𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐓 𝐍’ 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓. starring keisuke baji.
as my apology for my inactivity, here’s waking up with keisuke!
⚠︎. semi dry humping. keisuke being a meanie. he has a weird thing w tickling you. cuddling. super fluff very cute. being called “princess” mockingly. mikey’s annoying ass is in here being annoying. peke j cameo!
keisuke’s room is dim. wrapped in a soft, early afternoon light. the old ancient blackout curtains that’s worn thin by years of neglect, hung over the bright window. most of the fabric still guards the darkness he prefers, but time has softened patches of it, allowing delicate streaks of sunlight to slip through. golden beams stretch across the wooden floor and rumpled navy sheets, catching tiny motes of dust that drift through the air like stardust, making you feel like you both are floating in space, sleeping in each other’s arms.
the apartment building is usually alive with noise, it’s thin walls making you hear slammed doors that sound near enough to make you think it’s in the apartment, footsteps overhead, distant arguments you can hear through the vents. but today the world has gone quiet, as if the universe itself decided to pause and give the two of you some peace and quiet. with only the hum of the air conditioner, a sound he’d finally fixed after days of tinkering, buzzing gently in the corner, no longer dripping and driving him mad.
you stir slowly, blinking away the last traces of sleep. you look to your right, seeing sleepy keisuke sprawled beside you on his stomach. his heavy right arm draped possessively across your waist, pinning you to the mattress. his bare back rises and falls. he’s shirtless, wearing only black boxers that sit low on his hips. thank god he has the habit of kicking off the blanket so you can enjoy this sight.
his skin radiates heat like a living furnace. you’ll never understand how someone can run so hot, but you never complain, not when it feels this comforting against your body.
you feel a breeze kissing your chest. your black-and-white polka dot silk pajama set is a complete disaster from the twisting and turning in your sleep. the thin tank top has bunched high around your ribs, letting one of your tits to spill completely free, while your frilly shorts have ridden up so high they’re barely covering the curve of your ass, the delicate fabric digging into the plush skin of your inner thighs. you tug them both down with a pull, trying not to disturb the sleeping beast beside you.
you look back at him again. his hair is an absolute mess, dark strands sticking out wildly across the pillow. even in his sleep, his brows are furrowed deep, that scowl you adore permanently etched into his face. it’s so cute how he manages to look annoyed even unconscious.
a soft smile tugs at your lips. you slowly turn your body toward him, facing him better, careful not to wake him. lifting one hand, you let your fingertips drift across his features, feather-light. first along the sharp line of his jaw, which seems clenched, a bad habit of his. then up to his cheekbones. you trace the bridge of his nose, the slight bump where it was broken once. your thumb brushes gently over his furrowed brows, smoothing them out with tender strokes, back and forth, coaxing the tension away.
for a moment, they finally relax. his face softens completely in sleep, looking so stupidly cute it almost hurts. his lips are slightly parted, letting out little sleepy sounds that are like cocaine to you. he’s like a big grumpy cat that’s finally let its guard down.
he looks younger, almost boyish, and that rare peaceful expression, so rare that even in his sleep he hardly ever wears it, hits you straight in the chest. your heart does a wild flip as a rush of overwhelming affection floods through you, the kind that makes you want to eat him up, bite his cheeks, and smother him with kisses until he has to physically push you away. you have to fight the urge to lean in and devour that adorable sleeping face right then and there.
but then, like stubborn muscle memory, those brows knit back together again.
you couldn’t help it. you cover your mouth as a quiet giggle bubbles up from your chest, your stomach shaking lightly under the weight of his arm. the bed shifts just enough.
keisuke’s eyes flutter open. reddish-brown and still heavy with sleep, they blink slowly at first. he stares at you for a long second, clearly confused, his sleepy brain trying to figure out why you’re giggling like that with your hand over your mouth. you can practically see the moment it clicks in his head, his expression shifting from foggy to annoyed, the furrow in his brows now matching his eyes.
“…creep,” he mutters, voice raspy and low. “staring at me while i’m sleeping. the hell’s wrong with you?”
your giggles only get worse after his accusation. he stays there for a second, eyes half-open, clearly waiting for you to calm down and say something. but instead, the way he’s looking at you, all grumpy and confused, makes everything ten times funnier. your giggles quickly turn louder and more uncontrollable, your whole body shaking under the weight of his arm still slung across your stomach.
keisuke clicks his tongue in annoyance, too sleepy to argue with you right now. he tightens the arm already slung over your stomach, pulling you closer against him, hoping that will shut you up. he then closes his eyes again, trying to burrow back into sleep like he can ignore your adorable little meltdown.
you grin, biting your lip. “is that how you greet your girlfriend in the morning, keisuke?” voice a little muffled since he forcefully shoved your face in his chest to get you to fall back asleep.
