Making Out with Samatoki Aohitsugi
Summary: Samatoki has been awfully quiet lately. Perhaps a kiss will cheer him up!
Pairing: Samatoki Aohitsugi X G/N!Reader
Genre: Fluffy Drabble
Word Count: 874
Warning: Making out
Masterlist
A/N: This was a request.
"You've been thinking a lot lately, haven't you?"
"Huh?" Samatoki glares at you from the corner of his eye as you join him on the balcony of your shared apartment. A lit cigarette hangs loosely from his lips.
You shrug and mirror his position, resting your forearms on the balcony railing. "I'm just saying. Almost every night I find you out here, smoking and you staring out at the ocean. You're not even really smoking your cigarette most of the time. So I just assumed you were thinking about something."
He just lets out a grunt at your observation and turns back to the view before the two of you. You take a moment to dwell in the silence. You could ask him what he's thinking about, but Samatoki isn't one to be very forthcoming with details. Besides, you were pretty sure he would shut down any line of questioning you had for him. So you kept quiet and waited for him to say something.
A few minutes later, he groans and stomps out his cigarette. "Are you just going to stand there?"
"Why? Do you want me to talk to you?"
"You're always talking so I thought you'd be trying to talk my ear off again." He grunts.
"Well I didn't want to bother you."
He scowls at your words before turning to face you, leaning on his elbow against the balcony railing. "You look like you're thinking now. What's on your mind?"
You shrug and face him. "I'm just wondering what's on your mind."
Samatoki doesn't respond right away. He just stares at you for a moment and shakes his head. "It's nothing. Don't worry your pretty little head over me."
"Aww, you think I'm pretty." You tease him, playfully punching his shoulder.
"Shut up."
"I thought you wanted me to talk your ear off?"
"Are you always this obnoxious?"
"Only when I'm bored." You sigh and lean further on the railing next to you. "I want to do something with you. Maybe get you out of your head for once."
He scoffs, but glances at you with a curious look in his eye. "What did you have in mind?"
"I don't know." You shrug. "We could go out to eat, or go see a movie, or we just order take out and talk. Hell, we could make out for all I care!"
He raises an eyebrow at your words. "What was that?"
"We could make out for all I care." You double down, already anticipating where this was going.
With a sly grin, Samatoki takes a step forward, wraps an arm around your waist, and pulls you close to his chest. He smirks at you before leaning in close, "I think that sounds like a great idea."
You nod. "Well let's do this inside. It's freaking cold out here!"
"Whatever you say, pretty." He teases, before gently pulling you inside.
As soon as the two of you are inside your shared apartment, you sit down on the couch. You curl your finger towards him, beckoning to get closer and join you on the couch. As soon as he's next to you, Samatoki gives you one more devilish grin before smashing his lips to yours.
Of course he's fast and impatient with his kisses. He wants nothing more than to be completely wrapped up with you. And you let him take the upper hand in the beginning. You found that letting him get all of this impatient energy eventually led to him slowing down and kissing you like he means and not just for the sake of kissing you. He was rough and forceful, but it was nothing you couldn't handle. You've been with him long enough to understand how he works.
The bruising grip on your face begins to weaken and kisses start to slow. He leans back into the couch, ready for you to do all the work now. And you are more than happy to oblige. Slowly, you slip into his lap, straddling his thighs. He rests his arms on the back of the couch as you cup his face in your own hands. You can feel him grinning like an idiot as your tongue explores his mouth. You almost want to roll your eyes, but keep your exasperation to yourself. He can be annoying, but that doesn't mean you don't still love him.
Eventually, the little air you've managed to get during your impromptu make out session begins to get to you and you have to pull away. You're both panting and his lips are swollen from the kissing. Still, you can tell from the satisfied gleam in his eyes that he's happy.
"You're too good to me, you know that?" He mutters, his voice raspy and low. "Love it when you kiss me like that, pretty."
"Mmm, me too." You hum in response, resting your wrists on his shoulders. "What do you say we do this again?"
"How about in the bedroom this time?"
Before you can even agree to him, he picks you up in one swift movement. You can't help but let out a gasp that turns into a fit of giggles. "Only kissing, got it? You keep your hands to yourself, mister!"
"No promises!"