Xiaojun had been too tired to wash his face before leaving work and as he entered your apartment, he silently thanked everyone above that it was late at night and nobody was out. His face consisted of the wonderful artwork of lipstick hearts that his members have drawn for him as he lost a game and he is sure he looks ridiculous.
Well, anything for content, he thinks.
The apartment lights are dim but as soon as he closes the door, he hears soft padded footsteps coming out of the bedroom. He smiles as he keeps his shoe aside, ready to sleep in your arms and finally rest for the day.
“You are home,” you say softly as he turns his head towards you and your hands stop mid-air awkwardly. Xiaojun sighs, wondering how he can give a rational explanation for the messy lipstick hearts drawn on his face.
A small giggle leaves your throat as you put your arms around his neck and ask, “Was this the penalty for losing?”
His pout makes you laugh as he replies, “Yeah, glad you figured that out.”
You press a small kiss on his lips and he groans at the fast loss of contact but you drag him towards the sink, murmuring, “Come on, let’s get you cleaned first.”
A groan leaves his throat as he somehow tries to make you understand that sleeping with lipstick stains all over his face isn’t bad at all but you know better as you drag him inside and make him sit down.
Your hands hover over his face as you feel his eyes close and for a moment, you just stand quietly thinking how ridiculous and cute your boyfriend looks in the deformed lipstick heart marks.
Before you can stop yourself, your lips press to one of them, kissing one of the marks softly. Xiaojun’s eyes shoot open as he stares at you and glares, no actual heat being there behind his eyes. You giggle again as you press your lips to another one of the marks. Then you press your lips to another, and then one more.
His eyes meet yours and he narrows his eyes asking, “Are you ever going to clean them up?” Not that he is complaining about the current situation at all but he cannot let you know that.
Your smile widens as you nod, replying, “Yes, in a minute." You keep pressing kisses over the deformed hearts as small laughs leave your throat. He flinches lightly at the ticklish feeling as his hands grip your waist and pull you down on his lap.
You happily comply as you wrap your legs around his waist and he looks at you sleepily. You part his hair lightly, loosening out the knots as you whisper, “So what game did you lose again?”
“Some stupid spinning game,” he murmurs, his pout increasing with time and he takes in a small breath. His eyebrows scrunch but before he can continue, you press your lips to his. Xiaojun hums in content as he kisses you back, his thumb drawing circles on your waist. You tilt your head as your noses brush lightly and squeeze his shoulder lightly to ease the tension.
He sighs into the kiss, and you smile as you part, then get up, saying, “Okay, now I will really clean that up.” He nods, clearly in a haze as he smiles, watching you get up from his lap.
When you are near the door, his eyebrows scrunch lightly and just as you are out the door, you hear his scream, “Hey, what do you mean again?”
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⌖ summary: you decided to test how transfer proof your lipstick actually is on your boyfriend
Nicholas looked at you skeptically as you beamed at your new lipstick, "Sweetheart, are you sure this isn't just another scam?”.
You rolled your eyes at his concern and retorted, "I've done my research this time. I read the reviews, and everything sounds legitimate.”
"Yeah, because online reviews are always so trustworthy. One kiss and it would be gone," He teased as he crossed his arms over his chest.
You spun around to face him, giving him a playful glare as a sly thought crossed your mind.
Nicholas raised an eyebrow, sensing that something was brewing in your mind, "Oh no, I know that look. What are you plotting?”
You walked towards him on the bed, an evil yet innocent smile playing on your lips.
"You know what," You began, twirling the lipstick in your hand. "I think I have a way to put your skepticism to rest.”
Nicholas leaned back against the pillows, his gaze flickering between you and the lipstick in your hand.
"Oh, really? And how exactly do you plan to do that?", He asked with an amused look.
You crawled onto the bed, straddling him as you sat down on his lap. His hands instinctively went to your hips, holding you in place as he looked up at you with a smirk.
His breath hitched slightly as you leaned in close, the sly smile still playing on your lips. One hand rested on his chest, fingers toying with the fabric of his shirt as you held up the lipstick in front of his face.
