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megumi’s different when he’s sick, really different. but you can’t say you mind.
your usually stoic, collected, unemotional boyfriend is suddenly all over you, clingy as a koala. it’s pathetically adorable.
your hand is flat against megumi’s forehead, checking for a temperature, and he’s blatantly leaning into your touch. a kiss pressed to your knuckles, another to your palm.
you get up to make soup and he pulls you back towards him with surprising strength, for someone who’s sick. a surprised squeak leaves your mouth as you’re tugged into his warm arms, his face nuzzling into the crook of your neck.
“don’t go,” megumi mumbles, pouting.
you laugh quietly, hand threading through his hair. “i’ll be back in a minute, baby. just gonna make you something warm so you feel better.”
he huffs, tightening his hold on you. “you can do that later. ‘s cold without you.”
“i’ll give you more blankets?”
“it’s not the same,” he grumbles. then he sniffles, a quiet, sickly sound. it tugs at your heartstrings, and you wonder whether he was faking it just for the attention.
you exhale, amused yet unrelenting. “i’m sorry, gumi. i have to, okay?” somehow, some way, you untangle yourself from his tight embrace and stand up.
megumi whines, reaching for you, and you fight back a smile.
“i’ll be really quick, baby. promise.” you press a peck to his warm forehead, tucking him more properly into the blankets before slipping out of the bedroom.
not even a minute goes by before you feel megumi’s presence in the kitchen. you smile softly as his arms come around your waist, chin resting heavily on your shoulder.
“you should be in bed, baby.”
“i know,” he mumbles almost guiltily, breath warm on your neck. he watches you cut the vegetables, spiky hair tickling your skin. “it was just really cold without you. horrible.”
“horrible indeed,” you humour him, reaching back to scratch his scalp. he exhales, eyes droopy as he melts into you. “i told you i’d be back soon, no?”
“but you were taking forever,” megumi groans earnestly, eyes opening to peek at you.
“i was away for one minute.”
“a minute too long.” he says, sniffling and shutting his eyes again. “i almost died.”
you giggle, pouring the finished soup into a bowl. “i’m really sorry,” you say as you lead him back into the bedroom, pulling him behind you like a sad puppy. “won’t happen again.”
“good,” megumi huffs, satisfied.
his eyes trail over you as you get him settled in, cocooning him in blankets and pressing the bowl into his hands. you know exactly what’s coming next.
megumi locks his gaze on yours. “is it cuddle time now?” he asks hopefully, eyes wide and shiny, lips downturned as though he might burst into tears if you refused.
the sight of him like this is so unexpected, so precious. you almost give in. almost.
“nope,” you say, trying to sound as firm as you can muster. you press the soup bowl further into his hands as his bottom lip quivers. “drink first, then cuddles.”
“and- and you won’t even feed me?” megumi warbles, sniffling sadly. “i’m dying, you know.”
“you’re not dying,” you sigh, sitting down next to him. “but fine, i’ll feed you. only cos’ you’re sick.”
the biggest smile breaks onto his face, eyes clearing up immediately as he hands you the soup bowl. your megumi wouldn’t smile like this in a million years, and you try to savour it.
he’s almost giddy with affection as he presses the soup bowl into your hands, cozying up to you and pressing his face into your chest. “you’re the best,” he mumbles happily.
you can’t wait to tell your boyfriend about this when he’s well again.
⋮ ⌗ ┆your pilot husband finally comes home and you show him exactly how much you’ve missed him ⋆˚࿔ :: fluff + suggestive, teasing, kissing/making out, implied sex @ the end!
⟡ illi’s notes:: art creds!: @s0mak1 on insta!, layout creds!: @kittens4kitty
“ohmygodohmygodohmygod!!” that was the first thing you said to your husband before immediately jumping on top of him, the two of you toppling over onto the floor before he even had a chance to close the front door.
“ack—!”
the both of you erupted into laughter, giggling on the hardwood as if falling into each other was the most funniest thing in the world.
“mmgghhh i missed you.” you squealed, wrapping your arms around his neck, burying your face into him. he smelt like expensive cologne, the one he bought for himself when you went out shopping together in tokyo. you used to whine about the scent—“satoru, it lingers everywhere!”—“toru it makes my head hurt!” but now? you’d never complain again if it meant he’d never leave for this long ever.
