^^SUPER SHORT FLUFF FIC š§ø JJR š§ø
>I will be posting another fic on ao3 under the username Burberbinglettus, (def not soon) mainly bc that one absolutely breaks the nsfw rule on this app, Iām not even 25% done and Iām already at 1k words<
>also this was not written by AI, I used a grammar checker so if it looks AI generated, it was the website I used, I suck at spelling and quotations (as you can see in these paragraphs)< ļæ¼
Everyone had a weakness their lover could exploit, rather that be a small shoulder squeeze or forehead kisses, it was a weakness.
Usagiās weakness was Misakis' cooking. No surprise thereā¦but what was Misakis? It definitely wasnāt kisses or compliments. He always got red yeah- but also really annoyed.
Not likeā¦vigorous scratching to where it breaks skin, but almost like a massage with the tips of his fingers.
Anytime Misaki starts bickering at him for no apparent reason (usually there is one), all it takes is one hand on the younger one's head and a gentle scratch on the scalp for him to calm down, not even back away, just stay there and huff quietly.
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Misaki was sitting on the couch watching some show when Usagi sat down next to him. At first, Usagi was keeping his hands to himself. Then he reached over and wrapped one arm behind mistaken shoulders, his hand resting on the tricep.
At first, Misaki grumbled and gave him a side eye, but once Usagi started to gently scratch his arm, he quickly sucked it up.
It was almost like a cat who wanted attention but hated being needy. Misaki was basically fighting internally over his need for this type of affection.
Slowly, he leaned into Usagi, eyes still on the show but his head resting on the older oneās shoulder.
All because of some shoulder scratches
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Late at night, Usagi managed to convince Misaki to sleep with him in bed, promising him that he āwouldnāt do anything weird.ā
Eventually, Misaki gave in and agreed to sleep in bed with him, already mentally preparing himself to be a victim tonight.
The second, Misaki, laid down next to Usagi. He felt his hands being wrapped around him and pulled towards the man laying next to him.
āHey, what did I just say? Knock it of!āMisaki started complaining but stopped himself when he felt the hands around his waist slowly move up to his back. Usagiās hands started rubbing in circles and drawing small patterns over the nightshirt Misaki was wearing.
āā¦whatever justā¦donāt be gross,ā he muttered, relaxing once again from the small massage. Usagi was having the time of his life over here. He finally got his lover to settle down and let him be all left-footed.
For what seemed like forever, Usagi just held Misaki close to his chest, rubbing his back and occasionally kissing the top of his head. Though the second Usagi stopped the back rubs and head kisses, Misaki would squirm or twitch around ever so slightly. Like a dog who paws at your hand when you stop petting it
āJesusā¦and you call me needy.ā
Usagi scoffed lightly, yet kept giving him what he begged for.
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