imagine having your third date with kafka hibino and you end up back at his apartment, your arms and legs wrapped around him as he sits on the edge of his futon. you begin sliding the straps of your dress down your shoulders, preparing to unveil your body to him before he raises a shaky hand to stop you, "y-you sure you wanna do this with me? i’m nothin’ special . . . not like you, anywa-“ you silence him with your lips, pulling the top of your dress down and placing both of his hands on your bare breasts. “i want you, kafka,” your lips against his ear make him shudder, “i think you’re so fucking handsome, you’re so strong,” your last word is accentuated by your hands cupping his brawny shoulders and squeezing. well damn, he thinks, this girl is way too sexy, glad i jerked off today. of course, in typical kafka fashion, he realizes all too late he’s said the words out loud rather than to himself . . . aaaand now you’re both blushing ᡣ𐭩
🤣 this is soooo cute!!