“toru? say something…” you gently placed your chin on top of his chest, blinking heart shaped eyes at him. your love was finally back, finally home and in your arms. it was bittersweet.
“you’re so cute.” he chuckled, squishing your cheeks in between his fingers. “oh man, you should’ve seen yourself! jumping on top of me like a puppy who missed his owner.” he continued to laugh, his entire body vibrating beneath you.
you immediately sat up on top of his stomach, an annoyed expression crossing your features—a stark contrast to the lovestruck emotion you just displayed. “you idiot!! your dear wife says she missed you and this how you respond!?” you bonked his head, pulling down his pilot hat to cover his eyes.
“o-oh my god, baby” he laughed, slowly catching his breath as he removed the hat. meanwhile, you could barely make eye contact with him—your entire face hotter than the sun. the last thing you expected was for him to laugh in your face…
satoru finally looked up at you, carefully pulling himself up so you were still on his lap, your legs bracketing his waist while he leaned against the wall.
“you’re such an asshole…” you grumbled, looking down at the floor until suddenly—he took your face back into his hands.
“honey, i wasn’t making fun of you. that’s the last thing i would ever do—c’mon, have you seen me? how i’d act when you were at work and i didn’t have any flights for a few days?” he unexpectedly took on a slightly serious tone, leaning closer to you. “i’d go crazy without you. i have gone crazy.” he whispered, slowly kissing the corner of your mouth.
“i’ve missed you too…more than you can imagine.”
“…yeah?”
“yeah.” he smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. you suppose satoru gojo could he sweet when he wanted to.
“so…how bad did ya miss me?”
when he wanted to, of course.
“bad.” you giggled, wrapping your arms back around his neck, smiling as he planted another kiss to your cheek. then another and another.
“eek!”
“hm…you can say you missed me and not mean it. actions speak louder than words.” he murmured, “why don’t you show me how much you missed me instead, sweetheart?”
surprisingly his lips finally met yours, his mouth melting into your own like ice cream. he tasted like mint gum and cool whip, fresh on your tongue. “mmh..” you whimpered, your fingers grabbing at the hair on the nape of his neck.
his own hands traveled down to your lower back, massaging the skin before landing on your ass. he pulled you closer, letting out a deep groan into your mouth.
your hand not entangled in those snowy locs latched onto his shirt, unbuttoning the buttons holding it together as if you didn’t have all the time in the world.
“y’don’t wanna go to the bedroom?” he gasped, pulling away only to brush a few pieces of hair away from your face.
you looked up at him through your lashes, pouting just the way you knew got him. “i thought you wanted me to show you how much i missed you? i couldn’t wait for you to be home before—and i can’t wait now.”
“well…im not complaining.” he smiled, letting you get right back to kissing him.
until his lips turned blue. and until his neck was purple.
Would you do light yagami x female reader hurt comfort like she knows about the death note but she's worried about him and he kinda snaps at her and she leaves but then he apologizes and they cuddle ? Mb for explaining it horribly
⋮ ⌗ masterlist 𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ :: word count: 1666 ! illi’s notez: you didn’t explain it horribly at all!! thank you for the request, and i hope you like the fic :3!
When you came over to Light’s house after school you’d expected to watch a movie, eat some snacks, maybe even lie together in his bed and simply soak up each other’s presence, but instead you were stuck on his lap, snug in between his arms as he wrote down names onto the semi-filled pages of the Death Note.
To think he would’ve wanted to actually spend time with you—his girlfriend—instead of murdering criminals. What an outrageous idea,huh? He’d only found the thing a few days ago and yet it seemed like he was already paying more attention to this notebook of death rather than he ever had you.
It scared you more than interested you. The possibility of getting caught, of someone dragging Light away from you. Would you be considered an accomplice? The thought spiked your anxiety, a slight sweat forming in your palms as you fidgeted with your uniform’s skirt. Light had been your everything for as long as you could remember—the kind boy with pretty eyes and the best grades in the school. You couldn’t even believe the fact that he accepted your confession back in freshmen year, it seemed like decades ago now—you were practically babies back then. It would kill you if you were to wake up without him gone. In jail or worse.
“Why are you so fidgety today? That’s unlike you.” His voice was calm and smooth, the grip on his pen unwavering, the precision in his handwriting absolutely perfect.
“I’m just a bit cold, that’s all.” You murmured, lying through your teeth as you leaned back into his chest, attempting to hide your facial expression from his line of sight.
