flashing them mid argument ⋆｡°✩
— michael kaiser, vivian hugo, bunny iglesias, itoshi rin, shidou ryusei, bachira meguru.
includes. implied afab!reader. NO explicit smut. suggestive content, crackfic.
a/n. inspired by this reddit story that was everywhere online. real shi tho do NOT do this irl. it is considered manipulation and harassment. prayers to op 😭🙏
what started as a stupid, petty argument escalated into verbal insults. he had you cornered, and despite all reason, your first instinct was to reach for the hem of your shirt.
he turns his head to the side, head in the palm of his hand as he pinches his nose bridge in utter frustration. the tips of his ears are tinted red, and you swear his cheeks are too.
“what—are you insane? cover yourself up.”
all the anger in his voice simmers into a fond annoyance. he’s been in many arguments in his life, but no one has ever flashed their way out of it. under any other circumstance, he’d flirt back and find a way to fluster you, but it was just so sudden. so unpredictable that he couldn’t even be mad.
“scheiße, y/n. are you that horny?” he finally peeks back at you after you’d finished smoothing down your top. there’s a cheeky grin on your face and he can’t help the exasperated sigh that escapes. kaiser regains his bearings, lip quirking into a small smirk. “come here.”
mission failed… successfully?
for once, logic fails him.
he can not, despite all the time you’ve been together, predict anything you do, and this was just another one of those instances. you never fail to leave him speechless—the one anomaly that none of his equations can account for.
his eyes widen just a fraction before returning to his usual expression. hugo quickly, adorably, turns around, giving you time to look decent again. you can’t see his face, but you can see the way his broad shoulders heave like he’s internally shutting down.
“vivian?” you call after smoothing down your top.
he hums, not daring to turn around. it makes you want to tease the poor guy even more. “you can look now.”
argument? what argument? don’t ask this man the color of ANYTHING. he’s already forgiven and forgotten.
he was so smug for most of the argument that it brings you a bit of joy to see his smile falter, even for a second.
“really, cariño? you couldn’t just admit defeat?”
bunny crosses his arms, head tilted to the side as his eyes rake over you. he looks fully rejuvenated, the light returning to his eyes like he’d just seen a glimpse of heaven. you don’t know what reaction you were expecting, but it definitely wasn’t that.
his gaze is so intense that you start to feel self-conscious despite initiating it yourself. you pull your shirt back down before he can stare any longer.
“you’re too cute. i guess you win this round,” he muses, placing a large hand on top of your head. somehow, it feels less like a victory and more like he pities you…
he almost chokes on his own saliva.
he’s so stunned, appalled, shocked, every emotion under the sun at the same time. you’ve never seen so many emotions at once on this man’s face
“idiot, what are you doing?” he deadpans, quickly unzipping his jacket and throwing it at you like you’re a walking fire hazard.
“did you seriously think that’d work on me?” he looks offended, but the pink dusting his cheeks says otherwise. rin looks away, mumbling something about half-baked apologies and playing dirty. he refuses to look at you until your shirt is back on, his eyes darting everywhere else but your exposed skin.
he doesn’t bring it up again for the rest of the week.
whatever the hell he was about to say quickly dies on his tongue when he sees you.
anger gone. mouth unbearably dry. the tension in his face gives way to a wide, wicked grin. you had no doubt it’d work on him, but the momentary surprise on his face was priceless.
“well, that’s one way to shut me up.” he’s already moving towards you, and you wonder if this was worth keeping the peace.
he crowds into you, lifting your chin up as his tongue darts out over his lips. “damn, are you trying to give me a heart attack?” his eyes travel down your body lecherously.
“didn’t know ya had it in you, babe.”
well, it was worth a try.
the slow drop of his eyes is almost cinematic.
you can see the gears slowly turning in his head before bachira sinks to his knees and grovels.
“i’m so sorry, you were right! you’re always right!” he’s practically folded on the floor, hands clasped together and eyes shut tight like a man on the edge of salvation. even his demons are telling him to apologize. you just sigh in amusement, smoothing your shirt back down over your chest.
this guy doesn’t have a single hateful bone in his body. how could he, when you had such dirty tricks up your sleeve? he scoops you up into his arms after his dramatic display, burying his face into your shoulder.
“you’re so not fair... how am i supposed to compete against that?”
