iza ❤︎ this one is LONG hello can u tell i enjoyed making this. idk i love nct wish. like yes. u r nct. u r wish. and can this not flop pls all the wish lovers show up NOW
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Summary - Your boyfriend is so desperate not to come that he can't enjoy sex... You find a quick fix.
Genre - smut, established AU, fluffy
Word count - <1k
Everything was perfect.
Soft jazz was playing, your string lights were on, and you were riding your sexy boyfriend.
Sion's skin was flushed deep red, his eyes screwed shut. His shirt was abandoned on the floor. You traced the caramel planes of his chest, thumbing his dark nipples and watching his cross necklace glint.
The grasp of his strong fingers made your hips ache - but you didn't mind. You loved how utterly pussy drunk your boyfriend got. The squeeze of him inside you was all worth it.
Only today, something was wrong.
Sion's eyebrows were twitching. He was mumbling something under his breath, long and fast.
It didn't sound sexy. It sounded… stressful.
"Baby?" you said. "You okay?"
He didn't reply.
"Sion!" you gasped. "Are you reciting the digits of pi right now?"
Sion's eyes flew open. "No. Maybe. Why?"
"We're meant to be connecting as a couple. I'm playing our special song!"
"I love the song," he mumbled.
"You can't hear the song," you said. "You're too busy reciting bloody mathematics."*
Sion ran his hands through his hair, hiding his face. "You know why I do it," he said quietly. "It's the only way I can last."
"Sion," you said, brushing the hair out of his face and kissing his eyelids. "Have you ever considered that I don't care how long you last?"
Sion peeked at you through thick lashes.
"I would take one minute of real sex with you over twenty minutes of this."
Sion kissed between your breasts desperately, then flopped back on the pillow. "One minute? When I look at those, I can't last half of that."
"Thirty seconds then. I don't care."
"Well… maybe." Sion said. "I can try."
"No maths, no dead puppies and no thinking about your grandma. Just focus on me."
You pulled yourself off him. "Get on top of me."
"But I'll come too soon-" Sion started, then bit his lip. "Right. Not worrying about that."
Sion abandoned the condom and rolled on a new one.
He shifted over you on the bed. He blew his fringe out of his face and settled between your thighs. You stroked the strong swell of his bicep. "Perfect."
Sion screwed up his nose, shy under your gaze. "Enjoy this moment, because it's not lasting long!"
Sion put one hand between your bodies and guided himself inside you. The stretch of his fat cock inside you was perfect.
As he began to move, Sion's eyes were already wandering the room, his lips moving in the old recitations.
"Hey," you said, slapping his cheek. "Eyes on me."
The moment Sion saw you, he moaned and his dick twitched inside you.
"Uh oh," he said. You felt his abs tighten. His breaths stuttered. "Shit."
"Don't worry," you whispered. "You're allowed to come, remember?"
Sion took a deep breath, and his body relaxed.
As he rolled into you now, it was a whole new feeling. Electricity crackled between you. Each soft kiss, each swirl of his cool tongue in your ear, felt so good it burned. Every now and then, he stopped to suck your nipples with wide, glassy eyes.
His breaths started quiet, then grew into long, drawn out moans.
"Wow," he said. "This is so hot. I'm never reciting pi again."
You stared coyly into his wide, dark eyes. "You fuck me so good, Sion."
"Don't say that! It makes it harder not to…" he said, biting his lip and thrusting into you faster. Sion was already falling apart, his thrusts uneven, his hip bones clashing against yours. His lashes fluttered, his eyelids drooping from the pleasure.
His fingers bruised your clit, drawing tight circles as he always did when he was close.
"I mean it, Sion," you whispered, teasing him a little. "This pussy belongs to you. I want you to fill me up."
"I said don't say stuff like that!" Sion said, his brow creasing, his hands screwing up the bedsheets. "I'm going to come, aren't I?"
"Don't fight it," you said, suddenly excited. "Relax into it."