one eye cracks open, looking down at you. his brows furrow even deeper. “tch.”
his reaction does nothing to help the accusation. “oh? not only do you call her a creep, but you glare at her too?” you continue to tease him, tilting your head on the pillow to see him better.
he lets out a long groan, finally lifting his arm off you. the loss of his warmth makes you miss it immediately. he turns and lays on his back as he stretches both arms high above his head, back arching, muscles flexing under his skin as he groans again, deeper this time. then he drops them behind his head, lacing his fingers together, and turns fully onto his back, staring at you.
for a few quiet seconds, he just looks, studying your face, your polka-dot top, lingering there as he catches a glimpse of your side boob threatening to slip out. if only he’d been awake a couple minutes earlier. then you suddenly catch a glimpse of his mouth twitching upward. before you can acknowledge it, he moves.
keisuke rolls over on top of you and tackles you, his body suddenly hovering above yours, placing himself between your legs. you let out a surprised squeal as he pins you down with his weight. messy hair falling forward, framing that mischievous grin.
“morning, princess,” he mocks, voice still thick with sleep. his fingers dig into your sides, tickling mercilessly right along your waist where you’re most sensitive.
“kei—!” you burst into laughter, squirming underneath him, your frilled shorts riding up as your legs kick lightly.
he doesn’t let up. leaning down, he buries his face in the crook of your neck, lips brushing your skin before he starts planting warm kisses along your throat and collarbone, sometimes soft, sometimes with a little nip of his teeth just to make you jolt.
he moves his head closer to yours now, “this how you greet your boyfriend, huh?” he murmurs against your lips, his breath hot. “staring at him while he sleeps? pervert.”
his fingers attack your sides again, tickling you as he keeps you pinned under his heavy body. you’re completely helpless, squirming and laughing beneath him, your polka-dot tank top twisted high on your waist, your shorts riding up again, the frills barely covering anything as your thighs squeeze around his hips.
“didn’t know i was datin’ a creep,” he teases again, fingers digging into your waist harder, that evil little grin on his face. “what next? gonna stalk me when i’m not lookin’?”
you’re laughing so hard you can barely breathe, but when he slows down the tickling for a second so you can answer, you shoot back between giggles, “now you’re just giving me ideas… what’re you doing when i’m not around, hmm? looking at other women?”
keisuke’s brows jump at that, like the concept of him even glancing another woman’s way is absurd to him, “oh, now you’re getting it,” he growls and tickles you even harder, making you shriek.
your body twists wildly under him, but he has you trapped. after a moment of torturing you, he eases up on the tickling, just dragging his fingertips along your ribs and waist gently, still hovering over you with his messy hair falling around his face.
he runs his fingers through his hair, pushing it back out of the way. “don’t change the subject now,” he drawls, shaking his head. “you didn’t even deny that you’re a creep. now you’re tellin’ me you’re a stalker too?”
you keep giggling even though he stops tickling you, your hands pushing weakly at his bare shoulders. “get off me!! you’re heavy… how much do you weigh?”
he suddenly stops his hands, placing them against the bed and pushing himself up, hovering above you on his arms. “tch, shut up. i’m pure muscle.”
he flexes one arm right in front of your face, bicep bulging thick and hard. you can’t help but stare. it looks so big and yummy, veins slightly visible under his skin. your eyes drift for a second and catch a glimpse of the dark hair in his armpit, which just makes heat rush through you even more, especially between your legs.
you shake your head, giggling at him. “you’re so stupid.”
but gosh you can’t help it, biting your lip, you reach up and squeeze his bicep, your fresh nails, the ones he paid for, dragging slowly across the hard muscle.
“mhm… real nice muscles too,” you rasp, your voice suddenly lower and breathy, and keisuke knows that exact tone. he’s not stupid.
he drops his arm and stares down at you, strands of his messy black hair tickling your cheek. his reddish-brown eyes darken as he studies your flushed face for a long moment.
“what’re ya tryna start this early in the morning, huh..?” he asks, his voice all rough now, matching your tone.
“it’s like 1:47 pm, it’s not early at all,” you roll your eyes.
he smirks, leaning closer until his lips are barely hovering over yours. “still pretty early to me, pervert.” his hands find your waist again.
you let out a laugh. “will you—“ you slap his chest, “quit with that?”
he shakes his head slowly. “uh-uh.” his nose nudges against yours in a teasing little rub, his lips staying just out of reach.
you drop your eyes to his lips before flicking them back up to his. you can see that his pupils are now dilated. “i’m not talking about you calling me a pervert,” you whisper.
