You've been stressed in the last few rounds of the Jack of Hearts game, so Chishiya decides it's time to help you relax.
Content: Fluffy smut, teasing, slight exhibitionist kink, jacket stays on during sex.
Word count: ~1.4k
a/n: i have a ton of fics to post already (3) but I'm scared of posting them all at the same time in case i run out of inspiration and don't post anything for a while so I'm really spacing them out. also got my first ask a few days ago so I'm working on it anon!!
"Are you sure they won't hear?" You bite your lip, hesitantly wrapping your hands around his neck while your right leg bounces nervously.
"Sure." But his answer doesn't do much to calm your nerves. You know he'd take you anywhere, regardless of who could hear. His arms wrap around your waist and lift you on top of the dusty plastic table. It'd do, at least until you got out of the game.
A small, dark storage closet wasn't the most romantic spot, but he had grabbed your hand after the tenth round was over and guided you to the furthest away room he could find.
It's been a few long hours, and with the remaining contestants all having another person they could trust, the game had proven hard to break. He'd just have to break you, in the meantime.
His hands fly to your shorts, unbuttoning and unzipping and throwing them away in a blink of your eyes. Your hands fly to his pants, but you're considerably slower than usual, your mind still wrapped around the details of the game, the players, the rules, how to—
"Don't think." He stops you with a call of your name. "Let me worry about that. For now, I want your attention on me." He slips off his pants himself with that awfully sexy smirk. Oh.
You give him an uncertain, anxious smile, and you cup his face and lean in to get lost on his lips. He's a great kisser. An amazing kisser. And as his tongue sneaks into your mouth you forget everything about the game.
He doesn't let you dwell on anything for too long. He's already pushing into you, unzipping your skimpy shorts and pushing your panties to the side, while your tongue remains wrapped around his. You're so used to his cock it feels like getting home whenever he pushes inside of you.
The moans you produce are swallowed by him until you weakly push him away, gulping in a breath and throwing your head back. He lets his head get pushed back, though he doesn't pull his strong grip of your hips away, pushing slowly to help you get used to his cock. He isn't the girthiest, but he's long.
"I'll have to make this quick, won't I?" You're too busy getting dicked down by him to actually reply, but you mentally answer, your thoughts trying to pull you away from him. He pulls you back to him when he sheathes inside of you and his tip grazes the spongy spot inside of you.
"Chishiya!" You yell, completely out of your control, and he covers your mouth as you dig your nails in the back of his jacket just lightly, in warning of what's to come.
"We can't have you screaming out for everyone to know what we're up to. Remember the couple just before the game?" He whispers, right in your ear, causing you to shiver. Of course you remember, Chishiya had pointed them out to you, and it made your cheeks flush red even if it wasn't your moans that were ringing through the cells. They definitely are now, though.
The words (that he definitely purred out like a cat) make you bend into his body, hide your face in his shoulder and replace his hand on your mouth with his neck. He hasn't even started thrusting yet and he has you at his mercy.
"Are you hiding from me?" He laughs, so unbelievably irritating, especially when he has you in this position. You open your mouth to retort, but he grabs your hips and pulls out only to thrust back in.
"Chishiya!" It's halfway between a word and a moan, but he doesn't really mind how loud it is, lifting your knees up to the height of his shoulders, only to fasten the rhythm until it causes you to slump on top of him.
"You're not going to talk back to me?" He hums, and swallows a groan that you definitely noticed from resting your head so close to his neck.
"I—" You muffle another moan on the softness of his white jacket. "Stop teasing." You demand, as if it would change his incorregible behavior.
"But I love how flustered you get." He laughs, a small noise on the back of his throat, and you can feel the vibration as you wrap your arms around his neck and bury your face in order to muffle an impending moan.
"Stay quiet." He reminds, but he doesn't stop his thrusts or his soft breaths on your neck, doesn't offer a hand on covering your mouth again since muffling your moans on his shoulder doesn't seem to work.