"Simple," You replied, your voice low. "I will show you just how transfer-proof this lipstick is.”
“Alright then, show it to me,” He challenged.
"Close your eyes," You whispered as you watched his eyelids flutter shut.
A stifled giggle escaped your lips as you watched him eagerly pucker his lips, clearly expecting a kiss. But instead of giving him what he wanted, you playfully pressed a soft kiss to his cheek, leaving a lipstick stain there. He huffed in mock disappointment, his eyes snapping open in surprise.
“Hey! That's not fair!”, He sulked.
With an evil smile, you proceeded to shower his face with kisses, avoiding his lips at every turn. You left a trail of red lipstick marks all over his cheeks, forehead, nose and chin.
"You're leaving lipstick marks everywhere but where I want them the most!”, He protested, letting out a chuckle at your behaviour.
"And where do you want them?", You teased with an innocent smile, making him roll his eyes at your antics.
“You know exactly where I want them," He huffed, gesturing towards his lips.
"Oh, here?", You teased, deliberately planting a kiss on the corner of his lips, just barely missing the mark.
Your teasing was cut short when Nicholas suddenly took control, grabbing your face in his hands and crashing his lips against yours. His arms wrapped tightly around your waist, pulling you closer against him as his mouth moved hungrily against yours, and the lipstick that once adorned your mouth now left a messy, smudged trace on his own.
He leaned back against the pillows, pulling you with him as his hands roamed over your body. You were both breathless when you finally pulled away, and your lips were slick with smeared lipstick.
"Still think it's transfer proof?", He taunted, his fingers reaching out to wipe away the smeared lipstick at the corner of your mouth.
“Maybe, we can try it on another canvas?", You suggested, your fingers playing with the buttons of his shirt as you continued to press small kisses along his jawline.
MAIN ACC REBLOG CUS THIS FIC DESERVES THAT AND NOTHING ELSE.
"You know what," You began, twirling the lipstick in your hand. "I think I have a way to put your skepticism to rest.”
okay but the way i wud wanna do that but be so shy to actually do it sksmkfmtttmtmt i love this
You crawled onto the bed, straddling him as you sat down on his lap. His hands instinctively went to your hips, holding you in place as he looked up at you with a smirk.
EMERGENCY MY HEART HAS STOPPED BECAUSE OMG THIS PARA IS EVERYTHING OMG HAND PLACEMENT
"Oh, here?", You teased, deliberately planting a kiss on the corner of his lips, just barely missing the mark.
GOD I LOVE TEASING SM AND TEASING NICO WUD BE SO FUN CUS ITS HIM AND HIM BEING SULKY >>>>>>
"Still think it's transfer proof?", He taunted, his fingers reaching out to wipe away the smeared lipstick at the corner of your mouth.
IT IS TRANSFER PROOF LEMME KISS YOU MORE TO PROVE IT COMERE
“Maybe, we can try it on another canvas?", You suggested
CRASHES OUT AND LIES DOWN ON THE FLOOR
I LOVE it so so so so soooooo much ilysm. Best bday gift ever. I LOVE NICO AND I LOVE YOU THIS IS SO PEAK OMGOMGOMG IM SO RED LMFAOOOO I LOVE THISSS. TYSM MY BERRRYYY ♡
You lock the paintball gun in place as your feet make a crunchy sound on the dry leaves and you try to go behind the wall as quietly as possible. You look around to see all your friends scattered and some are already out as you had heard from the walkie-talkie.
You knew it was a bad idea as soon as you and your friends decided to play against Ni-ki’s group, especially when he had Lee Heeseung, probably the most competitive man on the planet.
But one taunting from Ni-ki was all it had taken for you to say yes to this. You and Ni-ki have an interesting relationship. You are both competitive and you two personally get some satisfaction in beating each other, in literally everything.
So here you are, knowing that Ni-ki is somewhere out there, cursing Jungwon for missing a clean shot at you. It isn’t Jungwon’s fault, though. You are just too good and Ni-ki should just accept it.
