warm hands, softer words — ryujin.
pairings → idol!ryujin, gn!reader 〴 drabble！
warning(s) → other than being the slightest bit suggestive, none.
authors note → aah, hi again! this is another one from me, again, heh. i’ve been wanting to write for ryujin for a while now and for some reason this specific scenario felt so fitting for her, so i really hope you enjoy it! please feel free to request if you have anything you’d like me to write, and share what you think! any feedback would be appreciated (mwah x).
it’s 23:34 on a tuesday evening and you’re laying on the sofa, scrolling through your phone when ryujin walks in with a towel draped over her head. her hair is a damp, tangled mess, and she’s rubbing at it, or at least making an attempt to, because she’s clearly doing a horrible job. you look over at her with a natural grin as you instinctively switch your phone off and place it to the side. “you’re gonna catch a cold like that,” you tell her, reaching for the towel as she scuttled closer.
“oh, please, i’ll survive.” she retorts coolly with an evident smirk, still sitting down in front of you. she eases into her seat as you began gently drying her hair, fingers carefully brushing through soft strands. closing her eyes, ryujin hums a soft tune, and the sound, low and content, makes your stomach flutter ever so slightly. “this feels so nice,” she murmurs while tilting her head back slightly, instinctively leaning into your touch. “you’re like a cat when i do this.” you giggled in response to her mannerisms and tone. “then you should totally keep doing it.” she instructs almost instantly.
you can feel the warmth of her neck beneath the tips of your fingers as she leaned her head back further, opening one eye with a teasing half grin. “i can tell you’re staring,” she starts, her elevated ego evident in her smug tone.
“you are.” in response to her having the final word you simply roll your eyes, and she laughs which breaks the moment – only a little though. her hair was pretty much almost dry now, fluffy with a few strands sticking out in different directions. “all done,” you announce, naturally, you begin smoothing it down, fingertips softly grazing the back on her neck as you placed the towel down beside you. she leaned forward as she thanks you and grabs something off the coffee table, her lip balm. you watch as she twists the lid off and applies a thin layer, which ultimately leads to her catching you watching.
“want some?” she asks liltingly, instinctively tilting her head when you shook yours quickly, “i’m fine,” you respond quickly, straightening your back in hopes it made you look more ‘sure’ – however that’s supposed to work. “are you sure? sharing is caring.” her teasing tone and body leaning closer didn’t help your reddening face as you stared at her intently.
her lips were slightly glossed, eyes glistening, and for a moment you’re sure you forgot how to breathe. the air between you was charged, but softly; it was playful, intimate, with a touch of electric threatening to take over. her gaze flickers between your eyes and your lips, and her teasing grin briefly faltered into something else. “i don’t think i’ll ever get enough of you,” she whispers, and you can hear the affection in her voice. you shift your hand slightly and it brushes hers, just a graze, but it was enough to make both of you still momentarily.
before you knew it, the distance between you has dispersed and both of your eyes closed as she captured your lips with hers. the kiss is slow, unhurried, slightly tentative – it’s mindful. none of you were in a rush; it was mostly a soft moment for both of you, you were sharing lip balm after all. as if naturally, your fingers interlock as you leaned into the kiss slightly, feeling her smile against your lips.
only a moment passed before she pulls away and laughs softly, pressing her lips into a straight smile and glancing at yours playfully, “you’re so cute when you’re nervous.” she comments, and despite the heat in your face already betraying you, you throw the towel at her in mock offence, causing her to grin – she absolutely didn’t care. she let go of your hand and cups your face, giving it a gentle squeeze as she plants a peck on your lips. “thank you for drying my hair,” she murmurs affectionately.
you smile as best as you can, feeling your face distort under her touch, “anytime.”
“good. ‘cause i might ‘forget’ to do it myself next time (again).” she warns proudly, a playful yet knowing grin visible on her face.
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