"C-Can't." You admit, through bitten back moans and soft whines that had the potential to be screams.
"You can." He pushes. He always adores pushing your limits, seeing how many you can take of his fingers, or how many orgasms until you beg him to stop, or in this case, how long until you are forced to scream out from the pleasure.
You kick at him from your very limited position he holds you up in. His hands under your knees, bringing them up to your chest to really be able to break you in half. He doesn't stop his thrusts, though, laughing lowly through your kicks and squirms and muffled whines.
It's not long until you feel that familiar feeling in the bottom of your tummy, a warmth that threatens to make you scream so loud that everyone in the building will know what you're up to (if they didn't, already). Chishiya can feel how you're tightening up around him, unfortunately, and he will never miss the chance to make you flustered.
"Are you close?" He whispers, and if you were able to look at his face you'd witness his signature smirk on his face.
"No." You reply, maybe a beat too fast, but you forget how well he knows you, how well he has studied your body, how well he has memorized the pulses of your pussy and the twitches of your stomach. He doesn't reply, he lets you think he believed your lie, only adjusting your body slightly in reply.
You keep muffling your sounds and digging your nails on his back for the next minute, though it feels like a long, agonizing hour has passed when he finally gets rougher, quicker, even if only by a split second. It's just what you need to get over the edge.
That is, until Chishiya lets go of your left knee, running his hand down your stomach and your heat until his finger grazes your soft, aching clit.
Just the soft touch makes your hips fly from the table to his, moaning with disinterest over who hears. He laughs, low and teasing, and pushes your head into the nape of his neck, but you can't hear anything over the blood rushing to your ears and your heavy pants as you reach your climax and cover his dick in slick white.
He doesn't stop the thrusts into you, and his breaths turn labored and heavy. He's close, you know by the way he seems tempted to bury his face on your neck too, by the way he almost curls into you, by the way that he has stopped laughing and resorted to panting into your ear.
"Are you close?" You bite back, now your turn to pull him close to you by wrapping your legs around his waist. He grunts back, so low you barely hear it.
It's not every day Chishiya seems so fixated on your body, almost like he also has something in his mind he wants to lose inside of you, so you know you'll take full advantage of it. You cup his face with one hand, bringing him close to you as you face his ear.
A breathy, pornographic moan of his name next to his ear is all he needs, and with no warning, he cums deep inside of you, staying still with a final thrust of his hips.
He stays inside of you for a couple of seconds, wrapping his arms around you. Only after both of your breaths have evened out and you stop shivering he cuts through the silence. "You know you have nothing to be scared of, right? Not while I'm here. I'll find the Jack."
"Mhm." He pulls back just enough to look into your eyes, his eyebrows level, but the corner of his lip twitches up just barely, you're sure you caught it.
Beach! Obsessed! Kuina x Clueless! Bimbo! Fem! Reader
You haven't been at the Beach for long but you still managed to capture Kuina's heart until you are all she can think about.
Content: Fluffy plot with smut at the end, top! Kuina x bottom! reader, Kuina is obsessed with you and really horny, reader is a stereotypical airheaded bimbo who loves parties, Chishiya appears a few times, many mentions of Kuina loving your ass, Kuina is female in this fic, drunk sex, tribbing, fingering, the works.
Word count: ~6k / ~0.9k of smut
a/n: I love my girl kuina!! more aib fics coming but don't kill me if my next fics aren't aib at all i am multifandom ♡
Neither Chishiya nor Kuina knew how her obsession had come to be. Chishiya thinks it was sudden, like a snap of your fingers. One day, you arrived at the beach with a few friends, all of you dolled up in bikinis and one pieces that covered up just enough and complemented your figures. When Kuina spotted you with your friends, somehow she couldn't tear her eyes away from you. More specifically, the way your ass peeked out from under your bottoms, but she won't tell you that when she confesses to you.
