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shirabu kenjirō x f!reader | fluff

cw: suggestive content, read at your own risk.

;; boyfriend!shirabu is very into low-battery intimacy. after a fourteen-hour shift, he doesn’t want to go out or talk; he just wants to bury his face in the crook of your neck while you’re sitting on the sofa. he’ll wrap his arms around your waist from behind, heavy and warm, letting out a long, shaky exhale that ghosts against your collarbone until he feels his heart rate sync up with yours.

;; boyfriend!shirabu has a very specific way of looking at you when you’re talking about something you love. he’ll lean his chin on his hand, eyes hooded and dark with a quiet sort of intensity. he’s observing the way your lips move and the way your eyes light up. when he reaches out to brush a stray hair behind your ear, his fingers linger just a second too long against your jaw, his thumb tracing your lower lip in a way that makes your breath hitch.

;; boyfriend!shirabu is surprisingly tactile in private. he’s the type to pull you onto his lap while he’s reading medical journals, his hand instinctively finding its home on your thigh. he doesn’t even look up from his tablet, but his fingers will start a slow, absent-minded rhythm—kneading the skin there, pulling you closer until there’s no space left between you, making it very hard for you to focus on anything other than the heat of him.

;; boyfriend!shirabu expresses his love through aggressive caretaking. he’ll scold you for not wearing a scarf in the cold, but he’s already unwinding his own to wrap it around your neck, his hands lingering to cup your cheeks while he checks for any signs of a chill. his gaze drops to your mouth for a heartbeat—unspoken and heavy—before he leans in to press a firm, lingering kiss to your forehead.

;; boyfriend!shirabu gets a very dangerous smirk when he catches you staring at him. he knows exactly what he’s doing when he rolls up his sleeves to wash the dishes, showing off his forearms, or when he walks around the apartment shirtless. if he catches your eyes wandering, he won’t call you out gently; he’ll just walk over, trap you against the kitchen counter with his arms on either side of you, and whisper, “see something you like?” against your ear in that low, gravelly voice of his.

;; boyfriend!shirabu loves pulling you closer. whether it’s pulling you by the belt loop of your jeans to bring you closer for a kiss, or pulling you under the covers on a rainy sunday morning, he wants you within arm’s reach. he likes the weight of you on top of him, his hands sliding down your back to rest on the small of your spine, anchoring you there like you’re the only thing keeping him grounded.

;; boyfriend!shirabu has a very hands-on approach to helping you around the house. if you’re reaching for something in a high cabinet, he’s there in a second—not just to grab it for you, but to press his entire front against your back, caging you in. he’ll reach over you, his bicep brushing against your ear, while his other hand finds the curve of your hip, squeezing just enough to leave a phantom sensation. he’ll linger there long after he’s handed you the item, his breath hot against the shell of your ear as he mumbles about how ‘distracting’ you are.

;; boyfriend!shirabu possesses a very particular kind of possessiveness that only manifests behind closed doors. he’s not the type for loud displays, but he likes to leave his mark—quite literally. you’ll be getting ready for work when you notice the faint, blooming color at the base of your throat, a direct result of him pinning you against the hallway wall the night before. when you confront him about it, he just leans against the doorframe, watching you through half-lidded eyes with a smug, sleepy tilt to his lips that says he isn’t sorry at all.

;; boyfriend!shirabu uses his medical knowledge in the most inappropriate ways. he knows exactly where every nerve ending is, and he isn't afraid to use that to his advantage. his touch is never accidental; it’s always firm and purposeful. whether he’s tracing the line of your inner wrist or the sensitive skin of your inner thigh, he watches your reaction with a predatory focus, smirk growing wider the more your breathing falters.

;; boyfriend!shirabu is a high-pressure kisser. he doesn’t do soft, chaste pecks unless he’s in public. at home, his kisses are demanding, his tongue tasting you with an appetite that borders on primal. he likes the way you whimper into his mouth, and he’ll use his thumb to pry your jaw open a little wider, deepening the kiss until you’re breathless and clinging to his shoulders for balance.

;; boyfriend!shirabu uses that steady, surgeon’s hand of his to drive you absolutely crazy. he likes to test your resolve—tracing the lace of your underwear or the hem of your shirt with a single finger while you’re trying to do something productive. when you finally snap and gasp out his name, he just gives you that half-lidded, arrogant look, his voice dropping an octave as he murmurs, “finally. i was wondering how much longer you were going to pretend you weren’t feeling that.”

;; boyfriend!shirabu has a thing for preparation. he’s the type to linger over your most sensitive spots, using his mouth and fingers to drive you to the absolute brink of overstimulation. he loves the sound of your wet, messy breaths and the way your thighs tremble against his shoulders. he’ll wait until you’re slick and desperate, crying out for him to finally fill the ache he created, before he gives in—taking you with a slow, deep movements that hits all the right places and effectively shuts you up.

;; boyfriend!shirabu loves the way you look when you’re completely undone by him. he’s the type to stop right at the peak of it, holding your face in both hands and forcing you to keep your eyes open and locked on his. he wants to see the haze in your gaze and the flush on your neck. he’ll kiss you—not sweet, but deep and demanding—tasting the way you moan into his mouth before he finally gives you exactly what you’re begging for.

n: for my beloved soup ladle lover @toorubae

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