“Don’t lie. I can feel your thighs burning—even through my pants.” He replied, a small yet noticeable hint of annoyance in his tone now. “What’s wrong?”
Shit…
“I just..I thought we could hang out together like you said.”
“Aren’t we? We’re both together…hanging out.”
You frowned, looking down at the floor as your fingers curled around the hem of your dress. “You know what I mean, Light.”
“What are you saying?” He practically scoffed, setting down his pen before tilting his head to look at you.
When you said nothing in response and heard his little inhale—you knew you were pushing his limits. Even without the intention to. It seemed like every little thing you did was wrong or annoying or stupid, you were walking on eggshells around him. Around someone you loved so much.
“Look at me when I’m talking to you. It’s rude.”
You slowly looked over at him, eyes slightly watery—God, you couldn’t even help it, couldn’t even stop it from glassing over your eyes. You hated how helpless you felt, how pathetic you looked to him.
“What’s wrong, baby?”
“I’m scared.” You blurted out, swallowing hard as you noticed his confused yet slightly bored expression.
“What are you scared of? Of me?”
“No—no, it’s not you. I’m scared of what’ll happen. I’m worried about you. I don’t—I don’t even want to imagine what would happen if you were to get caught—“
“Just shut up.”
“I…what?” You were speechless. Not once had Light ever spoken to you in such a degrading way. Shut up? That phrase didn’t seem to be in his vocabulary. Or so you thought.
“You’re thinking small. This mindset of yours—it’s whats keeping me behind. It’s useless to think that way, in fact it’s out right disrespectful for my own girlfriend to think I’d be stupid enough to get caught.”
Your lower lip began to quiver, entire body freezing in his hold as he continued to speak. Setting him back? Stupid? What was wrong with him? Couldn’t he see you cared so deeply for him and loved him with every single part of yourself that you couldn’t even stand the thought of never seeing him again? That you were so worried—the only way you could get it out was through your tears?
“…I’m afraid of losing you. Terrified of never seeing the one person I love more than myself, and…I’m disrespectful.?” You whimpered, a singular, fat teardrop rolling down your cheek, dribbling down before falling onto your shirt, disappearing just like that.
“You’ve changed, Light.” You sniffled, hopping up from his lap before he could see your already ruined face. “You would’ve never said this to me. Never.”
You turned to face away from him, legs shaking as you struggled to even stand up.
“Wait—“
“I’m going home.” You stated, wiping your eyes with the sleeves of your cardigan. “I…I don’t want to be here anymore.”
“You…you’re being irrational. I was just being honest—“ Light stood up, trying to stop you, but you were already at the door.
“Honest? You were being honest?” You sighed, looking down at the floor. “There’s a difference between being honest and being degrading.”
“You’re mean, Light. You were being mean.” And with that, you left, and you didn’t stop walking until you were back at your own house—empty as always. It was a contributing factor to why you spent so much time at Light’s. When nobody’s there, you can hear yourself think—and that’s good. Sometimes. But most of the time you just can’t stop, and you can’t turn yourself off. It get’s so much you can barely keep yourself from going insane. The Death Note, killing people—how long until he kills someone innocent? How long until he’s caught?
You let your tears fall freely as you slowly walked up into your bedroom, immediately falling into the comfort of your mattress. Your arms wrapped around your pillow, your cheek warming the soft cotton.
You just wanted him to be safe. Why couldn’t it be like before? Before he found the notebook? He was…nicer. Patient, less snappy,—it seemed as if his temper was hanging on a thread nowadays, making it practically impossible to talk to him without the slight fear you would upset him. No one should be afraid to speak to their boyfriend.
With your eyes weighing heavy and body finally relaxing you sniffled your way to sleep, curling your fingers around your pillow as if it could bring you some true ease.
You didn’t realize how long you’d really been lost in your dreams, blissfully unconscious until you heard the sound of silverware clinking together. Your parents couldn’t be home yet, and the possibility of a robbery made you squeeze your hands around your blanket.
“Be calm…it’s probably..the wind?” You didn’t even sound sure to yourself, your shaky voice convincing absolutely no one.
You carefully slid back on your school shoes, grabbing a nearby book on your bed side table for defense. A book could totally blind em…
With tentative steps you made your way downstairs, holding the novel to your chest—as quiet as a mouse.