She will confess eventually, right? Chishiya wasn't so sure. Kuina had gathered up the courage to talk to you a few times, but it wouldn't progress to more than small talk before you were whisked away by one of your friends. She was a little jealous, but she would never tell you that, because you didn't consider her more than an acquaintance or a passerby you occasionally talked to.
Chishiya prayed to the Gods he never believed in that you would pay attention to her so she would stop talking his ear off. If she wasn't following you around in the hotel, pretending she was just walking by while trying to catch a glimpse of your ass, she was talking to Chishiya about how pretty you were, or what a good couple you two would make.
Chishiya had all but practically begged her to finally make a move, to invite you for a drink or for a walk or at the very least for a dance in one of the beach's parties at night, but she was mortified. Terrified, even, that you didn't like her or didn't even like girls, or that you had a boyfriend back in the real world or—
"Just talk to her." Chishiya sighs, stopping Kuina's rant. Of course it was about you, everything with her these days was about you.
"And say what?" She looks up at him, eyes wide, with a slightly terrified look on her face.
"Ask her if she has a boyfriend." Chishiya states, matter of factly, and Kuina frowns at how easy it would be for him. She cares too much about you, even if she had seen you for the first time only a week ago.
"I can't just say that! What if she realizes I have a crush on her?" She would have yelled if they weren't in the lobby of the hotel, where people walk by all the time. You wouldn't, not yet, you had gone to a game a few minutes ago. Kuina watched you (and your gorgeous legs and your breathtaking ass) as you walked out of the door with your friends.
"Isn't that the point?" He asks with a small frown. He doesn't usually express emotions with his face but her logic is so flawed it really impacts him.
"Well, yeah, but I don't want to scare her away!" She emphasizes with her hands. Chishiya keeps his hands in his pockets, taking a deep breath to center himself before replying.
"Why would you scare her away? You have talked to her before, right?" He lifts an eyebrow just barely, and Kuina knows him well enough to know an expression from Chishiya doesn't come lightly. He's exasperated, dumbfounded at her logic.
"I have, yes!" She crosses her arms. Does she really come across as such a virgin to him? She's not completely helpless! He keeps silent, though, looking intently at her. He knows her guilty look and her guarded posture—she's not lying, but she's not telling the truth completely, either.
"Fine! I—We only talked a few times!" She throws her hands up, exasperated and annoyed at Chishiya's behavior. Sometimes, it felt like he knew her more than she knew herself.
"It was mostly small talk." She confesses, looking down, ashamed as it finally hits. She's completely and utterly in love with a girl who she only talked to five times, for a total of a whooping eleven minutes spent talking to you and around sixteen and a half hours of creeping after you. She counted.
"Kuina." Chishiya calls her, making Kuina look back up at him. Chishiya's calm and neutral face contrasts Kuina's worried and slightly pouty expression
"Just talk to her." Chishiya repeats, in a softer voice. She's way too whipped for you.
"Fine." She rolls her eyes, but she really appreciates Chishiya. She doesn't know what she'd do without his level-headed counsel. Never talk to you again, probably.
She finds you wandering the halls to your room, alone. You were very rarely not surrounded by your friends, talking and giggling, to the point of Kuina being too shy to interrupt to get a word in with you. She would never admit that she's too shy, though.
You spot her first, and your cool face (that looks like it was carved by the Gods, Kuina told Chishiya once) morphs into an excited expression. "Hey, Kuina!"
Kuina is surprised at this. You had never greeted her first, but, to be fair to her, she didn't think you ever paid attention to your surroundings, ever. She's seen you trip into everything from a couch to a bag to even the floor itself. She even saw you walk headfirst into a pillar, once, but of course she found it incredibly adorable.
"Hi." She leans against the wall and tries to be smooth, suave, like Chishiya, but she knows she's failed when you giggle as you walk up to her.
"I haven't seen you in a while." It's been two days and fourteen hours since the last time you saw her, she counted. "What are you up to?"