Watching Sion come was the best part of your day. He was intense, almost melodramatic when it came to sex - his orgasms were like fireworks.
"Fuckkkk…" Sion sighed, as he surrendered to the pleasure. He snapped his hips against yours, once, twice, his eyes fixed on your breasts. For one delicious second, he gritted his teeth, his face contorting wildly like an anime character.
Then, he collapsed, his cheek squeezing your neck. Your boyfriend was utterly spent.
For a long while, you fingered the stiff long hair at the base of his neck, while he fought to get his breath back.
"How was that?" you said.
"Too fucking good," he mumbled, still inside you. "How long was that?"
"I wasn't counting-"
"Tell me the truth.
"Fine," you said. "About… two minutes?"
Sion groaned and pushed off you. He tutted disapprovingly at the condom he'd filled as he threw it in the bin.
He fell back on the bed, resting his head on his swelling biceps. He kicked the twisted sheets like a toddler throwing a tantrum. "Stupid piece of shit! I hate my dick!"
"Relax!" you said, tickling his arm. "That was the best sex I've had in a while. That's how we're doing it from now on, okay?"
"From now on, we're going to have sex for two minutes?" he said, looking darkly at you.
"Oh no," you said. "Now, you're going to lick my pussy for half an hour." You smirked. "Is that long enough for you?"
Sion grinned, the colour instantly returning to his face.
He grabbed your thighs and spread them eagerly, licking his lips in anticipation.
"That sounds just about right…"
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⌗ ꒰ 𝓯ujinaga 𝓼akuya x f.reader ꒱ ❤︎ 0.3k, fluff, est. relationship, idol!sakuya, mua!reader, just saku being annoying 😭
⌗ being your boyfriend’s makeup artists had it’s perks, but definitely had it’s downsides too ࿔*:･ﾟ
메시지: short BUT!! quality over quantity riiiight 😄i loooved saku’s otl looks i had to do something
“saku.” your voice whisper-yelled, slowly getting more irritated with your boyfriend. “quit. moving.” you’d been trying attempting to finish up his makeup, but with him squirming around and fake coughing or sneezing, it was impossible. “you go on stage soon, i have to wrap this up now!” you threw your head back in annoyance, letting out a sharp exhale.
“okay, okay.” he giggled, a toothy smile plastered across his face. “i promise i’ll stop.”
taking his word, you resumed working, blending out the blush you powdered on his cheeks. for the next few minutes, you worked without any interruption, finally able to do your job at peace.
until.
just as you swiped lip tint on, he suddenly pouted his lips out at you. a stupid(ly cute) kissy-faced sakuya looking back at you, a mischievous glint in his eyes knowing that he’d just riled you up again.
“babe!” you groaned out in anger, eyebrows knitting together. “seriously, you wouldn’t be doing this if it wasn’t me.” you sulked, firmly holding his face in place now.
“mmm,” he hummed, waiting for you to be done. “don’t you feel special though? like, you’re the only one who gets this treatment.” he shut his eyes as you sprayed fixing spray over his face, slightly frowning as you did. “do you not?”
“it’s annoying, saku.” a thick sigh escaped your lips as you adjusted the strands of hair that fell out of place. “you’re annoying.” you gently punched his chest, rolling your eyes at him.
“whatever, cutie.” he pinched your cheeks, a smile growing back on his face. “you better get used to it.”
y/n doesn’t like the entire hockey team(exceptional of two players), but she especially doesn’t like their star player tokuno yushi. it’s difficult for her to do her role as one of the university’s journalist AND photographer when he doesn’t say anything above ten words. it’s not like she hates him—that’s too petty for her to do. hate is a strong word… maybe agitated. things will about to feel like she’s been dunked into the ice cold water ten times for her when she’s specifically assigned to him now, when it used to be riku.
pairing: ice hockey player!yushi x journalist major fem!reader
contains&warnings: reader only likes riku and sion (her brother) in the entire hockey team, profanities, adult jokes(suggestive), crack jokes, readers fg is too chronically online, kms/kys jokes, tsundere yushi and more to come!