You expected some stranger to be there, stashing all your valuables into his bag, and that might’ve been better than who you did see. Light Yagami—standing in your kitchen with two takeout bags in front of him.
“You were sleeping, I didn’t want to disturb you.” He spoke, noticing your grip on the book and the slightly sleepy yet alert look on your face.
“I..I’m not going to yell at you again. In fact, I’m here because of that. Could…could you come down here please?”
You swallowed hard, making your way down the rest of the stairs before tossing the book onto the sofa. You walked over to him with your arms crossed, a hurt pout crossing your features.
“…Talk then.”
He sighed, taking a step closer to you. “I’m extremely sorry for what I said.. The notebook’s been a heavy thing to carry along with me and I’ve just been taking it out on you, when that’s really the last thing I should be doing.” He murmured, gently placing his hands on your waist, a faint smile tugging the corners of his lips the moment you dropped your arms.
“Why can’t you abandon it then? Can…can we go back to the way we were before?”
Light let out a deep sigh, squeezing your sides as if it were a warning. “You know I can’t do that.”
It was worth a shot you supposed.
“Don’t look so sad. I brought over some food, and this time we can watch whatever movie you want? That’s what you wanted right?”
You nodded your head, a tiny frown still adorning your lips. “Mhm.”
“Go sit on the sofa, I’ll bring over the food.”
“Hm.” You hummed, walking back over into your living room, flopping down onto the sofa, tucking your legs beneath yourself as you grabbed the TV’s remote.
Light walked over with the bags in hand, sitting down beside you before beginning to open them.
“Could we watch Tangled?”
“Whatever you want.” He smiled, placing paper containers of rice, noodles, dumplings, and other foods onto the table.
“Could…could we just sit together and then eat for the second half of the movie..?” You spoke, eager to cuddle next to him. A pillow could never replace his warmth, no matter how hard you wanted it to.
“The food will get cold—“
“Please, Light.” You whispered, already moving closer, both your arms wrapping around his one.
He looked over at you, that pleading little look breaking his resolve almost completely.
“Sure.”
You smiled for the first time since he’d gotten there, instantly crawling into his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck. “You’re like a spider.” He commented, but you paid absolutely no mind, clicking play on the movie.
“Maybe I am.”
“You’re hiding things from me now?” He chuckled, gently kissing your forehead.
“I can keep secrets too.” You replied, earning a smile from him.
“Ahah..funny. Movie’s starting now.” He mumbled, keeping his hand on your lower back—his other on your thighs. You could remember the first time he held you like this. After you’d gotten hurt back in freshmen year and he carried you like this all the way to the infirmary. At least the Light you knew wasn’t completely gone. Yet.
It's our Lord and Savior Teru Mikami's birthday!! I recently read one of your fics about Mikami and I am in LOVEEE!! I have one simple request... A Teru Mikami birthday special?👉👈 That's all!!!
⟡ summary: you are determined to give mikami the best birthday experience possible—and you succeed!, but perhaps not in the traditional way you wanted.. turns out your birthday boy prefers the sugary taste of your lips rather than cake.
⟡ content warnings: fluff —> suggestive, kissing/making out, teasing, banter, not set in canon, mikami’s slightly freaked out @ the end…oops
⟡ illi’s notez; art credits:: @/chione_ami on insta!, i can’t believe i didn’t know it was bf #3’s aka teru mikami’s bday >_<!! hope i did him and you justice with this fic, anon!! (see what i did there. justice.), layout creds: @kittens4kitty, wc: 1672
“No-no, not vanilla frosting, strawberry. he likes strawberry.”
“Alright, ma’am…”
Maybe you were being a bit too harsh on the poor baker standing behind the register jotting down your order, but this day had to be absolutely perfect—and you’d be damned if a simple frosting mistake were to ruin that!
It was Mikami’s birthday, a day you’d been counting down to as if it was your own. However, Teru wasn’t one to celebrate his birthday, deeming it unnecessary and a bit over the top for someone like him, but you were determined to change his mind and make it one of the best most memorable birthdays he’d ever had!
“Vanilla cake with strawberry frosting. Anything else to add?”
“Oh yes, could you write “Happy Birthday Teru in pink icing? Lots and lots of hearts as well—with rainbow sprinkles.”
He nodded his head, “T-E-R-U? Correct?”
“Correct!”
“And when will you need this by?”