You suddenly hear a low noise from the room you are hiding outside of and slowly crouch down and get in. You look around before entering through the door. The room is empty and you are a bit confused because you are sure you heard something.
You walk towards the wall at the heap of sacks and look beside but don’t find anything. But you feel it too soon, the shift in the air and before you can run, you turn around and are immediately cornered by Ni-ki, who gets a hold of your wrist.
“Looking for me?” he tilts his head and you back against the corner, heart thumping in your chest. He is too close, and you can feel the heat radiating off his body in this already hot room.
Ni-ki pulls off his mask, hair falling over his sweaty forehead and you whisper, “What are you doing?”
He chuckles slightly, pulling up your mask, only to expose your lips and watches your breath fall apart.
He leans in, his breath fanning your exposed face as he says, “You are winning, I don’t like you winning.” You visibly gulp at the proximity and eye his face once. You know you should push him away and run, by some chance you won’t be shot.
Instead, your mind gets the better of you as you clutch his shirt and pull him towards you, saying, “I am, because I am better than you.” A satisfaction blooms in your chest as you see his face fall at your words.
“I don’t like this,” he whispers and you shrug, feeling the victory in the mind games through and through. Although you cannot deny the tension that has built up in all these months, but this was probably the best, him being putty in your hands.
A chuckle leaves your lips but before you get to reply, he pushes you against the wall and kisses you. Your mouth catches up before your brain can and you instinctively clutch his vest for support.
The kiss is hot, messy and all tongue as months of unspoken feelings pass through it. Ni-ki kisses you like there is no tomorrow as his hands press against your waist and you tilt your head to get better access as your lips move in fervour. You whine lightly when he pulls away, chasing after him for more but he pushes your helmet back down.
“Wha-“ you stare in confusion as he backs up and shoots you point-blank in the chest.
“Out,” he adds cheerfully, a series of whistles and hoots leaving his walkie-talkie as you stand there fuming and watch a smug smile break over his face. How did he distract you this well?
“I look forward to seeing you outside the field,” he pats your arms while you pant lightly, seething in anger and to fuel it he adds, “when my team is getting the first-place prize.”
He walks out, whistling, and all you can think of is how to take revenge, and maybe the taste of his lips on yours.
ARCHV ⌗⠀، first time writing for riki, he is just a cutie patootie omg. the prompt is something i saw on a random reel but well as usual i had to tweak it a little
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omg idk if u just got my ask bc my laptop glitched but if not ill just send this again LOL ur older yudai fic had me so weakkkk! i love legal age gaps and the way u write is immaculate (●'◡'●) i specified legal incase ppl got the wrong idea if i didnt specify legal
the funniest part is i just replied to your ask wkdnkfntt. TYSM AGAINNN GLAD U ENJOYED. stop my writing is just okayish BUT THANK YOU THAT IS SUCH A NIG COMPLIMENT. legal age gapss are the bestt ‼️‼️‼️
You can swear you are the definition of bad luck, even if you start the day by knocking on wood. Or maybe you are just a hopeless romantic. If you ask Maki, he will laugh at your face and probably say both.
Your bad luck proves itself when you trip over literal air while walking to the kitchen. A curse leaves your lips as you hold the doorframe to steady yourself and you look around to see the apartment being empty.
As if on cue, the door opens and Maki comes in with a bag of groceries in his hand. “What’s up? Did you trip on air again?” he laughs as he opens his jacket and you scoff at him, not answering, hence proving him correct.
“I have told you to be careful,” he says lightly as he places the bag down at the kitchen counter and you roll your eyes at him and shrug. You have never told him this but you genuinely believe that him being around removes all your bad luck.
You weren’t all too superstitious but him being around just made your day better in general. You might also be a little in love with him but that is a door you refuse to even approach.
Which is why later, when he retires to his room, you find yourself quietly counting the already dried-up petals of the daisies he brought home the other day. He came in and handed it straight to you and claimed it was just for decoration, completely ignoring how stupidly that made your heart beat.
You make sure he is inside when you start counting. He loves me. He loves me not. He loves me-
And to your immense bad luck, it ends at a ‘he loves me not.’ You shrug but do end up throwing the daisies in the bin, a little harder than necessary. You walk away and step on something that immediately makes you lose your balance and it sends a sharp pain through your leg.
