(F/a) - Favourite Anime ----------------------------------
"Karma! Karma! Hurry up!" You yelled, calling to him from downstairs.
You had made yourself at home in his house, barging in and sitting on his couch. He had gone upstairs to change, and you put his tv on, finding (F/a). You were waiting for your red-headed friend, because you liked to watch it together.
He came down, seeing you comfortable on the couch. Smiling to himself, he walked up to the back of you, and wrapped his arms around your waist.
You blushed, trying to remove his arms, but they were tightly held in place.
"C-Can we watch it now?" You asked, a bit nervous.
He blew on your ear, then let go of you. Going to the front of the couch, he let himself fall into your chest. You flicked his forehead, but he just rubbed his head into your breasts.
"K-Karma! (F/a)!" You were getting really flustered, and he kept teasing you.
"Put it on. But you might not be see anything."
Confused, you started (F/a), trying to relax while Karma was still pressed up against you. A few minutes in, he wasn't watching, and you found yourself thinking back to what he had said.
You could see it, so what was he talking about?
That was when you felt his hands on your waist, and his tongue on your neck. You gasped, and he took the opportunity to lift his head, forcing his tongue into your open mouth.
This shocked you, and you couldn't hold back the moans he wanted to hear. Your eyes were closed, as you gripped onto his shirt, fighting his tongue for dominance.
He won, and he explored every inch of your mouth. When he pulled away, he was smirking, looking at your panting, slightly dishevelled form.
Now you understood the meaning of his words. His head was in the way of the tv, and before you knew it, he had your lips locked in another fierce kiss. Your eyes wouldn't stay open. No matter how much you wanted to watch (F/a), you couldn't deny that your yearning for Karma was bigger.
Finally relaxing into his touch, your hands wandered up to his hair, messing it up and occasionally tugging on it.
He had you pressed against the couch, face flushed with an adorable expression. Breaking the kiss, he let his eyes travel over you.
You were his – he had claimed you at last.
He kept his signature smirk, but his eyes were clouded with lust.
He'd confess to you later – after he tainted your innocence.