“what’re you talkin’ about then?” stupid, stupid and mean keisuke asks. he finally lowers himself completely on top of you, his heavy, warm body pressing you deeper into the mattress. his face hovers right over yours, lips a single breath away from touching.
you roll your eyes and let out a long sigh, almost pouting as you stay quiet, too stubborn to say it out loud, desperately wanting him to make the move.
he raises one brow at you, that quick cocky little twitch he always does when he’s being difficult.
you let out a huff, knowing he won’t do it until you initiate. you tilt your head up, trying to steal a kiss.
he pulls back at the last second, tongue pushing against the inside of his cheek with a smug look. he’s such a dick.
“keisukeee,” you whine, dragging out his name.
all he does is let out a quiet laugh, the warm huffs of his breath brushing against your lips. there’s nothing he loves more than torturing you. all you can do is hope that today he doesn’t decide to do it until you cry.
“stop being mean,” you whine again, squirming under him.
he shakes his head slowly, messy black hair falling around his face. “‘m not doin’ nothin’.”
he smiles wide at your glare. piece of shit.
“hmm?” he hums, eyes half-lidded.
“do i have to spell it out?” you whisper right against his lips.
“i’m stupid, so yeah… spell it out for me,” he replies, throwing your words back at you with a grin.
you narrow your eyes at him, despising it whenever he uses your own words against you. It’s a habit you have against him, but it’s only okay when you do it. unfortunately, with how long you two have been dating, he’s been adapting your habits too. you roll your eyes before deciding to play along with his stupid games, your voice now soft and teasing on purpose. “it starts with f…”
“uhuh,” he drawls, nodding as his eyes grow darker and more lustful. he tilts his head, and you feel him buck his hips against you, slowly grinding once, letting you feel how hard he already is through his boxers.
you gasp sharply at the pressure, eyes rolling back for a second as heat shoots through your whole body. you are so sensitive already, every little move from him is now driving you crazy. you almost feel bad for what you’re about to say, seeing that he thinks you’re gonna say something else. still, you force yourself to continue, “..ends with u.”
keisuke narrows his eyes at you. he didn’t expect you to continue being this goddamn stubborn. he raises both brows, mouth opening slightly before he lets out a low “ohoho…” his smirk is now the familiar one you hate to see, because you know he’s gonna torture the shit outta you. “did you wake up decidin’ to have a smart mouth this morning or somethin’?”
he slips both hands lower now, gripping your hips with his big, warm palms, thumbs stroking your skin, lifting up your hips and making you grind yourself against him.
you shrug, trying to act unbothered even while panting, and really fucking wet. “you don’t see me complainin’ about you waking up being a meanie.”
he smiles at that, his fangs peeking out, threatening to bite. “‘cause you like it,” he whispers against your lips, voice husky.
your brows furrow. “so you don’t like my smart mouth?” you remark, biting your lip, trying to hold back from letting out a moan.
keisuke stares at your lips for a long second, slowly licking his own. “i’ll take care of that smart mouth…”
he squeezes your hips tighter.
you pant softly, “yeah? how.”
“tellin’ you would be cheatin’ now would it?” he murmurs, then he slides his hands up your sides and starts tickling you again, gentle this time, just enough to make you squirm underneath him, just to remind you how you’re the one who’s under his mercy.
you sigh, chest rising and falling under him. “do you get off on pissing me off?”
he doesn’t even hesitate. he rolls his hips down hard, grinding his obvious erection right against your barely-covered clit, your shorts moving to the side for him. your body betraying you as he’s making you feel every inch of how hard he is through his thin boxers. “need me to answer that?” he asks.
the pressure makes you let out a soft, needy moan, your thighs tightening around his waist on instinct. keisuke responds with a quiet groan of his own, the sound rumbling deep in his chest. he tilts his head like he is finally going to kiss you… but stops just short again, lips hovering, teasing you mercilessly. god, he’s such an asshole, but the ache between your legs only grows worse.
not wanting to let him win this game, you mock him right back, throwing his own words at him, whispering against his lips, “what’re you trying to do this early in the morning?”
his brows furrow, but not in his usual pissed off way. this is slower. his eyes are dark with lust, almost predatory as he stares down at you. he shakes his head slowly again, tongue swiping over his bottom lip.
“you think you’re so fuckin’ funny, huh?” he mutters against your lips, nudging them with his own in teasing little brushes, never fully kissing, just enough to drive you insane, drive you both insane.
“i think i’m very funny,” you whisper, tilting your head, parting your lips slightly as if daring him to finally take them, no way you’re gonna be the one to fold.