fts !!: ot6 wish, anton&wonbin of riize, rei of ive
status: ONGOING (11.20.2025 - ), post schedule is 4x a week (lie)
𓏵 things your (whipped) boyfriend unapologetically does *ੈ✩‧₊˚
ナナ’s ⦂ tysm anon for requesting ♡ sion’s been bias wrecking me so bad i love him sm
❤︎ bf!sion who clings to you no matter what. he doesn’t care if he’s in front of the other members, or if he’s just with you in your room, he’ll be wrapping his arms around you, holding you tightly against his chest.
❤︎ bf!sion who looks at you with sparkling eyes and a huge smile plastered on his face.
“sion, you’re staring again.” you sighed, glaring at your boyfriend who sat on the other side of the dining table.
“sorry, baby. you just look so pretty.” he said he was sorry, but his actions suggested otherwise. he continued to watch you, not a single drop of remorse behind his eyes.
“babe, i’m literally just eating food.” you chuckled, not understanding how sion could find you so intriguing.
“and you look beautiful doing it.”
❤︎ bf!sion who loves showing you off to anyone and everyone. the members have never had peace around sion, who just keeps on talking about you, and they’ll never hear the end of it. he’ll talk about how good you looked, or how cute you were acting during your date with him, or how your hair was styled, or how… he truly never runs out of things to talk about when it comes to you.
❤︎ bf!sion bf!sion whose favourite thing to do with you is cuddle. it’s simple yet so intimate, and that’s what he enjoys the most. feeling your warmth spread onto his body, or your weight leaning onto his chest, is the best comfort he could get after practice, and it’s all he wants after a long day of work.
more under the cut ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･
❤︎ bf!sion who gets insanely giddy whenever you wear his clothes. it doesn’t matter if it’s his hoodie, a shirt he accidentally left at your place, or even something as small as a ring or necklace you found on his nightstand, he’ll pepper over a dozen kisses all over your face, messing up the makeup you meticulously put on just minutes ago.
“how does it look?” you asked, smoothing out your sion’s shirt that you found in the deep end of his closet.
the moment he registered that you were wearing his shirt, he immediately stood up, a smile that showed all his teeth spread across his face. “you. look. so. cute.” he said in between kisses (which you tried to fight off, but to your dismay, your boyfriend is much stronger than you.)
“sion, my makeup!” you threw weak punches at his chest, making him laugh at your frail defence.
“not my fault. you know i love it when you wear my stuff, princess.”
❤︎ bf!sion who gets ridiculously jealous whenever he spots you with another guy, even though he knows he’s the only one you have eyes for. he just can’t bear the sight of his girl with someone else!!
❤︎ bf!sion who doesn’t care about what you wear because firstly, he loves seeing you wear what you like and feel confident in, and secondly, he can fight!! if sion notices just the slightest stare from another guy, his hand immediately slips up to your waist, kissing you while he gets stupidly touchy to show the whoooole world that you’re taken (and the lucky man is him ><)
❤︎ bf!sion who has you set as his wallpaper on everything. his phone? a picture of you that he took when you two went to the beach. his laptop? a collage of all the photobooth pictures you took on his computer. his gaming pc? a shot of you holding a clover you found in the park (he says it’s “his lucky charm to win every match”)
❤︎ bf!sion who thinks about marriage all the time.
you lay in bed with sion, back pressed against his chest as his arms enveloped your whole being.
“do you ever think about getting married?” he asks, his breath fanning over your neck.
you chuckled; your boyfriend had asked this question all the time, as if your answer would someday change. “of course i do, babe.”