"Ah... Not much." She falters under your sweet, intense gaze. "I was about to get ready for the party tonight." Apparently, that was the right thing to say, because your smile gets even brighter and you gasp softly.
"Oh, are you coming tonight? I didn't see you at the party yesterday." Ah, so you were looking for her. Your comment gets a small blush out of her, but she wouldn't give this up for the world. She pretends to fix her hair and moves his head to the side to hide her blush.
"I am. So, you're also going to the party too? Do you want to get ready together?" She smiles, thanking whoever is watching from above for the golden opportunity that fell into her lap.
"Sure!" You accept, and Kuina thinks you're so close to jumping up and down from your excitement. She would be so flattered if you didn't act that way with literally everybody.
You grab her hand, a gesture that you didn't think twice about but she's sure she'll keep dreaming about for at least three whole weeks, and guide her to your room. Is this a dream?
You open the door, and it's nothing like the rest of the rooms in the hotel. It has... a pink armchair? that she's sure she saw in a furniture store a few blocks away, and the walls are full of posters of various musical groups and TV series. You managed to completely transform the room into your space in the week and a half you've been here.
You let go of her hand (she'll never wash her hand again) and make your way to the closet. You fling open the door, and she can see the amount of clothes that somehow neatly fit in the small closet. They're all sorted in categories, and there's even a small basket of accessories sitting next to the closet.
Her gaze, however, is drawn to what seems to be the "swimsuit" section. She had already figured out her favorite swimsuits from you—she likes the purple crop top with flowers and a gorgeous stringy bottom that accentuated her favorite parts from you, and especially loves the white one piece with a short skirt that leaves nothing to the imagination—but she'd burn them all if it means she'd get to see you in the animal print bikini that sits neatly on top of the pile. She thinks it's even a thong instead of the cheeky bottoms you usually wear. Holy shit.
"I don't know what I'm going to wear yet, do you?" You don't seem to notice her infatuation with the bikini as you keep sorting through what has to be dozens of swimsuits. This is her chance, but she has to play it cool. She can do that, right?
"Um, just what I'm wearing now." She shrugs, but freezes as you turn to look back at her. She can't help but look at the damn animal print bikini again.
"Really? You don't want to dress up a little?" Your shoulders sag just barely, disappointed. She never wants to see you disappointed again, so she nods. Who knows? Maybe you'll help her tie up the back... or vice versa.
"Sure, why not?" She smiles, and is so grateful you smile back at her. You turn back to the pile of swimsuits and throw a few in her general direction. She's disappointed to find the animal print bikini in the pile meant for her, but maybe she can turn it around.
"This would look so good on you." She summons the cheeriest voice she can manage and lifts up the bikini to your face, but you turn back and give her a small grimace.
"I don't know. I mean, I like it, but I'm not sure if it's my style, you know?" You make the cutest indecisive face she's ever seen, complete with a small pout, and takes a few seconds to commit your face to memory before responding.
"Have you tried it on yet, at least?" You shake your head. Bingo. She holds the bikini out towards you and you take it from her, walking to the bathroom to put it on. Would it be too much to ask to see you change in front of her? Probably.
You've been in the bathroom for about five minutes before Kuina hears an irritated loud sigh and a yell. "Kuina!"
She approaches the door. "Yeah?"
"Can you help me tie the back, please?" Her prayers have been answered. She doesn't waste a second and opens the door, being met with your soft, naked back, and your perky ass complimented by the literal string that you're wearing. She can even see your boobs in the mirror, barely covered by the triangles of your top. She's seen heaven, she can die a happy woman.
She takes a few seconds to admire you from the back, mouth open and everything, before stepping closer and placing her hands on your waist. She runs her hands up until they find the strings of your top. She makes sure to graze the sides of your chest, too.
"Thanks." You mutter when she ties the top of your bikini, turning around to face her in the small, cramped bathroom. "How do I look?"
