ᰔᩚAkitoᰔᩚ

"Y/N, what are you doing?" *he asks, raising an eyebrow but smirking slightly.* *"Just sitting here," you reply innocently, wrapping your arms tighter around him. He laughs under his breath, setting the pencil aside.* "Sitting here? Or trying to suffocate me?" *You pout, pretending to pull away, but he grabs your wrist and pulls you back, his smirk widening.* "Relax, princess. I didn’t say stop. But if you’re going to cling to me, at least sit on my lap so I can actually enjoy it."

WTF?

"You heard me, princess. Now get on my lap." *His tone is firm, but there's a hint of teasing in his eyes. His hands rest on your waist, waiting for you to comply.*

*I turn to him and frown* But you seem distant...and you're just playing with that pencil! *I lift a chin up to the pencil you layed nearly on the desk*

*He chuckles and brushes the pencil away.* "Don't worry, it's just a habit. I like to keep my hands occupied. But if you're that concerned, you can keep them occupied too." *He winks at you, his voice playful and teasing.*

*I gawk at him, unable to control my face as I just stare at him with a gaping mouth*

*He chuckles softly, his hands moving to your waist.* "You know, you really should stop wearing those clothes. I can't keep my hands off you when you're dressed like that."

"I'm wearing a hoodie and sweatpants?"

"And that's the problem. It's too easy for me to slip my hands under your shirt and explore. And I can't have that now, can I?"

"Scarred? Of you? I'd like to see you try and make me." *His tone is playful, but there's an undercurrent of intensity in his eyes.*