“yeah?” he hummed, his voice with a tinge of hope. “i reeeally wanna get married in the future, princess.” his arms tightened around you, lips brushing a soft kiss to your neck. “i’ll make you my wife one day.”
content: fluff, comfort, est.relationship, idol sion, kissing (lmk if i missed anythinggg)
notes: hii! so i was having a writer's block tbh and was literally forcing myself to finish the juju fic but i gotta do the requests too!! also thank you @kwnnies for helping anddd... hope you enjoy!!!
also check out my baby's vernon fic y'all (fic recs)
"Why's he late today?" you murmured, glancing at the clock.
It was your one year anniversary today and he had promised you a dinner in a fancy restaurant. He had gone on and on about how he wanted everything to be perfect. And knowing him, knowing how punctual and careful he was with time… you couldn’t help but get kind of worried.
You’re just about to glance at the clock again, when your phone buzzes in your hand. Your brows knit slightly as you unlock it, your heart doing that small hopeful jump.
Sion
Just finished the practices baby ill be quick okay
Love you mwah
Your lips soften into a small smile. “Finally…” you whisper under your breath, and before you can even type a reply, another notification pops up.
Yushi
He kind of got yelled at because of us…
Sorry btw that was why he’s late
Also congratulations for your anniversary
So he pushed through all of that and still texted you like everything was okay? This man…
You
It’s okay, don’t worry about it. And haha thank you
Then you switch back to Sion’s chat,
You
Come back safe okay?
Love you more
You set your phone aside, letting out a breath before standing up. You quickly changed out of your outfit, carefully hanging it back up and changing into shorts and a comfortable hoodie. Once you're done, you head to the kitchen, tying your hair up as you glance around.
You open the fridge, scanning what you have. You start moving around the kitchen- pulling out the ingredients, lighting the stove, the soft clatter of utensils filling the place.
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By the time you're done, you set everything neatly on the table, glancing toward the door. You were just walking toward the living room to grab your phone and your steps faltered hearing a soft click.
Sion steps in quickly, rushing, the door barely closing behind him as he drops his bag to the side. His expression fell instantly seeing you in your soft clothes.
"I'm so sorry, baby-" he rushed out, his hands reaching yours, gentle like he's scared you might pull away. "Let me get ready real quick, okay? We can still go- I'll be fast, I promise-"
"Sion-"
"I know I'm late, I know I messed up-" his words tumble over each other, eyes searching yours for signs of disappointment. "Just… just give me a few minutes, yeah?"
You tighten your hold on his hands before he can pull away.
"Hey stop… I'm not mad." you said softly. He paused.
"You're not?" he asks, quieter now.
You shake your head, stepping closer until there's barely any space between you.
"Nooo, I was worried. That's all love."
His shoulders drop just a little- but the guilt is still there, lingering in his eyes.
"But our anniversary-" "-still happening…just not the way we planned." you gave his hands a small squeeze, a soft smile forming on your lips.
The tension in his body melts, his grip on your hands loosening for him to pull you into a hug. He leans into you fully, arms wrapping around your waist, face burying into your shoulder.
"Thank you baby."
You pulled back slightly, "I made food."
"For me?"
You laughed softly. "Who else?"
He nodded, slower, but before you take a step, he stopped you pulling your hand back gently. He leaned in, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your forehead.
"Happy anniversary…" he whispered.
"Happy anniversary, my love."
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You both ended up sitting close together at the table, knees brushing under it without either of you pulling away. Sion eats slowly, every now and then his eyes flicking up to you.
"…we had to redo the same part like ten times." he said at one point, letting out a quiet breath, leaning back slightly in his chair. His fingers tap lazily against the table, exhaustion still clinging to him. You reached forward without thinking, your fingers brushing against his wrist- reassuring.
"You did your best, baby." You said gently.
He looked at your hand for a second, and then you. Then something in his expression softened, "I guess…"
When the plates are empty, he already gathering the dishes before you could.
"I'll help." he said, quietly.
You were quick to follow, stepping into his space just enough to take the plates from his hands. "Nuh uh, sit."
He paused mod-motion, "What?"
"You're tired" you said, turning toward the sink. "Sit."