Like the love of my life, she REALLY wants to say, but that would be creepy, and not at all smooth like she wants to come off with you, so she settles for running her eyes over your body for a few seconds before answering. "It looks good on you. Definitely your style."
You smile brightly, turning around and posing in front of the mirror, a treat for Kuina who's thankful you don't notice her staring straight at your ass. She's not going to turn down a free show from her future girlfriend... eventually.
"Oh, you're right." You smile brightly. "I look cute!"
She smiles back, nodding while staring unashamedly at your ass. It takes her a few seconds to find her voice, but when she talks, it's low and a little bit lustful. "You look gorgeous."
"You were right." You look back at her, and her eyes quickly flit to her face before you catch her staring somewhere else, but you don't notice.
"I think you'd look good in anything." The words escape before she can think twice about them, and her eyes widen in preparation. She was expecting a frown in your gorgeous face, a look of disgust, or a mocking laugh, but instead of being creeped out, you smile even brighter than before, even leaning into her just barely.
"You're so sweet, Kuina." Your voice is suddenly melodic, and she believes that this is similar to a siren song, a voice sailors would throw themselves into the sea after. Of course your voice could also turn her into a puddle, as if your body and face and expressions and smile and laugh weren't enough. "It's your turn to change now."
Before she can dissect your tone and words any longer, you push her back into the room in the direction of the pile of clothes currently sitting in your bed. You begin rifling through it, biting your lip in concentration in the most adorable way that makes her wish her phone worked so she could take a picture and keep it forever. You know, nothing too weird.
You hold up a deep blue bandeau bikini up to Kuina's body, imagining her in it, and it makes her sit up straight and blush under your careful and calculating gaze. You always take parties and dressing up very seriously, after all.
"This would look so cute on you, try it on!" You hand it to her, practically beaming. She has no choice but to walk to the bathroom, fulfill your whim and hope you never stop smiling like this for her. Cheesy.
She closes the door behind her, finally catching a breath. Looking at herself in the mirror, she notices a faint blush that travels from her chin to her cheeks and nose. Since when? Did you notice it, too? You have to be aware of her crush, right? You have to be messing with her... right?
The bandeau top feels heavy in her hands. Unfortunately, it doesn't have strings to tie up or brooch to clip, so she doesn't have an excuse to bring you into the bathroom and feel your soft hands all over her back, but she'll fantasize about it anyway.
When she tries your swimsuit on, somehow it fits her perfectly, too. Can't help but fantasize about being your girlfriend and sharing clothes, wearing matching swimsuits so everyone knows you're hers, holding your hand during every party and dancing together to all the romantic songs. Focus, Kuina!
She washes her face, trying to wipe her blush off (unsuccessfully) before she exits the room. Her nervous gaze meets your excited, glittering eyes, and you gasp excitedly.
"You look gorgeous." You state confidently. It seems so similar to what Kuina would say if she wasn't such a nervous wreck around you. Do you talk like this to everyone else, or are these words reserved just for her?
She can't help but smile and blush, tugging the top down just slightly, trying to see if it would catch your eye just like you always catch hers. "Thanks." She mumbles, soft and shy, so unlike the strong, confident girl she is with everyone else.
You turn around, making her smile drop for a few seconds as she loses sight of your face but finds your ass instead, and grab your makeup bag. Wait. Are you going to do her makeup?
She can't help but think of how great pornos are born this way. A girl straddling her friend's lap and doing her makeup is a recipe for sex. She knows her life isn't a movie, but if it was she hopes it's a homemade porn movie that was recorded on an old VHS.
You walk up to the room's desk excitedly, as if you knew what was currently going on in her mind and endorsed the dirty thoughts currently plaguing her brain. "Can I do your makeup next?"
