we know its broken, but here we are

Jiro is aware of her reactions to his movements. How her breath hitches, her heart thundering in her chest, as he invades her space. He could even imagine how warm her cheeks must be with his lips so dangerously close to her skin. Something inside of him stirs, a pleased rumble deep in his chest in response to her reaction. She was dangerous, evil, vile, no good for him at all, and it made him want more.

In a sense, Jiro isn’t surprised that she goes for him. The little spitfire poured devilish energy and the way her giggle morphs into a breathy sigh has one of his brows raising in question. Before he has time to really register what she’s said, she’s lashing forward, jumping up to grab ahold of him. A growl of surprise rips from him as she entangles her limbs around his neck and leg, pulling and jerking him toward the ground. Unfortunately for her, his heavyset body would not kneel so easily.

”If you wished to be wrapped around me, you had only to ask,” Jiro purred deeply, his own chuckle riding its coattails before he retaliates. Instead of moving down as she so desperately wished, he pivots toward the nearest stack of wooden crates. Pinning her beneath them once more, pressing his bulk into her until her breath would hopefully be cut off just enough to make her gasp.