“that goddamn mouth of yours…” he growls, eyes locked on your lips like he wants to devour them.
you lean up just enough and drag your tongue slowly across his lips, from the bottom one all the way to the top, tasting him. “take care of it then.”
keisuke lets out a rough, broken groan, like he can’t hold back anymore. one thing you love about keisuke is that no matter how long he tortures you, at some point he’ll just give in, too impulsive to leave his urges unattended like that.
he finally crashes his mouth against yours, kissing you deep. his tongue pushes past your lips, sliding against yours so messily, just enough to make your head spin. one of his hands grips your jaw, tilting your face exactly how he wants while the other squeezes your bare waist tighter, nails digging in just enough to make you whimper into his mouth.
he pulls back just an inch, breathing hard against your lips. “fuckin’ brat,” he mutters, then dives back in, tongue stroking yours again.
you kiss him back, matching his pace, biting his bottom lip and pulling as if answering him.
keisuke chuckles lowly into the kiss, the sound vibrating against your tongue. he presses his whole body down on you, grinding slow and deliberate between your legs. “you’re so fucking annoying,” he whispers between kisses, nipping at your lip.
“you love it,” you shoot back, sucking on his tongue for a second before he takes control again, deepening the kiss until you are both breathless and moaning into each other’s mouths.
he presses his whole body down on you, grinding slow between your legs, making sure you feel every inch as the kiss grows even more heated. his tongue moves against yours in ways that’s making you dizzy, sucking and licking like he’s trying to claim every inch of your mouth. soft and wet sounds fill the room as you both moan quietly into each other, completely lost in it. your hands slide up his bare back, feeling up his back muscles, nails gently scratching his skin while his fingers dig harder into your waist, keeping you pinned right where he wants you as he dry fucks you, his pace moving from slow grinds to a back and forth motion.
suddenly we hear a soft persistent scratching sound coming from the window.
keisuke pauses mid-kiss, lips still pressed against yours. he pulls back slightly, string of saliva still connected to your lips, he then turns his head toward the window with a low groan of annoyance.
you wipe the saliva from your lips with your finger, staying quiet because you already know exactly who’s making those persistent sounds.
you bite your lip as you stare up at him. with his face turned toward the window, the thin strips of afternoon sunlight catch him perfectly through the worn-out curtains. his pupils have settled back to normal now. in the light, you can see the true color of his eyes clearly. from a distance, most people would probably just call them brown and leave it at that, but up close, they’re more complicated. the outer edges are a deep reddish amber, while warmer flecks of brown sit closer to his irises, blending together in a way that’s easy to miss unless you’re this close, staring right at him. the sunlight makes those colors stand out even more.
and his lips.. his lips look so pretty right now, shiny and wet from your kisses, a little swollen and red from how intensely you two had been making out. his cheeks are faintly flushed, and his mouth stays slightly parted as he debates whether to ignore the scratching or deal with it.
he looks so stupidly beautiful like this that it makes your chest tighten.
he lets out a defeated sigh, clearly remembering it’s june and the heat outside must be brutal. “tch…”
he pushes himself up on his knees, hovering over you for a moment. your eyes drag down his body greedily, his toned abs flexing with the movement, muscles shifting under his skin, and that very obvious, thick bulge straining against his black boxers. a small damp spot is visible right at the tip, evidence of how hard and leaky he had already gotten before the interruption. poor guy.
keisuke reluctantly climbs off the bed and stands up, walking over to the window. he pulls the old curtains open a bit more, letting in even more sunlight, then slides the window open.
peke j immediately hops inside with an excited little chirp, tail high in the air. his sleek black coat looks more of a dark brown in the bright sunlight, slightly messy and dusty from whatever adventure he’d been on, with a few dry tree leaves still stuck in his fur. he rubs against keisuke’s leg happily, purring loudly as if greeting his favorite human after a long day out.
keisuke crouches down a little, running his hand over peke j’s head. “yeah, yeah… welcome back, you little shit,” he mutters, half annoyed but clearly fond.
keisuke lets out one last defeated sigh before crawling back onto the bed. he climbs over you again, but this time there’s no heat behind it. instead, he drops his weight heavily and buries his face right between your tits, using them like a warm, soft pillow. he lets out a long tired sigh, like the interruption drained all his energy.
you smile softly and slide your fingers into his black hair, running them through the strands gently, scratching at his scalp the way he secretly loves. peke j jumps onto the bed without hesitation, purring loudly as he walks across the sheets.
keisuke turns his head just enough to look at the cat. he reaches out with one hand and starts picking the dry leaves and bits of dirt from peke j’s fur, flicking them toward the trash can beside the bed.