You can do everything you want to me, she'd say and sit down on the chair, placing her hands on your body as you straddle her lap. The makeup bag on your hands would be forgotten as you'd lean in and claim her mouth with yours, and—
"Sure." Her brain finally connects with her mouth, and it feels like her legs walk on their own and plop down on the chair. You give her another bright smile, but half her mind is still imagining all the possible scenarios where you'd end up tangled on the bed.
You climb on her lap with no warning. Holy shit. Kuina can't believe it. She can't believe how you're straddling her lap, even less as you grab her jaw so carefully. She holds her breath, and refuses to move even an inch in case it scares you away. She can feel your soft, collected breath on her own lips. You are so, so close to her. If only she could just lean in...
"I think you'd look great with some eyeliner." You pull away with a smile. Her expression is the complete opposite. Her eyes widen, and her lips curl down just barely like a pout. Once she can actually breathe, though, she catches a whiff of the soft perfume you must've sprayed on while she was changing in the bathroom. You're going to be the death of her.
You grab the eyeliner pen from your makeup bag, and tighten your grip on her jaw. She feels you tilt her head upwards. She'd let you grab her jaw any time, honestly.
"Close your eyes." You order, placing a soft finger next to her right eye. She obeys, obviously, because what else are you supposed to do when a pretty girl sits on your lap? and you carefully draw a soft line from her eye upwards. You complete the eyeliner on her other eye and tie off her look with lip gloss.
"Perfect." You smile, pulling away and letting her see the glamorous makeup that now adorns her face. She can't help but giggle in front of the mirror. Growing up, she never had a chance to do stereotypical feminine things, like getting ready with girlfriends for a party, so it was a welcome change of pace.
By the time you are finished with her and deem her appropriate to leave for the party, she has a whole face of makeup, sunglasses (even if it is 11p.m.), and a white sheer sarong wrapped around her waist.
The real head turner of the party, though, will be you. The platform sandals and the beach jewelry you're wearing are only the cherry on top, because she can't tear her eyes away from how your body looks on that stringy bikini.
She's almost too jealous to let anyone else see you in that ensemble, but it's too late: You're already pushing open the double doors and revealing the raging party around the pool and the bar. The music is deafening, and everyone is dancing except for one man.
You make your way to your group of friends before Kuina lays a hand on your arm, stopping you in your tracks. "Give me a second, I'll be right back."
You nod. "Come find me when you're done?"
Her heart warms. There are so many people in this party but you want to dance next to her. She smiles when you wave her away, even if she told you it'd be only a second.
She walks sheepishly towards Chishiya, knowing he saw them enter the party together. He's leaning against the wall of the building, once again his calm, collected demeanor a contrast to her nervous manner.
"So," She starts, nervously leaning onto one foot and then the other. "we got ready together."
"Uh huh." He hums, letting her continue. He had learned that, sometimes, it was better to let her talk and get everything out.
"But nothing happened. Not yet, at least. She straddled my lap! But it was just to do my makeup. Should I just have kissed her then? I feel like I lost my chance."
"I don't think that would have gone over well." He risks. What are the chances you're actually into her?
"So what should I do now?" She grimaces, her voice pure nervousness.
"Make the first move, make it clear you're into her." Kuina's mouth drops, and her eyes widen with disbelief.
"No! Not a chance. What if she's not into me?" Chishiya shrugs, further frustrating her.
"What if she is? What if you're just wasting time?" That makes Kuina pause. You wouldn't jump at the chance to spend so much time with her if you weren't interested, right?
Seizing the silence, Chishiya continues. "Just try not to be a creep. I've caught you following her around more than once." Kuina blushes, swatting her arm.
"Shh! Do you want everyone to know?" Her voice turns into a hushed whisper, looking around frantically for the source of her affection until she finds you. You're in the far back, near the speakers, dancing to your heart's content with your friends.
She realizes she's looked at you for far too long when Chishiya clears her throat in front of her. "Are you going to talk to her, or just stare?"
"What's your problem?" She sputters, turning to look back at him with a frown. All he gives her in return is a smirk, nodding in your direction.