“What the fuck?” you screech and maybe it is comedic timing how Maki instantly opens his room door and comes running towards you. His hands grip your elbows in order to steady you, even though you weren’t falling and you look down to see the culprit- a Lego piece.
“Lego?” you ask in pure confusion as you look back at him, his arms still holding you and a sheepish laugh leaves his throat.
“I was making something last night and one of the pieces might have gotten away, sorry,” he says, genuinely sorry for it, so you just nod lightly, muttering a ‘fine’ under your breath.
“With my luck, even if you weren’t playing, it would still somehow be under my feet,” you murmur as he slowly releases your arms. He slaps your shoulder gently and you look up and ask, “What?”
“You are not bad luck, I have told you that many times,” he says as he bends down to pick up the Lego piece. When he gets up his face is suddenly inches away from yours and he is also hyper-aware of the proximity.
You, on the other hand, are oblivious as you continue without even looking at him, “I literally found this apartment vacancy because the flyer flew to my face and I almost got run over by a bicycle.”
The words fly past his ears as he just stares at you, not even trying to hide that he is. From this distance, he can see your lashes, the colour of your eyes, and the dramatic movement of your lips as you explain the day it happened.
“Otherwise, you wouldn’t have found the apartment,” he does reply, still hearing every word you say, although his mind is completely on your face now and how adorable you look when you complain.
“That too,” you pause for a moment thinking and then continue, “but you cannot deny how I tripped over my shoelaces when I came to see it, oh my god that was beyond embarrassing, having your new roommate catch you.”
Maki smiles, his dimples showing as he finally straightens a little and he speaks before he thinks, “Yeah, I think I fell in love with you then and there.” His smile disappears as soon as the sentence leaves his lips and your head whips around at alarming speed as you stare at him, eyes wide open.
"I mean-" he starts but the words die on his throat when he sees your eyes locked into his and your lips parted in shock and the only thought that enters his mind is to kiss you.
After a painfully awkward moment, you croak out, “You love me?” There is no way that he loves you because that is crazy. Maki is attractive and capable of getting much smarter and better partners; he would never fall for someone who trips over their own feet every day.
“Forget I said that, please, I don’t know what I was thinking, I even had an elaborate plan to confess properly,” he squeaks, unable to look at you now that the realisation finally sets in on him.
“You wanted to confess to me?” you ask, voice higher-pitched than you would like and Maki groans into his hands, nodding aggressively. This was not the plan; the plan was to take you out on a date, spoil you and then probably say something along the lines of ‘like.’
Not ‘love’. You will probably move out tomorrow and block him everywhere while he dies single because he couldn’t control his stupid mouth and was too busy admiring you.
You giggle a little when you see him still not removing his hands from his face. You wrap your fingers around his wrists and gently pry them down. It is your turn to laugh as you see how red he is. He groans lightly but makes no attempt to actually fight you as he murmurs, “Stop laughing, okay.”
“Okay,” you actually laugh now as you interlock your fingers with his. You smile wider when you feel his fingers tightening around yours and a small gasp leaves his lips when you lean and press a kiss on his cheek. He opens one eye to look at you and you say, “What? Okay, fine, maybe I fell in love with you too.”
His eyes open properly now as he lightly bounces in happiness and he asks, “Wait for real?” You nod in answer and he hugs you almost immediately, holding you tightly as you wrap your arms around his neck.
You part after a while as he shamelessly checks out your lips and you roll your eyes and say, “Yes!” Maki presses his lips to yours, soft lips engulfing yours in a second and you kiss him back in fervour as your fingers thread through his hair lightly. Your lips move against each other and you sigh when you feel him smile into the kiss. This is your first kiss, but you love how it feels as if you have done it a thousand times already.
When you part, you both laugh again as you poke his dimple and press a kiss to it. Maki shuts his eyes together as his head falls into the crook of your neck, and you laugh at how shy he is, and you wonder how you got so lucky.
Maybe you two just make your own luck!
