𖹭 | riku asked you to pluck his brows... (+18)
after your boyfriend himself asked you to “refresh” him by plucking his brows, you honestly didn’t expect it to turn into a battle of wills.
first you slipped the pink bunny headband onto him, pushing his long hair back. it looked ridiculous and unfairly cute on him, and maybe that was already working against your focus. then you tried the first position.
he sat on the closed toilet lid, legs open, and you stood between them, leaning in close enough to smell his shampoo.
“riku, can you stop moving?” you muttered, plucking another stubborn hair.
“it hurts…” he pouted, shoulders flinching, fingers squeezing at your waist like you were the one needing comfort.
“baby.” you sighed, narrowing your eyes at another stray.
the bathroom lighting was awful—yellow and flat, shadows in all the wrong places. the combination of terrible visibility and your way-too-dramatic boyfriend was testing every drop of your patience.
“not the time for petnames when you’re literally torturing me, doll,” riku complained through a hiss as you pulled two at once. “ouch!”
“i’m not being sweet. i’m calling you a baby. i’m insulting you.” you groaned, giving up at last. the tweezers clinked against the sink counter as you stepped out in defeat.
riku followed, still sulking, still dramatic.
“can’t you just use a razor like a normal person?” he whined, wrapping himself around you from behind like a koala with hurt feelings.
“a normal person uses tweezers, riku. get off me!” you smacked his arms lightly, but of course he didn’t budge.
“but it hurts~~” he buried his face in the crook of your neck, lips finding your skin with a soft, needy peck.
you rolled your eyes so hard you felt it in your soul.
how were you supposed to do the simplest beauty task on the overgrown toddler you called a boyfriend?
then an idea nudged at the edge of your mind.
and honestly… you shouldn't have let it win.
the second he picked up his phone to shoot the moment, you knew he was enjoying this way more than he should.
riku lay with his head on your lap, hair pushed back, the living room lighting finally cooperating. your fingers hovered over his brow—and his mouth, of course, was latched onto your left breast.
at least he couldn’t squirm this way.
“stop moving, riku!” you swatted his wandering hand again.
“doll, i love your idea.” his voice vibrated warmly against your skin, muffled by the soft weight of your boob in his mouth. “maybe we could pluck brows every other day, huh? or literally any hair of my body.”
his lips were lazy and warm, saliva cooling against your skin in messy little patches. every so often he gave a slow, absentminded pull, like he wasn’t even thinking about it—like he was just soothing himself. the tip of his tongue idly flicked your nipple, and your breath wavered.
you were regretting this. deeply. stupidly.
“and stop that,” you tried again, lifting your chest away, but he only tightened his arm around your waist and brought you back down, whining like you were the one being difficult. his cheeks hollowed, his eyes fluttered, and there it was—pure, helpless pleasure.
your gaze drifted left for one disastrous second.
the bulge straining under his sweatpants wasn’t exactly subtle.
you sighed, resigning yourself to fate, but the corner of your mouth was already curving up.
another simple task, doomed from the start, about to end with you bent—probably over the couch—over.
ಇ. it's only suggestive, but i'm just making sure 😭😭 this blurb was inspired by a gojo fanart i've seen on twitter by yunomoai!