"But-"
"Oh Sion." You glanced back over your shoulder, your expression softening instantly. "Please… Just today?"
There's a moment where he hesitated, but then he exhaled. "…okay."
Instead of leaving, he hopped up onto the kitchen counter. The movement is light, boyish despite how drained he was, and he settled there comfortably, legs dangling slightly.
For a few seconds, neither of you said anything. but you could feel his steady gaze. You tried to ignore it, focusing on the plates, but it doesn't go away.
"…What?" you mumbled, glancing over your shoulder.
He was still staring. Chin resting on his palm, elbow propped against his knee.
"Nothing." he said softly.
You huffed quietly, turning back to the sink, though there's a small warmth creeping up your neck.
"You're weird." you mumbled.
He let out a quiet laugh. "Maybe…"
Another moment passes. Then his voice comes again.
"Thank you…" He said. You turned your head slightly, just enough to see him again.
"You don't have to thank me, baby." You said gently. You turned off the tap.
"Come here." You said gently. He tilted his head softly but sild off the counter without question, walking towards you with slow steps. When he's close enough, you reached for his hands, pulled him closer. And before he could ask anything, you leaned in and your lips met his gently. An act of affection that said everything words couldn't.
For a second, he freezes-caught off guard- but then he melts off into it, his hands tightening around yours. When you pull back, his eyes are still half-lidded, love dazed.
"What was that for?" he murmured, stepping a little bit closer.
A small smile tugged at your lips, "Just because I felt like it."
He lets out a soft laugh, shaking his head faintly.
"Whyy…" You tilted your head, whining,"Don't you like it?"
"I love it…so much…" he said, leaning in again.
His lips met you gently, but needy. His hand slides from yours to your waist, resting there. You melt into it instinctively, one hand coming upto rest against his chest. When he pulls back, he rests his forehead against yours.
"I love you…" he murmured softly. Your heart stuttered not expecting him to say those three words out of nowhere. Your expression softened, something warm settling in your chest as your thumb brushes lightly against his wrist.
"I love you too." You whispered back. Then his arms slide around you, pulling you into a full tight hug. His face buried into the crook of your neck, breath warm against your skin. Andyou felt the tired weight of him immediately.
"It was that bad?" you murmured softly.
He hummed faintly, barely even a sound. His grip tightened just slightly, and then he went still. His body started to relax more and more into yours, his weight leaning fully against you now.
"Sion?" you whispered. You pulled back just a little, enough to look at his face and you almost laughed. His eyes are closed, half asleep, right there in your arms.
“Hey.” you mumble softly, brushing your thumb lightly along his cheek. “Don’t fall asleep here.”
He barely reacts, just nuzzling closer into your shoulder, mumbling something incoherent. You shake your head, smiling to yourself.
“Come on.” You gently pull back, keeping one hand in his as you guide him.
“Bathroom.”
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The bathroom fills with steam quickly. Warm air wraps around both of you as the water runs, the soft sound grounding the quiet. Sion sits on the edge of the tub, shoulders slumped, hands resting loosely on his thighs as he watches you through half-lidded eyes. You test the water with your fingers, adjusting it carefully until it’s just right.
“You don’t have to do all this,” he mumbles, voice low and drowsy.
You glance back at him, a small smile forming.
“I want to. Now stop talking and come here.”
He huffs softly, pushing himself up, though there’s a tiny smile tugging at his lips.
“Bossy.”
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Sion leans into your touch without thinking, head tilting slightly to follow your hands. You could feel the way the tension slowly melts out of him. Your fingers slow just a little, nails lightly grazing his scalp as you rinse through his hair carefully. You smile to yourself, using one hand to shield his forehead as you rinse, making sure the water doesn’t run into his face. He hums quietly, barely audible.
“Feels… really good…” he mumbles again, voice softer now, almost slurred with sleep.
You take your time, rinsing everything out, your touch gentle. When you’re done, your fingers linger for a second longer, brushing through his damp hair.
“Sion?”