ARCHV ⠀ ⌗⠀، ok maybe, i like maki a little too much can we please not stay at the point. he is the cutest omg i love him i love him i love himmm. also this was the song that originally got me to write the series so i was pretty excited for it to end it with.
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You sigh a little when one more couple passes you on the street, holding hands and giggling as they fall over each other. The street is crowded, with pink and red lanterns hanging from the top and golden fairy-lights and balloons all around the corners.
You aren’t surprised since in a few minutes it will be Valentine’s Day and every single kind of love will be celebrated around the city. And you will be in your apartment hogging down instant noodles. You know the video call will come, so you speed up your walk and you know Jo will be on the other side of the line, smiling, waiting for you as he wishes you your first Valentine's away.
The universe is cruel for handling it this way. You and Jo had finally found each other, two perfect puzzle pieces, and then the foreign offer lands on you. Jo has always been a sweetheart and he had consoled you that long-distance relationships work and that you will work on it together.
He did send flowers, teddies and chocolates for every single day of Valentine’s and you felt very grateful for it but a small part of you, the selfish part, wished one of you could visit the other.
You look at a couple posing under some heart balloons and wonder what Jo is doing. He always asks you how you are and you keep saying you are fine when you really are not. You refuse to be a mood-killer when his soft voice fills the room through your screen as he talks about his day and asks about yours.
You always think about how if he ever visits, you will have so much to tell him, more than you ever did, more than whatever you say to the screen. You want to sit with him on your bed, have a lazy day and just talk with him from the start of the day to the break of dawn. You want to hold him and never let go and you miss his touch too much to comprehend in words.
You wish Jo would just magically appear right now and take you away from this crowded place to somewhere the world is quiet, just you two alone, in each other’s arms.
You finally reach the street you live on and walk up to your apartment. You put the code in and the door creaks open into a dark living room. You sigh again, putting your bags down and reaching to hang the keys when there is a sudden knock on your door. You laugh lightly, knowing Jo has again ordered some flowers for you, somehow pinpointing the exact time you will come home.
You see the clock; it is exact twelve and you shake your head lovingly. You don’t check and just swing open the door and a sharp gasp leaves your throat as soon as you see the man standing in front of you.
“Hey, love,” Jo says as a soft smile takes over his face and you stand there, hands over your face, as he takes a step inside and continues, “Happy Valentine’s Day!”
“Jo?” you finally squeak out as you slam his body into his for a hug. A big laugh leaves his throat as he wraps his arms around yours and gently sways you from side to side.
You, on the other hand, still feel like this is a fever dream but his arms supporting and holding you are probably the only thing grounding you right now. You are close to crying when you find his fingers rubbing slow circles on your back and you inhale deeply. He is here, he really is and you can’t believe he has done all that for you.
“Happy Valentine’s Day,” you whisper into his neck and you feel his smile against your neck as he presses a small kiss on your collarbone.
“I missed you so much,” he whispers as he slowly holds you in his arms, pressing his head to yours and you giggle as you press a small kiss to his chin. His soft voice echoes around and you feel the tears sting in the corner of your eyes just from him being there.
“I have so much to tell you,” You reply and he knows that already, but the way you said it, maybe he will fall in love with you all over again. You missed him too much and having him here just made everything shine around you.
He looks into your eyes and slowly leans in, pressing his lips to yours and you immediately kiss him back. It has been so long but kissing him feels like you just left home yesterday. Your fingers thread his hair and he circles his arms around your waist, pulling you impossibly closer.
Kissing him felt grounding as you take in the familiar taste on your mouth and kissing him felt like all your worries washing away for the door and all your body could feel was the simple feeling of him being there.
When you part, you two smile again as he presses a small peck on your nose and lips, making you ticklish. Your arms wrap around him again as you hug him tightly and take in his scent that is so like him. The air feels lighter and smells of something mundane.
Something mundane like the love you two have.
ARCHV ⠀ ⌗⠀، jo is such a sweetheart omg i love him. also happy valentine's day to everyone who has ever loved something, go celebrate cus you deserve it.
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