“where the hell have you been, huh?” he mumbles to the cat like a tired dad. “you’re all dirty… been climbing trees again? it’s too hot outside, you dumbass. you’re gonna overheat one day and i’m not burying you.”
you keep running your fingers through keisuke’s hair, treating him like your personal oversized pet. after a few seconds, he notices your awkward way of petting him and grabs your wrist, moving your hand over to peke j’s head instead, almost like he said “i’m not your goddamn pet.” without saying anything at all.
you let out a quiet giggle, making keisuke feel your chest shake against his face.
keisuke shifts a little higher and gently rests his chin on your chest, careful this time, remembering the last time he did it, you yelled at him about his “steel chin.” he stares up at you sweetly, that cute scowl of his gone, all you see is his eyes, so full of love and adoration, drifting slowly across your face, taking in every feature like he’s memorizing you all over again.
he’s so unbelievably cute like this that your heart feels like it’s going to explode.
one thing you don’t know about keisuke is that he’s a creep too. he loves watching you sleep, loves the way your face looks when you’ve just woken up and it’s all puffy, loves watching you drool all over your pillow, loves hearing you snore even though he pretends to complain about it, loves when you whine in your sleep when you’re sick. he’s a sucker when it comes to you and being unguarded, completely vulnerable next to him. you’re the prettiest thing he’s ever seen.
you stop petting peke j once he curls up comfortably against your shoulder. both of your hands move to keisuke’s face, cupping his cheeks and squeezing them together gently. his brows immediately furrow again, that familiar scowl crawling back onto his face like it never left.
“the second i find out how to legally cannibalize you, i would in a heartbeat,” you whisper, thumbs brushing under his eyes.
“wouldn’t i be dead?” he asks, voice muffled from his squished cheeks.
“no. you’d just be in my stomach forever,” you say sweetly. “we’d finally be one.”
keisuke stares at you for a second before smiling, fangs peeking out. “you’re so damn creepy.” hypocrite.
you give his cheek a soft little slap. “quit it.”
he suddenly crawls higher up your body, hovering over you again, lips dangerously close to yours. “guess what?”
you look up at him innocently, wrapping your arms around his neck. “what?” you ask, smiling.
he leans in and whispers against your mouth, “i never cared about legality… so…”
before you can react, he dips his head to your neck and starts biting, not too hard at first, but enough to make you squirm and giggle under him. his lips are warm and wet as he kisses along your throat, then suddenly sinks his teeth in a little harder on a sensitive spot right under your jaw. you let out a squeal, your body jerking beneath him as your hands fly to his shoulders, pretending to push him off when really you’re just feeling him up.
“keisuke!” you laugh, pretending to protest against him.
“beat you to it,” he murmurs against your skin, clearly proud of the little red marks he’s leaving behind. he continues, alternating between soft, lingering kisses and sharper bites that gets you to yelp, making your thighs squeeze around his hips.
he finds that one particular spot near the base of your neck that has your breath hitching. god he loves to abuse it. he kisses it slowly first, lips parted and hot against your neck, sucking on it gently. the sensation shoots straight down your spine, heat pooling in your stomach all over again. you almost moan, a soft, needy sound already threatening to slip out as your hands move from his shoulders to his hair, tightening your fingers around it.
just as he opens his mouth to bite down properly on that same spot, peke j suddenly sits up, bumping his little tiny head against keisuke’s to get his attention, letting out little insistent squeaks.
keisuke freezes mid-bite, lips still brushing your skin. he lets out a long, frustrated groan.
“dude…” he mutters, voice thick with annoyance as he pulls back slightly, leaning on his elbows, glaring at peke j, who 100% knows he’s being a cockblocker, and likes it too.
then the cat steps his two front paws right onto your chest to get keisuke’s full attention, putting his entire weight on them. almost like two very tiny but heavy boulders were placed on your chest, causing you to wince, the sharp little claws he sharpens on keisuke’s leather couches pressing into your soft skin through the thin tank top.
“i’m in the middle of somethin’, go away,” keisuke grumbles, gently trying to nudge the cat off your chest so he can get back to putting you through heaven and hell. but peke j suddenly lets out a loud, dramatic meow, the kind that means he’s very, very hungry.
keisuke stares at him for a few seconds, then his eyes drift over to you, as if like he wants you to convince him to throw the cat to chifuyu’s, letting the guy deal with him instead. but you just respond with a shrug and nod, silently telling him to go feed the baby.
he lets out a heavy sigh and reluctantly climbs off you, standing up on the floor now, giving you a clear view of his bare back, faint red scratches from your nails still visible on his skin. he turns his head to glance at you one last time before walking toward the door, unlocking it and walking toward his food bowl.
peke j follows him happily, tail high. “here you go, fat ass,” you hear keisuke muttering afar as he pours food into the plate. it only takes him about fifteen seconds before he’s back, closing the door behind him and locking it again.
you’re in the middle of stretching when he returns, arching your back and cracking it a little. the second he steps closer, you flinch and quickly close your arms, wrapping them around your waist to protect your sides.
he scoffs at the sight. “dramatic as hell.”