"I'm going!" She sighs, making her way to you with uncertain steps. She weaves between groups of dancing people, playing with the sheer fabric on her waist nervously when she finally reaches your cheerful (and sexy) form, placing a timid hand on your back.
"Hey." She tries to act suave, but she's not sure her voice even reaches your ears from the loud music blasting from the speakers only a few feet away.
"Hey!" You don't stop jumping in time with the music, wrapping your arm around her waist and bringing her into your small circle of friends. The other girls greet her similarly, with smiles and waves, but none of them stop swaying their bodies to the beat.
Only a couple of songs play in similar fashion, dancing and yelling out the words, before you turn your head to the side, noticing Kuina seems stiff and nervous. "Hey! Do you need a drink?"
She looks at you, surprised you would even pay attention to her when so many people were looking your way tonight, men and women alike. "Sure!"
You wrap an arm around hers, treating her like one of your girlfriends, when you just met her a week ago. She's not complaining, she loves being dragged around by the arm by you, loves watching you in your natural habitat where you seem to be friends with just about everyone in the party.
The bar counter seems to be empty when you reach it, it's still pretty early in the night, but there's empty cans and empty bottles strewn around the ground next to the portable freezers. You slip behind the counter with a silly grin. "Pick your poison."
She laughs, sitting on one of the barstools and adopting a pensive look. "Hmm... What would you recommend?"
"Glad you asked!" You grab two glasses and a couple of bottles, sticking your tongue out in concentration as you prepare your drinks. After a couple of seconds of concentration, you pour in the two glasses a red drink, topping it off with straws and a thin slice of lime.
When she tastes her drink, it's surprisingly sweet, and tastes like strawberry. She looks up at you to find you studying her like she had been doing a few seconds prior. "What?"
"Nothing! What do you think of the drink?" You grab your glass, sipping it casually.
"It's sweet. I like it."
"Like you." She almost chokes on her drink, scanning your face for any signs of a joke or a prank, but you're only giving her a small, pure smile.
This is her chance. She leans in, her voice a hushed tone contrasting the loudness of your previous conversation. "Can we... talk?"
You lean in to catch her whispers, and your smile drops to a confused and worried expression. "Sure, what is it? Did something happen?"
"No, I... I just want to tell you something." She thinks it's pretty obvious, but you don't seem to realize the weight behind her words. You nod gently, grabbing her arm and leading her to a secluded corner where the music sounds faint and it doesn't smell of booze.
She plays with her fingers absentmindedly as she thinks of something to say, the next logical step, but your gaze is soft and understanding as you wait for her to talk. Taking a deep breath, she starts.
"I... Please just listen, don't say anything until I'm done, okay?" You nod, placing a hand on her shoulder and it burns her body, consuming her from the inside.
"I like you. A lot." She confesses, and her heart pounds on her chest so heavily she believes it's trying to escape and run into your arms, instead. It takes you a few seconds to process her words, and it makes her fear for the worst, but when you do, a smile blooms in your face so naturally all of her fears fade away.
"You like me? That's so cute!" You basically jump into her arms, wrapping them around her neck. *Cute?* She reels back, still wrapping her arms around your back, though. "Cute?"
You pull back, and for a moment she worries she said the wrong thing until you gather her face in your hands so delicately and press your lips to hers. It's so quick it doesn't give her any time to process or celebrate, and it leaves her lips tingling and her face burning. You pull away with a giggle so infuriating it makes her want to kiss you again.
"You're so cute." You smile teasingly, your own cheeks flushing a soft pink, but she can't bring herself to get angry at you when you look at her with such a romantic glint in your eyes.
She can't force a word out of her throat, so she just stares at your gorgeous features and your endless eyes that swallow her in so easily, and you stay trapped in each other for more than a few seconds.
It's you who breaks the silence, pulling her in by her cheeks until the tips of your noses touch. "Does this mean you're all mine?" causing her to laugh breathlessly.