You tilt your head slightly, watching him.
“Don’t fall asleep in there,” you say softly, though there’s a quiet fondness in your voice.
A faint shake of his head.
“I’m not.” he murmurs weakly.
You raise a brow, amused. “Liar.”
You reach for a towel, unfolding it as you stand.
“Okay, come on,” you say gently, holding a hand out to him. “Let’s get you out before you actually do fall asleep.”
You help him up carefully, steadying him as he steps out, immediately wrapping the towel around his shoulders before he can even react. He exhales softly, leaning into you.
“You’re taking such good care of me,” he murmurs.
You smile, adjusting the towel around him, patting his hair dry gently.
“Someone has to.”
He lets out a quiet laugh, though it’s soft, tired.
“Stay with me tonight, Please?”
“Of course, baby,” you whisper, your voice soft and certain.
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By the time you’re both in your pajamas, the apartment feels warmer somehow. Sion’s in one of his oversized hoodies, the sleeves falling over his hands, making him look even softer than usual. His freshly washed hair is still a little damp, fluffy and falling naturally over his forehead. You grab a blanket and flop back onto the bed, patting the space beside you.
“Come here.”
He doesn’t hesitate. The second he settles next to you, he’s already leaning into your side, like it’s instinct. His head finds its place on your chest so naturally and you pull the blanket over both of you, tucking it around him gently.
“What are we watching?” he asks, his voice quieter now, sleep already creeping back in.
You hum, reaching for the remote.
“What do you want to want, love?”
“Haikyuu.” he mumbles, shifting closer, his hand lightly gripping the fabric of your hoodie near your waist. Your thumb pauses on the remote, you glance down at him. His eyes are already half-closed again. A small smile spreads across your face. Your fingers find his hair again, gently running through the soft strands, soothingly. His body sinks further into you, completely relaxed now, one arm loosely wrapping around your waist under the blanket.
“Comfortable?” you ask softly.
“Mhm…” His eyes flutter.
“You’re gonna fall asleep,” you tease softly, your fingers still lazily combing through his damp hair.
“No I’m not,” he murmurs, voice barely there. “Well… maybe.”
You let out a quiet laugh, the sound warm and fond, your hand never stopping its gentle rhythm. The show plays on in the background, voices blending into soft noise as the room grows dimmer.
“Sion?” you whisper after a moment, just to check.
You glance down at him, a small smile tugging at your lips as you adjust the blanket over his shoulders, tucking it in a little more securely around him.
“Happy anniversary, baby,” you murmur, leaning down to press a soft kiss to his forehead.
Your own eyes begin to grow heavy, blinking slower, your head resting gently against his. He shifts instinctively curling closer into you and his hand finds yours under the blanket, fingers loosely intertwining, holding on in the softest way. You don’t even realize when your eyes fully close.
And by the time the screen quietly asks-
“Are you still watching?”
You’re both already asleep, tangled together like two little kittens.
this is so bad im sorry...also can you guys tell that i was forcing myself to write this... but then i enjoyed writing this and also thank you so much for requesting... hope you enjoyeddd
⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚ POPCORN KISSES 🧸ྀི — making out with riku <3 ( wc 960 )
[ extras ] suggestive (making out.)
ੈ✩‧₊˚ note ! i have no comment. i just miss him. SUE me. @slytherinshua plz dont kill me :3
@kstrucknet ♡
riku sighed softly and his sharp, cat-like eyes tracked your moves. you were humming, coming back from kitchen. you put a bowl with popcorn on the coffee table and glanced at your boyfriend, who menacingly laid with his legs on the sofa.
he grinned, tucking one hand behind his head.
“you think you’re sooo funny? covering the whole sofa?” you asked, tilting your head. before you left riku was sitting normally but it seemed he decided to trick you a bit.
before he could answer, you dramatically huffed and played the movie. then, not looking away from his ebony irises, you straddled his lap.
knees on both of his sides and hands resting against his chest. riku’s features dropped, taken aback by your bold move.
