azumane asahi x f!reader | fluff
cw: suggestive content, read at your own risk.
;; boyfriend!asahi is THE gentle giant . even though he’s grown out his hair and carries himself with that effortless, refined designer confidence now, he still flushes a deep crimson down to his collarbones whenever you catch him staring at you from across the room.
;; boyfriend!asahi has the most incredible hands—large, calloused from years of volleyball, but now stained with fabric dye and exceptionally precise. those hands are never not on you. whether he’s absentmindedly tracing the line of your jaw while he reads a lookbook or hooking a thumb into your belt loop to pull you flush against him in the kitchen, he needs that physical tether to you.
;; boyfriend!asahi uses you as his muse in the most intimate ways. you’ll be lounging on the couch when he suddenly gets an idea, murmuring a soft “stay right there, honey,” before he’s kneeling between your legs with a measuring tape. the way his knuckles graze your skin as he measures your waist, his focused gaze dropping to your lips for a lingering second too long... it makes your heart do olympic-level gymnastics.
;; boyfriend!asahi is a sucker for the long distance pining, even if he’s only gone for a weekend. he’ll send you grainy selfies of his outfits, but the captions are always something like, “this silk reminded me of how your skin feels. i miss you so much it hurts.”
;; boyfriend!asahi has a very specific ‘after hours’ energy. when the sketches are put away and the hair tie finally comes out, he loses that professional composure. he likes to bury his face in the crook of your neck, while he let out a low, tired sigh that vibrates right through your chest. he’s heavy and warm, and he loves it when you guide his head down to your chest so he can listen to your heartbeat.
;; boyfriend!asahi gets surprisingly protective in a way that’s more ‘quiet intensity’ than ‘macho.’ if someone is being a bit too bold with you at a gallery opening, he doesn’t cause a scene; he just steps up behind you, wraps a heavy arm around your waist, and rests his chin on your shoulder. the sheer size of him is usually enough to make anyone backtrack, but it’s the way he nuzzles your temple right after that lets you know you're his entire world.
;; boyfriend!asahi loves ‘borrowing’ your accessories. you’ll find him at his desk wearing one of your dainty rings on his pinky or a hair clip you left behind pinned to his lapel. it’s his little way of keeping your essence near him while he works on his collections.
;; boyfriend!asahi is the ultimate cuddler, but it always ends up getting a little heated because he doesn’t realize his own strength. he’ll pin you down under the duvet, his weight grounding and domestic, murmuring praises into your skin until you’re a giggling, flustered mess. he’s a gentleman, sure, but the way he looks at you when you’re wearing nothing but one of his oversized button-downs? that’s a man who knows exactly what he wants.
;; boyfriend!asahi has a thing for textures, and he’s ruined you for any other man because of it. he’ll bring home the most expensive, delicate lace or sheer silk ‘samples,’ but they aren’t for a dress—they’re for you. he loves the way they look draped over your curves, but he loves it even more when he’s the one slowly peeling them back, his eyes dark and hungry as he mutters about how no fabric could ever compare to the softness of your thighs.
;; boyfriend!asahi is surprisingly vocal when it’s just the two of you. that deep, rumbling voice that usually sounds so gentle is suddenly low and gravelly, whispering exactly what he wants to do to you into your ear. he likes to see you come apart for him, and he’ll hold your wrists above your head with just one of his massive hands, watching your reaction with a focused, heavy-lidded gaze that makes you feel like his most prized masterpiece.
;; boyfriend!asahi finds the most tension in the in-between moments. he’ll be zipping up a dress for you before a dinner date, but his fingers will linger at the small of your back. he’ll press his chest against your spine, his lips grazing the sensitive skin behind your ear as he whispers that he doesn’t want to go out anymore. the way his hands slide down to your hips, gripping them firm enough to leave a ghost of a mark, tells you he’s serious.
;; boyfriend!asahi loves desk work when you visit his studio late at night. he’ll clear away a pile of sketches with one swift motion, hoisting you up onto the mahogany surface so he can stand between your knees. his tie is usually undone by then, and he lets you tug on it to pull him closer, his hands sliding up your legs with a desperate, possessive heat that reminds you he’s still that powerful high school ace deep down.
;; boyfriend!asahi has a bit of a praise kink, but it’s mutual. he loves it when you tell him how good he feels, but he’s even better at giving it back. he’ll spend hours just exploring you, his large palms spanning your waist while he murmurs about how perfect you are, how much he loves the way you taste, and how he never wants to be anywhere else but inside you.
;; boyfriend!asahi gets a little reckless when he’s stressed. after a long day of runway prep, he doesn’t want a glass of wine; he wants you. he’ll meet you at the door, his hair a mess and his eyes burning, and he won’t even make it to the bedroom. he’ll have you pressed against the hallway wall, his large frame shielding you from the rest of the world as he takes exactly what he needs to feel human again.
;; boyfriend!asahi likes to take his time, worshiping your body from your toes to your throat, using that precision he learned in tailoring to find every single one of your ‘spots.’ by the time he actually gives in to your begging, you’re practically vibrating, and the look of pure, primal satisfaction on his face as he finally sinks into you is enough to make you see stars.
;; boyfriend!asahi treats your body like his private atelier, and his favorite ‘experimental’ project involves his silk measuring tape. he’ll have you sit perfectly still on his workbench—eyes fluttering shut as he wraps the cool, smooth ribbon tightly around your throat like a makeshift collar, then down across your chest to see how your breath hitches. his eyes get that sharp, artisan’s focus as he pulls the tape taut against your skin, murmuring about “perfect proportions” while he uses the edge of his metal ruler to trace the sensitive line of your inner thigh. the way he handles you—half like a delicate doll he’s afraid to break and half like a project he’s determined to master—leaves you shivering long before he finally drops the tools to use his mouth instead.
;; boyfriend!asahi has a particular obsession with the way you move in the clothes he creates, but his favorite ‘design’ is when he uses you as a living dress form for his most creative impulses. he’ll have you sit on the velvet stool in his private workshop, draped in nothing but a length of raw, heavy crimson silk, and he’ll spend the evening ‘pinning’ the fabric around you. his breathing gets hitched and heavy as he works, his knuckles dragging over the swell of your chest and the dip of your hip as he tucks the fabric tight. he’ll use his silk measuring tape to bind your wrists together just so he can ‘see the silhouette better,’ his eyes dark and dilated as he leans in to bite at your shoulder, whispering that you’re the only thing he’s ever touched that he truly wants to devour.
n: @eudaim0nia-a is right, there’s barely any suggestive asahi fics 🙏🏻 i need to feed my children
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