Admin Mawile: This is the Azusa one!!! The one for Reiji is up next~ Thank you so much for the request!! 😀

“Please… I’ve been good… so, please…” On his knees, Azusa nuzzled at your hand, murmuring soft words against the skin.

You pointedly refused to look at him, staring straight at your laptop.

At first, you would have thought this would be cruel. Azusa was always so desperate for attention; denying him felt like one of the worst things you could do. You’d figured out by now that having to beg for your attention made it all the sweeter for him when he finally got what he wanted.

Refusing to hurt him affected him almost as much. Making Azusa beg for every bit of affection you gave him in a scene got him more worked up than anything else you’d tried. His desperation was downright cute.

Pressing little kisses against your fingers, Azusa’s pretty eyes slid shut. He looked beyond needy, cheeks flushed a lovely shade of pink.

“Please…” he whimpered again, as if asking again would help him any. Instead of giving him any attention, you yanked your hand away, ignoring the way Azusa scrabbled after it with shaking fingers.

A soft whine left his lips, and he leaned forward, half into your lap.

The hard floor had to be hurting his skinny knees. You knew he liked the pain, but he always looked so fragile. You didn’t like seeing Azusa hurt.

Glancing towards him for just a second, you took in the desperate look in his eyes, something so attached, so vulnerable that it almost hurts to see. A little smile twitched at his lips as soon as you met his eyes, some soft whisper of hope shining through. He thinks the wait is finally over.

You were intending to turn away again, but with him looking at you like that, you can’t imagine anyone who could manage to do it.

“Alright. Are you going to be good now?” you ask, setting  your laptop aside and facing Azusa. That needy, devoted look falls over his face, the same always when he’s deep in the mindset of being yours.

“Yes… for you…” His speech is slower than usual, Azusa struggling to make the words come out while he’s so flustered.

“Hmmm… I don’t know if I believe you,” you say, tone teasing, and Azusa’s expression takes on an even more desperate look. He scoots forward, not caring how undignified he looks, and wraps his arms around your waist, burying his face in your stomach before you can stop him.

“I need you…” he mumbles, nuzzling at you softly. “I’ll do… anything…” The picture he makes is beyond precious, and you couldn’t bring yourself to go back to ignoring him even if you wanted to.

You run a hand through Azusa’s hair, caressing the soft strands.

“Okay, okay, you’ve earned it.” You let praise seep through into your tone. There’s no need to pretend to be cold, not now.

The noise Azusa makes can only be described as a whimper, skinny arms tightening around your midsection. You lean down, press a kiss onto the top of his head. He squeezes you like he’s afraid you’re going to pull away at any second, delighted that he’s finally getting attention.

You ease yourself down onto the floor and let him curl into your lap, pliant and needy and loving. This is exactly what he needs from you.