“Would I be able to get it by 7PM today?”
He looked back up at you through his lashes, an eyebrow raised. “You’re lucky your cake is small…” he sighed, scribbling down the timestamp onto the notepad.
“Anything else, ma’am?”
You took a small pause, eyes glancing over the array of pastries and cupcakes that beautifully decorated the displays—until you spotted them. The perfect little cakes.
“Could I get those two? The batman and princess cupcakes?” You smiled, pointing two fingers against the glass.
“…Sure.” He replied, opening the case as he slid out the tray that contained the cupcakes. Your eyes practically glittered as you watched him pack them up, the stark color contrast between the two making you smile even wider. It was basically another version of you and Mikami—as cupcakes!
“It’ll be $45.50 total.”
Ouch! Since when did cakes become so expensive…inflation sucks.
“Haha…right.” You murmured, fishing for your wallet before tapping your card against the tap to pay pad.
“Thank you, come again.”
You shoved your things back into your purse, waving goodbye as you walked out the door.
“Yeah right, this was total robbery..” you murmured beneath your breath—but in the end it was for Mikami, and anything that helped create the best birthday experience for him was worth it!
You skipped along the sidewalk, bag of cupcakes in hand as you made your way to your car. You were a girl on a mission—and you were almost complete! Decorations had finally arrived at the apartment this morning, cake and cupcakes have been ordered and mostly acquired, and Mikami said he’d be working a bit longer than usual today! Perfect amount of time to get ready and surprise him.
He’ll never expect it!
“Oh my beautiful girlfriend what could I do without you?” You chirped to yourself, sliding into the drivers seat before placing the bag of treats in the passenger’s. “Oh Teru, I…actually don’t know!” You giggled, speeding on home with a heart full of excitement and nerves.
Pulling into the parking lot you wasted no time rushing to your apartment unit as if you were about to get caught, immediately ripping into the foot tall box of balloons, banners, and fancy glasses you ordered for a little after-party champagne..
“Alright, time to get to work…” you whispered to yourself, plopping down onto the hardwood floor as you spread out the deflated balloons in front of you. Unfortunately, the only air pump you had was your mouth. Oh well. You could totally blow up 30 balloons!
45 minutes later…
“Auuhhhhgggg I can’t do itttt.” You groaned, about 7 inflated heart shaped balloons in your hands. Who knew your lungs were this weak? At least through the mini breaks you’d taken between each puff of air blown into a balloon you’d gotten the banners and streamers up.
Perhaps a quick trip to the dollar tree for a mini air pump to fill the rest? Would that take too long…? What time was it anyhow?—Knock Knock
The sound of your doorknob rattling along with a few knocks against the door caused your eyes to widen almost immediately. Shit. It was only 7PM!—Oh God, the cake…
That couldn’t be Mikami. It couldn’t! He wouldn’t lie to you, especially not about work! If he was working over time it meant he was working over time. He was devoted to his job and—
“Hello? Baby, I can’t get my keys right now could you open the door for me?”
No! You were not about to accept defeat on this!
“Ah—coming! One second! I’m…I’m shaving!”
“Shaving..?” He muttered to himself, patiently waiting behind the door—clueless.
You shoved the unused balloons to the side, yanking off the streamers from the ceiling as best as you could. If you couldn’t surprise him with a party environment, you still had the cupcakes and drinks as a backup! Still something he’d never expect.
“I’ll just look for my keys, don’t worry.” He spoke, instantly spiking your anxiety.
“NO!—nono, I’m coming! I nicked myself!”
“You hurt yourself? I’m coming, wait a moment.” He replied, dropping his briefcase and lunchbag to finally grab the key to your shared apartment from his pockets, sliding them into the lock…
“Shit, why’d I say that.” You groaned, yanking down another streamer just as the door opened.
Maybe if you closed your eyes hard enough he’d disappear.
“This is allllll a dreeeaaaammm, ooooo” You cooed, attempting to distract him just for your boyfriend to ignore your words. Damn it.
Mikami’s eyes drifted over the balloons on the floor, colorful streamers that were still stuck to the walls above you, and of course, the huge banner that had his name.
He left his bags by the door before walking towards you, arms encircling you like muscle memory.
“I thought you were working extra today.” You sighed, voice laced with defeat and disappointment.
