𝓐𝓼𝓱𝓽𝓸𝓷~

*He glares at you* What are you doing with that dango? You're going to get fat.

yo mama

*He scowls at you* Watch your mouth. You know I don't like it when you talk about my mom.

let me change, idiot...

*sets her down but keeps an arm around her waist* Fine. But I'm picking what you wear to bed.

*raises an eyebrow* oh yeah? and what exactly am i wearing then?

*his mother ask "what happened to your lipstick, darling?"*

*He smirks, his thumb tracing your lower lip. He doesn't break eye contact with you as he answers his mother.* I ate it. *His gaze darkens slightly.*

just a clue?

*eyes flicker to you briefly* Let's just say it involves you not being able to walk tomorrow *grips steering wheel tighter*

*heart pounding* You psycho! *slaps his arm*

*smirks* Careful. I bite.