flashy with amai mask during the class s meeting: you think you can boss me around? just over my dead body
flashy when sonic bosses him around like he's a pokemon:
Synopsis; What better way to test out your new lipstick shade than on him?
A/N: wonky brainrot thanks to this post. Thank you @10ve1ess for the idea 💋💋
Flashy flash's right eye scrunched close as you pressed a long kiss against his cheekbone, his head held firmly in place from the diligent clutch you had on his jaw.
His hand subtly shifted on your hip as you held yourself in place, making sure to leave another prominent red stain on his face. You pulled back, your fingers still gripping his chin whilst you inspected your precise art. You faintly moved his face to the side to assess the lipstick stain you imprinted on him, measured with your calculated gaze to pair perfectly with the other similarly striking marks scattered across his face.
An accomplished smile adorned your features as you peered down at him. He stared back at you with a serene expression, admiring you while you marveled at the masterpiece you had created of him.
You picked up the Polaroid camera lying beside him— or rather, the both of you— and pushed your hips off him with both your knees still planted on either side of his pelvis, pinning him against the bed. You pointed the camera down at him as you pressed it against your face, waiting a moment before snapping another shot, the camera's flash momentarily lighting up his face.
He blinked a few times and rubbed his eyes with his fingers, his other hand still resting on your waist, moving along with you as you lowered yourself back down on his lap. You plucked out the film from the device and started shaking it.
You looked at the frame, the picture capturing his radiant stillness slowly developing on it. "Glad you declined that modeling offer."
"Why?" He hummed, raising a brow. "Don't tell me you'd be jealous."
"Fuming with jealousy." You shamelessly admitted, glancing down at him as you continued to shake the picture held between your fingers. "Everyone would be drooling all over you..."
"Is that so?" He let a sly smile curl on his lips, his finger tapping lightly on your side. "Well, aren't you a lucky one to have me?"
"Oh no, I've boosted your ego now, haven't I?" You rolled your eyes.
"Perhaps."
"What a pain." You huffed, your gaze trailing back to the frame. You grinned slightly as the image recording his seamless mien cleared. "I shouldn't have said anything."
"No please, continue. Tell me how flawless I am and how I'm simply an array of unfathomable talent and skill." He spoke in a playful tone. You didn't grant him a reaction as you grabbed the other pictures and held them together in your hands, eyeing them with a satisfied gleam.
"Ok, you can stop talking now." You tossed the images aside and sunk down to mold your lips into his. He needn't but a second to quickly match your rhythm, his fingers trailing up to frame the side of your neck, his other hand tugging at your waist to pull you closer against him as if your bodies weren't already pressed flush against each other. He kissed with impatient passion, and you responded in kind, your hands gliding over his jawline then sliding to cup his cheekbone.
He tilted your head to better align with his but as he was about to deepen the kiss, you pulled away abruptly. Flash's eyes fluttered open, watching you as you leaned away from him with a slight pinch in his brows.
You eyed the smudged red lipstick painting his mouth so pleasantly.
"Wait, hold still." You hurriedly picked up the Polaroid once again, bringing it up to rest over your eye. He sighed and covered the lens of the camera with his palm, then gently tugged it down so you'd look at him.
"I held still enough. Can you continue your photoshoot later?" His tone sounded with impatience, blue eyes narrowing as he tilted his head back against the pillow.
"No- you look perfect right now!" You argued with a pleading look. "One more, please?"
He let out an exasperated breath and let his hand slip away from the camera. "Fine."