He let out a small smile, his fingers gently trailing up your arm till he held your chin in between his pointer and thumb. “So you could have all this fun without me? You’re truly unfair.” But from the look on your face he quickly dropped his teasing.
“My phone buzzed with your cute little birthday messages, and a co-worker saw, and apparently took it upon himself of announcing that it was in fact the day I was born. I was practically ushered out, teased that I should get home to my pretty girlfriend.”
You let your head hit his body, melting into his embrace like ice cream on a hot sunny day. “Mmmghhh…at least they were right about the pretty part.”
“They were more than right.” He murmured, kissing your hair.
You pressed your chin against his chest, big eyes blinking up at him. “I had this big surprise planned, and it was gonna be really good! I had a cake..and champagne…and it was supposed to be until after you got home.” You couldn’t help but sound a teensy bit whiny, pouting your lips as he simply chuckled at your helpless state.
“It was gonna be the perfect birthday.”
“Everyday of my life is perfect…as long as i’m with you.”
“But I planned it. I put so much effort…”
At your words a deep frown settled onto his lips, his hand dragging up your spine before settling onto the back of your neck to provide some comfort. “Would you like me to leave? Wait outside until you’re ready?”
“No..it’s okay.” You sighed, eyes fluttering shut as you pressed your cheek back against his chest.
“Well, we shouldn’t let the cake and drinks go to waste then, huh? Cake tastes bad if not enjoyed with the person you love most anyway.”
“Huh? Where’d you hear that from?”
“I’ve experienced it. From all the times I’ve eaten cake before you.”
You let out a small giggle, spirits already lifting. Mikami was your happy pill, your dopamine fuel. “Mm…fine. Just because you’re requesting it.”
“Consider it my birthday wish. To eat cake and get drunk on champagne on our apartment floor.”
“On the floor?—oh!” Mikami swiftly swept you off your feet, not allowing a word of protest from your lips. Your hands wrapped around his neck instantly, your head hidden in the crook of his neck.
“Mhm, your boyfriend demands it.”
“You’re bossy today.” You murmured, lips grazing his skin as be walked over to the bag of cupcakes on the floor, littered and discarded decorations surrounding it.
“I think you’re rubbing off on me.”
As he sat down he still kept you in his grasp, allowing you to get comfortable in his lap, sitting sideways across his thighs, hands on his neck.
“Very funny, Teru.” You whispered, planting your lips against the corner of his mouth. Teasing him.
He gave you a little look, attempting to achieve a full kiss only for you to dodge him. “On my birthday you torture me like this?”
“Guilt tripper…”
“Call it whatever you want.” He replied, not wasting a second to properly kiss you, melting into your mouth. He’d been waiting for this all day, being such a patient boy to have the taste of your lips on his tongue.
“Mmph—“ You whimpered, his mouth swallowing your noises whole, his hands greedily yet tentatively pulling you impossibly closer. Suddenly, he was craving something else. Something so much sweeter than strawberry frosting—something only you could provide.
He shifted quickly, leaning back against the wall before grabbing onto your hips, positioning you so your knees bracketed his waist—not once breaking away from your mouth. “You d-don’t wanna eat?” You gasped, arching into his touch as his cool palms slid beneath your shirt, sending goosebumps to erupt all over your skin. “Oh my god…”
“I’m hungry for something else.” He groaned, his eyes barely attempting to stay open the second you slid your manicured nails against his scalp. “It feels nice…don’t stop.”
“Mika—we’re on the living room floor.. are you sure?”
“Don’t worry about that. I thought your only concern was about making your birthday boy happy?”
It's our Lord and Savior Teru Mikami's birthday!! I recently read one of your fics about Mikami and I am in LOVEEE!! I have one simple request... A Teru Mikami birthday special?👉👈 That's all!!!
⟡ summary: you are determined to give mikami the best birthday experience possible—and you succeed!, but perhaps not in the traditional way you wanted.. turns out your birthday boy prefers the sugary taste of your lips rather than cake.
⟡ content warnings: fluff —> suggestive, kissing/making out, teasing, banter, not set in canon, mikami’s slightly freaked out @ the end…oops
⟡ illi’s notez; art credits:: @/chione_ami on insta!, i can’t believe i didn’t know it was bf #3’s aka teru mikami’s bday >_<!! hope i did him and you justice with this fic, anon!! (see what i did there. justice.), layout creds: @kittens4kitty, wc: 1672
“No-no, not vanilla frosting, strawberry. he likes strawberry.”