“you gave me ptsd, shut up,” you shoot back.
keisuke smirks, scratching the side of his stomach lazily. “y’know it doesn’t matter what you do, right? i can just manhandle you whenever i want.”
you only respond with a giggle, voice dripping with sarcasm. “yeah, ooookay.”
one thing you love to do when it comes to teasing keisuke is doubting his strength, because he always takes it as a challenge to perform it on you. he’s such a show off it’s so cute, and really hot too. especially when it requires using you like a ragdoll.
he’s so predictable, you can practically see the gears turning in his head. he pauses scratching his stomach, biting his bottom lip like he knew exactly what he’s gonna do to you, then suddenly lunges forward and grabs your ankles, dragging you down to the edge of the bed in one smooth motion, making you burst into giggles.
“yeah ookay, huh?” he mocks as he crawls over you.
he presses his forehead firmly against yours, refusing to give you any space. his eyes, pupils big again, locking onto yours. you try to challenge him back, staring at him. your eyes flick between his, but the longer he looks at you, the harder it becomes to think about anything else. his eyes were too overwhelming, no way you can match how fucking intense they are, you shy away from his sight, trying to look to the side, your cheeks burning hotter.
keisuke doesn’t let you escape. he tilts his head and chases your gaze, leaning in even closer so you can’t hide. when you turn the other way, he follows again, a lazy smirk tugging at his lips.
“don’t look away,” he murmurs, amusement thick in his tone. he gently grabs your chin with his fingers, guiding your face back to him. “c’mon… look at me.”
he gets so close to your face that it becomes too much. you cover your face with both hands, giggling nervously.
bingo. one point for keisuke, as usual. and the most annoying thing is that he didn’t even try.
the second your hands leave your waist, he attacks, his fingers digging into your stomach and sides, tickling you mercilessly again.
“hey—!” you squeal, the sound breaking into bright uncontrollable laughter as you twist and writhe underneath him again. his fingers are relentless on your waist and sides, digging in just enough to make you lose your mind.
gosh you wanna kill him so bad.
he’s grinning above you, that sharp cocky fang-flashing grin that never fails to make your stomach flip. he moves his lips closer now, attacking you with kisses. soft n’ warm presses of his lips land all over your flushed cheeks, the corner of your mouth, your jaw, and down the sensitive skin of your neck. each kiss making your heart stutter. the contrast between his merciless fingers and those gentle loving kisses has your face burning hot.
“i’m gonna kill you!” you threaten between loud giggles, barely able to get the words out as you curl up into a ball, trying to bring your knees up to protect your waist.
“sure you are,” he replies condescendingly, his hands move from your waist to the back of your thighs, easily pushing your knees down against you, folding you completely under his weight as he squeezes your thighs. “you’re not killin’ shit.” he shakes his head, forehead still against yours.
you’re a complete mess underneath him, cheeks flushed deep red, eyes watery from laughing so hard, trying, and failing, to push his shoulders away. he looks so stupidly good like this. teasing him enough to get him to act has never disappointed you.
his left hand, which had been happily squeezing and kneading your thighs, slowly slides upward toward your face. his thumb gently wipes away the little tear that had slipped from the corner of your eye. he leans in and presses a soft kiss to your wet cheek, following the trail of the tear before moving to the corner of your lips. then, with such tenderness that you adore to see from him, he captures your mouth in a slow gentle kiss.
his lips move against yours so softly it makes your chest feel tight. his hand cup the side of your face, thumb brushing your burning red cheek as he kisses you deeper, like he’s savoring the taste of you in the morning.
he pulls back slightly, lips brushing against yours as he whispers, “you’re lucky peke j came back when he did… or i would’ve eaten you already.”
there’s a butterfly nest in your stomach, “what’s stopping you from doing that right now?” you say softly, reaching up to tuck his messy black hair behind his ear before cupping his cheek with your palm.
keisuke hums, the sound vibrating in his throat, like what you said just gave him the green light to literally eat you. he nudges his nose against yours affectionately, then dips his head lower toward your neck. his lips press warm, wet, and slow kisses along your skin, making sure you feel every drag of his tongue and the soft pull of his teeth. you feel his lips drag lower to the center of your chest.
his hands slide toward your hips, fingers hooking under the hem of your polka dot shorts, ready to tug them lower, when suddenly the bed vibrates.
you freeze, hoping to the gods above that it’s not your phone that’s ringing. keisuke notices your sudden stiffness right away and pulls his hand back. “you alright?” he looks up at you from his position.
“phone’s buzzing…” you mumble, reaching around the pillows until your fingers find your phone. it’s still. “i think someone’s calling you.”
keisuke lets out a loud dramatic sigh, already knowing exactly who it is that’s calling him. his head drops heavily onto your chest like the weight of the world that was once still just for the both of you this morning, decided to land on him. after a second of him being a big baby, he easily shifts your body further up the bed so he can lay on you more comfortably, wrapping both arms tightly around your waist and squeezing you close.
