tasting her. she should keep her mouth shut and behave, but her clubs suit really wants her to yap -- ]
Then... get in line.
[ obikawa would be glad to know that he's not the only one who wants a bite out of her, tbh. probably. ]
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but instead, she squirms under his gaze, her cheeks dusted a cute pink as she looks at anywhere but his face. she can never get used to being called pretty; most people in the City usually favor skills and personality rather than looks, and anyone can give out shallow compliments like being pretty without thinking too much about it. but maybe she's the one thinking too much about that?
she doesn't get to dwell too deeply on that for long, though. heat continues to coil low in her stomach, and she barely has time to brace herself before his hands are on her once more, rough and sure, pulling her flush against him. it's only when her gaze trails back to him when he breathlessly says that, and her blood immediately runs cold.
it's in his eyes. they gave him away, even when his mouth was too busy on her skin to elaborate any further. dark, hungry, but something else, too — something she wasn't ready to name. and it's that slight fear that gets her to writhe more underneath him, breathing shakily into his ear as she curves inwards towards him, her hands digging into his shoulders and leaving crescents on his covered skin as he takes his time in tasting her. she should keep her mouth shut and behave, but her clubs suit really wants her to yap -- ]
Then... get in line.
[ obikawa would be glad to know that he's not the only one who wants a bite out of her, tbh. probably. ]