“you think you’re sooo funny…” riku mocked you; yet, his voice was barely a whisper. his heart was racing like a formula one car on the track.
you grinned and slowly slid your hands up his torso, the material of his t-shirt soft beneath your fingers.
sure, you kissed and made out before but… this felt different. this time you had the upper hand. riku was trapped beneath you, depending on your mercy.
which, you didn’t have.
riki’s eyes followed your hands, stopping only when he wasn’t able to see them longer. he decided to focus on your necklace that was dangling above his face.
your fingertips danced from his neck up to his cheek, then gently tucking a stray strand of his hair behind his ear. you leaned closer, some of your hair brushing his face.
he reached for your other hand, interlocking fingers with yours before you sent his poor heart into a cardiac arrest. (he also tried to ignore how clammy his hands got).
“do you wanna kiss, ri?” you hummed. and maybe if he wasn’t so whipped, he’d notice the sugary teasing in your voice.
“yes, please” he breathed out and finally broke to look you in the eye.
with a sweet smile you finally close the gap between you two but… not quite how he wanted it. you placed a kiss in the corner of his lips. you heard a faint huff and leaned away slightly, just to land another kiss just below his plush lips.
riku squeezed your hand, an annoyed furrow forming on his brows. you pecked his cupid bow, and then the other corner of his lips. next was his cheek. you trailed gentle kisses along his cheek bone, finally reaching his red ear.
“you’re so cute when you’re shy, ri” you whispered and leaned away to adore his state. flushed face, cheeks adorned with blush.
but before you could fully lean away, riku’s hand that was previously resting under his head, suddenly found itself on the back of your neck.
your eyes widened.
despite riku being a blushing mess, chest rising up and down irregularly, there was a stern determination in his eye.
“is that kissing to you?” he cocked an eyebrow, trying to keep a cool demeanor. but he was out of breath already, frustrated by your soft lips being all over his face – except for where he needed them the most.
“why don’t you show me?” the corner of your lips rose in a challenging offer that your boyfriend would be a fool to turn down.
he leaned closer, pushing you gently towards him – but he met you halfway, rising to rest on his free elbow. your hand that was previously locked with his, escaped and found its new place on his shoulder.
riku hungrily attacked your lips, open mouthed kisses ripping air out of you. you felt like he was pulling you in; closer, and closer. when he was leaning away, you were pulling back in – and the other way around. chasing after each other’s lips, focused on how perfectly they felt against each other. you couldn’t get enough (and him as well, assumed by the neediness in his movements)
your head was spinning - the shy riku was gone. his hand slid to cup your cheek, a little rougher than he intended. small pants escaped your parted lips that riku had no plans of leaving alone.
pulling you even closer, your noses gently bumped into each other. your fingers strayed off to play with the hair on the nape of his neck.
riku leaned away and just smiled triumphantly when you chased after him, kissing his plump lips.
“got the memo, huh?” he hummed softly, vibrations shooting through your body.
not even realizing when, his other hand found its way to your hip, squeezing it gently. your attention was successfully taken away by riku’s tongue dancing with yours, brutally taking the lead. it was hurried, fast-paced with emotion; with urgency. riku truly felt like he could die any moment if his lips weren’t on yours.
and if you didn’t yank his hair gently when you started running out of air, riku would’ve passed out too.
you leaned back, resting on his lap. your boyfriend, however, trailed open mouthed kisses down your jawline to your neck. then, he buried his head against your shoulder blade, hands wrapping around your waist and bringing you even closer (you weren’t sure how it was possible but you didn’t mind the proximity).
you were breathing heavily, fingers coming up to play with his dark locks. you were quite taken aback by this sudden turn yet… yet, you couldn’t say you didn’t enjoy it.
“i think we have to restart the movie” you let out a breathless laugh and riku moved his head to look at the tv. his hair was all over the place, the back of his neck and tips of his ears flaring angry (but adorable) red.