“jus’ ignore it,” he mutters, burying his face into the crook of your neck. he’s not kissing you anymore, just breathing you in deeply, like he’s trying to memorize your scent before he gets dragged away.
you let out a soft laugh through your nose. “one of the guys?” you tilt your head toward him, your cheek smooshing against his as he presses even deeper into your neck. your fingers slide into his hair again, slowly scratching at his scalp with your nails in gentle, rhythmic circles.
he nods against your skin, too lazy and content to speak. you can feel him melting under your touch, his body heavy and relaxed on top of yours.
he’s being way too cute right now, face buried in your neck, arms wrapped tightly around your waist, breathing you in like he doesn’t want to leave. the urge to eat him hits you hard. you turn your head slightly and bite his cheek, teeth sinking in with a little more pressure than intended.
“ow.” keisuke winces, the sound muffled against your skin. “the hell is wrong with you?” he grumbles, but he makes no move to pull away or stop you.
“you’re being really cute right now,” you whisper sweetly, then bite his cheek again, much gentler this time, more like a playful nibble.
he lets out a cute little huff against your neck, warm breath fanning over your skin. he doesn’t bother arguing back, clearly not in the mood to entertain your little games right now. all he wants is to hold you close in comfortable silence.
then, on queue, both hear loud footsteps coming up the stairs of the apartment complex, a very extremely familiar flip-flop sounds slapping against the floor.
keisuke lets out a low chuckle followed by a very long sigh.
“baji! i know you’re in there, you bastard! you’re not answering your phone and i saw your bike outside!” mikey’s voice yells from the front door, muffled but still loud and clear.
keisuke mumbles something incoherent into your neck, clearly cursing under his breath. you squeeze him in response, wrapping your legs around his waist, not planning to let him go anytime soon.
you hear keys jingling. of course mikey has a spare key, he basically lives here more than anyone else. you tried to argue with keisuke about that once, how you don’t have one of your own even though you’ve been dating for however long. but he argued that regardless of him getting you a spare key or not, you’re stuck to his hip like glue.
there’s no situation where you’d need it at all, the guy can’t even sleep soundly without at least having you in his line of sight. which is a pretty good argument, but still, it would feel nice to have a key to his place, just in case.
the door to the apartment clicks open, you hear mikey making himself at home as he throws his keys on the kitchen table, “peke j! where’s your dad at, huh?” mikey voice immediately switches to that high-pitched baby tone he only uses for the cat.
footsteps head straight toward keisuke’s room. the doorknob rattles.
“oi, it’s locked.” he mutters to himself. the moment can’t get any more awkward. because you know in mikey’s head, his dear old friend keisuke wouldn’t lock his doors unless his girlfriend is around, no such thing as privacy when it comes to them. “baji, is your girlfriend in there with you?”
right on the money. you can’t escape it, you have no choice but to greet. “hi mikey!” you yell out.
“oh, hi!” mikey yells back.
keisuke groans loudly. “can you go away for like five minutes, man? go do something.”
“no way, get up! we’re supposed to train the kids for karate today. if we ditch again, grandpa’s gonna kill both of us. he already complained about how inconsiderate we are, making an old man do all the work!”
keisuke finally lifts his head from your neck, staring at the locked door with an irritated scowl. that same cute scowl you fell in love with at first sight. “i’m not ditchin’ it, i’ll be there, just give me a damn minute!”
mikey keeps banging on the door. “we don’t have a damn minute, get your ass up before i break this door down!”
keisuke drops his head back down onto your chest with a defeated grunt, arms still wrapped tightly around you like he has no intention of leaving you.
after a moment, he shifts again, resting his chin on your chest so he’s looking straight up at you. his face is so close now, staring at you from under messy black lashes. he glances from your eyes down to your lips, then back up again. you know him too well. he wants a kiss. badly.
but you feel like playing a little.
“what?” you ask softly, blinking at him innocently.
he scowls, that signature grumpy look returning. “i gotta spell it out for you?” he mocks, throwing your own words back at you again.
you smile, shaking your head. enough games for now. you cup his face with both hands and lean down, pressing your lips to his in a passionate. he kisses you back immediately, slow and warm, like he’s trying to memorize the feeling. his lips move gently against yours, savoring every second.
the kiss deepens just a little before breaking into a series of quick sweet pecks on your lips, the corner of your mouth, your nose, then back to your lips again. neither of you wants to pull away.
“i’ll be back at around 6,” he whispers against your mouth between kisses.
you smile against his lips and kiss him once more. “go be a teacher. i need to get coffee anyways…”
he nods, eyes drifting for a second like he’s thinking.
“i could drop by the dojo and get you some,” you offer.
the way he looks at you after that, like you just read his mind, makes your heart flutter. he gives you one firm nod, then reluctantly pushes himself up. instead of immediately getting dressed, he reaches for his pants on the floor, pulling out his wallet, and taking his card out, he then moves closer to you as he tucks his card neatly under the hem of your tank top, right between your tits.