“Alright, ma’am…”
Maybe you were being a bit too harsh on the poor baker standing behind the register jotting down your order, but this day had to be absolutely perfect—and you’d be damned if a simple frosting mistake were to ruin that!
It was Mikami’s birthday, a day you’d been counting down to as if it was your own. However, Teru wasn’t one to celebrate his birthday, deeming it unnecessary and a bit over the top for someone like him, but you were determined to change his mind and make it one of the best most memorable birthdays he’d ever had!
“Vanilla cake with strawberry frosting. Anything else to add?”
“Oh yes, could you write “Happy Birthday Teru in pink icing? Lots and lots of hearts as well—with rainbow sprinkles.”
He nodded his head, “T-E-R-U? Correct?”
“Correct!”
“And when will you need this by?”
“Would I be able to get it by 7PM today?”
He looked back up at you through his lashes, an eyebrow raised. “You’re lucky your cake is small…” he sighed, scribbling down the timestamp onto the notepad.
“Anything else, ma’am?”
You took a small pause, eyes glancing over the array of pastries and cupcakes that beautifully decorated the displays—until you spotted them. The perfect little cakes.
“Could I get those two? The batman and princess cupcakes?” You smiled, pointing two fingers against the glass.
“…Sure.” He replied, opening the case as he slid out the tray that contained the cupcakes. Your eyes practically glittered as you watched him pack them up, the stark color contrast between the two making you smile even wider. It was basically another version of you and Mikami—as cupcakes!
“It’ll be $45.50 total.”
Ouch! Since when did cakes become so expensive…inflation sucks.
“Haha…right.” You murmured, fishing for your wallet before tapping your card against the tap to pay pad.
“Thank you, come again.”
You shoved your things back into your purse, waving goodbye as you walked out the door.
“Yeah right, this was total robbery..” you murmured beneath your breath—but in the end it was for Mikami, and anything that helped create the best birthday experience for him was worth it!
You skipped along the sidewalk, bag of cupcakes in hand as you made your way to your car. You were a girl on a mission—and you were almost complete! Decorations had finally arrived at the apartment this morning, cake and cupcakes have been ordered and mostly acquired, and Mikami said he’d be working a bit longer than usual today! Perfect amount of time to get ready and surprise him.
He’ll never expect it!
“Oh my beautiful girlfriend what could I do without you?” You chirped to yourself, sliding into the drivers seat before placing the bag of treats in the passenger’s. “Oh Teru, I…actually don’t know!” You giggled, speeding on home with a heart full of excitement and nerves.
Pulling into the parking lot you wasted no time rushing to your apartment unit as if you were about to get caught, immediately ripping into the foot tall box of balloons, banners, and fancy glasses you ordered for a little after-party champagne..
“Alright, time to get to work…” you whispered to yourself, plopping down onto the hardwood floor as you spread out the deflated balloons in front of you. Unfortunately, the only air pump you had was your mouth. Oh well. You could totally blow up 30 balloons!
45 minutes later…
“Auuhhhhgggg I can’t do itttt.” You groaned, about 7 inflated heart shaped balloons in your hands. Who knew your lungs were this weak? At least through the mini breaks you’d taken between each puff of air blown into a balloon you’d gotten the banners and streamers up.
Perhaps a quick trip to the dollar tree for a mini air pump to fill the rest? Would that take too long…? What time was it anyhow?—Knock Knock
The sound of your doorknob rattling along with a few knocks against the door caused your eyes to widen almost immediately. Shit. It was only 7PM!—Oh God, the cake…
That couldn’t be Mikami. It couldn’t! He wouldn’t lie to you, especially not about work! If he was working over time it meant he was working over time. He was devoted to his job and—
“Hello? Baby, I can’t get my keys right now could you open the door for me?”
No! You were not about to accept defeat on this!
“Ah—coming! One second! I’m…I’m shaving!”
“Shaving..?” He muttered to himself, patiently waiting behind the door—clueless.
You shoved the unused balloons to the side, yanking off the streamers from the ceiling as best as you could. If you couldn’t surprise him with a party environment, you still had the cupcakes and drinks as a backup! Still something he’d never expect.
“I’ll just look for my keys, don’t worry.” He spoke, instantly spiking your anxiety.
“NO!—nono, I’m coming! I nicked myself!”