“shut.” he cuts you off, tossing his wallet onto the floor before walking to the bathroom, grabbing new pair of pants on the way.
you stare down at the card nestled warmly against your skin, a small smile playing on your lips. you know he doesn’t actually care that much about the coffee. he just likes having an excuse to see you during the day.
you eventually get up and join him in the bathroom. keisuke is already brushing his teeth, still shirtless, now wearing a clean pair of dark pants that hang low on his hips. he looks stupidly hot like this, especially with his messy bed hair falling into his eyes as he leans over the sink. the way the veins on his forearms stand out when he brushes his teeth makes it hard to look away as you grab your toothbrush and toothpaste.
mikey bangs on the bedroom door again, much louder this time.
keisuke’s eyes narrow in the mirror. toothbrush still in his mouth, he storms out of the bathroom with toothpaste foam on his lips, unlocking his room and facing mikey. “you wanna die today?!” you hear him yell. and it’s like the response was immediate, a loud thud rattles the wall.
something crashes into the door. flip flops scrape violently across the floor. a fist connects with something solid, followed by another. there’s a muffled curse, a grunt, and what sounds suspiciously like two grown men trying to kill each other before breakfast.
barely thirty seconds have passed before you hear keisuke stomping back through his room, stepping into the bathroom as though the fight never happened. except his hair is slightly messier than before, and his toothbrush is mysteriously gone. he leans over the sink and spits out the toothpaste before aggressively rinsing his mouth.
you’re already done with your routine, patting your face dry with a towel. “where’s your toothbrush?”
“i don’t know,” he mutters.
he doesn’t bother explaining what just happened with mikey, seemingly in a rush. the guy is already yelling from the front door telling keisuke to hurry up and something else that’s incoherent, leaving the apartment and expecting keisuke to follow right behind him.
but keisuke doesn’t move toward the door. instead, he turns to you, backing you up against the bathroom counter with both arms caging you in on either side. his body presses close, gosh he’s like a furnace, so damn hot. he leans in close to you and kisses your forehead, then the tip of your nose, then the corners of your lips, and finally captures your mouth, not ready to leave you at all.
it’s a slow kiss, like he’s trying to breathe you in deep enough to last him the rest of the day. his tongue brushes against yours, letting you taste the fresh mint of his toothpaste as he kisses you like he has all the time in the world, even though mikey is still waiting for him outside.
when he finally pulls back, his forehead rests against yours, “call me when you get to the dojo,” he whispers.
you nod, smiling softly. “i will.”
keisuke gives you one last long look, like he’s seriously considering saying “screw it” and crawling back into bed with you for the rest of the day. his eyes linger on your face, drifting slowly from your eyes to your lips, then across every little detail he’s grown addicted to. there’s nothing he loves more than seeing your face like this. the thought of not seeing it again until tomorrow morning already leaves an annoying ache in his chest. he hates it so much.
he lets out a deep sigh and forces himself to step back. he walks out of the bathroom toward his closet, pulling a black shirt over his head and tugging it down over his toned torso.
“where the hell are my keys?” he mutters, patting his pants pockets and looking around the messy room.
you smile softly, already knowing exactly where they are. “i got them.”
you walk out his bedroom, into the living room, spotting his keys on the couch, right where they fell last night, half-hidden between the cushions after he flopped down when he got home. you grab them and head back to him, dangling the keys in front of his face with a playful little shake.
keisuke’s eyes flick to the keys, then to your face. the corner of his mouth twitches into a small smirk as he snatches them from your fingers. without hesitation, he leans in and presses a firm, warm kiss to your forehead, you lost count how many forehead kisses this guy has given you when the day barely started.
“i’ll see you later,” he says quietly.
you nod, biting back a smile as you watch him head toward the front door. he pauses right before stepping out, turning back to give you one last look over his shoulder, the kind that screams “i don’t wanna leave you.” his eyes linger on you for a second longer, before keisuke finally opens the door and steps out.
right outside, mikey is leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, waiting, his short black hair a little messy from the ride over here, but the second the door opens a little wider, he leans forward slightly, tilting his head to try and catch a glimpse of you inside the apartment.
his eyes meet yours almost immediately. a small grin spreads across his face as he lifts his hand and waves at you with an open palm.
you smile softly and wave back.
keisuke notices the little exchange and clicks his tongue. “yo! stop starin’ at my girlfriend in her pj’s, you creep,” he grumbles, lightly shoving mikey’s shoulder as he closes the door behind him.
the apartment is quiet again, but it’s not the same kind of quiet you shared with keisuke. this one feels empty. the kind where the world had stopped spinning just for the two of you was gone now, replaced by an ordinary silence that felt a little too lonely without him in it.
keisuke’s not a morning person, far from it actually, but if it means waking up to see you sleeping by his side, then he’d gladly trade every extra minute of sleep for a lifetime of mornings just like this one.
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