“You hurt yourself? I’m coming, wait a moment.” He replied, dropping his briefcase and lunchbag to finally grab the key to your shared apartment from his pockets, sliding them into the lock…
“Shit, why’d I say that.” You groaned, yanking down another streamer just as the door opened.
Maybe if you closed your eyes hard enough he’d disappear.
“This is allllll a dreeeaaaammm, ooooo” You cooed, attempting to distract him just for your boyfriend to ignore your words. Damn it.
Mikami’s eyes drifted over the balloons on the floor, colorful streamers that were still stuck to the walls above you, and of course, the huge banner that had his name.
He left his bags by the door before walking towards you, arms encircling you like muscle memory.
“I thought you were working extra today.” You sighed, voice laced with defeat and disappointment.
He let out a small smile, his fingers gently trailing up your arm till he held your chin in between his pointer and thumb. “So you could have all this fun without me? You’re truly unfair.” But from the look on your face he quickly dropped his teasing.
“My phone buzzed with your cute little birthday messages, and a co-worker saw, and apparently took it upon himself of announcing that it was in fact the day I was born. I was practically ushered out, teased that I should get home to my pretty girlfriend.”
You let your head hit his body, melting into his embrace like ice cream on a hot sunny day. “Mmmghhh…at least they were right about the pretty part.”
“They were more than right.” He murmured, kissing your hair.
You pressed your chin against his chest, big eyes blinking up at him. “I had this big surprise planned, and it was gonna be really good! I had a cake..and champagne…and it was supposed to be until after you got home.” You couldn’t help but sound a teensy bit whiny, pouting your lips as he simply chuckled at your helpless state.
“It was gonna be the perfect birthday.”
“Everyday of my life is perfect…as long as i’m with you.”
“But I planned it. I put so much effort…”
At your words a deep frown settled onto his lips, his hand dragging up your spine before settling onto the back of your neck to provide some comfort. “Would you like me to leave? Wait outside until you’re ready?”
“No..it’s okay.” You sighed, eyes fluttering shut as you pressed your cheek back against his chest.
“Well, we shouldn’t let the cake and drinks go to waste then, huh? Cake tastes bad if not enjoyed with the person you love most anyway.”
“Huh? Where’d you hear that from?”
“I’ve experienced it. From all the times I’ve eaten cake before you.”
You let out a small giggle, spirits already lifting. Mikami was your happy pill, your dopamine fuel. “Mm…fine. Just because you’re requesting it.”
“Consider it my birthday wish. To eat cake and get drunk on champagne on our apartment floor.”
“On the floor?—oh!” Mikami swiftly swept you off your feet, not allowing a word of protest from your lips. Your hands wrapped around his neck instantly, your head hidden in the crook of his neck.
“Mhm, your boyfriend demands it.”
“You’re bossy today.” You murmured, lips grazing his skin as be walked over to the bag of cupcakes on the floor, littered and discarded decorations surrounding it.
“I think you’re rubbing off on me.”
As he sat down he still kept you in his grasp, allowing you to get comfortable in his lap, sitting sideways across his thighs, hands on his neck.
“Very funny, Teru.” You whispered, planting your lips against the corner of his mouth. Teasing him.
He gave you a little look, attempting to achieve a full kiss only for you to dodge him. “On my birthday you torture me like this?”
“Guilt tripper…”
“Call it whatever you want.” He replied, not wasting a second to properly kiss you, melting into your mouth. He’d been waiting for this all day, being such a patient boy to have the taste of your lips on his tongue.
“Mmph—“ You whimpered, his mouth swallowing your noises whole, his hands greedily yet tentatively pulling you impossibly closer. Suddenly, he was craving something else. Something so much sweeter than strawberry frosting—something only you could provide.
He shifted quickly, leaning back against the wall before grabbing onto your hips, positioning you so your knees bracketed his waist—not once breaking away from your mouth. “You d-don’t wanna eat?” You gasped, arching into his touch as his cool palms slid beneath your shirt, sending goosebumps to erupt all over your skin. “Oh my god…”
“I’m hungry for something else.” He groaned, his eyes barely attempting to stay open the second you slid your manicured nails against his scalp. “It feels nice…don’t stop.”
“Mika—we’re on the living room floor.. are you sure?”
“Don’t worry about that. I thought your only concern was about making your birthday boy happy?”