"I've been yours since you came to the Beach."
By the time the morning arrives, you have already drunk two daiquiris, downed five shots of vodka, and sipped through one beer bottle. Kuina has no idea how you're still standing. You're holding onto her as you dance, and she's catching you every time you slip, only for you to continue dancing and jumping as if nothing happened.
She doesn't want to be a party pooper, but the sun is already shining through and a big number of people are leaving the party. You and your friends keep dancing, but she has to cut it short when you grab her hand and make a beeline to the bar now littered with used glasses and empty bottles.
"Baby," she tugs on your hand, what a privilege to be able to call you pet names to her heart's desire, "maybe you've had enough drinks, okay? You're going to have a hell of a headache in the morning."
"Come on!" You insist, tugging on her hand as she plants her feet and refuses to move. "Just one more before the party's over!"
"Alright, but I'll make you the drink." She gives in, letting you lead her triumphantly to the bar. She slips behind the bar, turning her back on you as she grabs a bottle of water and tops up a glass.
You're delighted when she presents your last drink of the night: a tall glass with a small umbrella and a thin slice of lemon hanging on the side. "What is it?"
"Vodka. But you're drinking it slowly, okay? No more chugging." She stops you before you can down the drink, with a stern look that truly expresses her confidence, so unlike the nervous girl she was with you before the kiss.
You nod, but the words are in one ear and out the other as you grab the glass and begin to chug. You freeze as you swirl the liquid around your mouth and notice how dull it is, nothing like the burn and sting you're used to. You pass it down your throat, but it doesn't leave a bitter reminder like vodka does.
"Are you sure this is vodka? It doesn't taste like it."
"It's vodka." She lies, a small smile playing on the edges of her lips. "I think you're too drunk to tell the difference."
"Am I too drunk?" You pause, taking another gulp of the mystery liquid and passing it around your mouth, but it doesn't feel or taste like vodka.
"You are." She answers carefully, making her way from behind the bar to you. "Maybe we should be getting to our rooms? The sun is rising already."
You hold onto her arm as soon as she steps within reach, looking up at the sky to find that the sun is peeking out from behind the tall building of the hotel. She holds you up with a strong arm around your waist, helping you up from the stool.
"Come on, it's morning already." She mutters, helping you walk towards the heavy double doors of the hotel, but you're mesmerized by the sight of the sunrise blooming over the building.
Inside the reception, everything is silent. There's no usual buzz of people walking by, or talking and laughing, everyone's taking a much needed nap after the party. You should probably do the same, Kuina reminds you as she basically drags you through the corridors, but you can't hear much, encapsulated by the sound of her voice to really pay attention to what she's saying.
She walks you to the door to your room, taking the keys from your purse and opening the door. You take a few drunken steps before you notice she isn't following, looking back at her with puppy eyes practically begging her to come in with you.
She sucks in a breath, but she doesn't think she'll ever be immune to your charms, so she steps in and closes the door behind her. You draw her into you like a magnet, and gathers you in her arms as soon as she steps within reach.
"Come on, you're too drunk." She moves her face to the side to avoid your kiss, walking you to the bed with her arms around your waist.
"Why don't you want to kiss me?" You whine, falling back on the bed and taking her with you. Her eyes widen, and she plants both hands on the bed to prevent falling on top of you. She freezes, looking at the universe through your eyes, before you tug her in and meet your lips with hers.
Surrendering to the addictive feel of your kisses, Kuina leans into you, pressing you against the bed. She'll make out with you for a while, she thinks, it's only fair that she give in a little after just how much heartache you caused her. When you're satiated, she'll let you sleep.
Naive of her to think she could pull away from your incessant kisses, especially when you mumble something between kisses in such a breathy tone of voice, and even worse when you start biting her bottom lip and sucking in her tongue.
You do push her away after a few minutes of the intense make out, but it's only to sit up on the bed and untie your bikini. Kuina doesn't have time to think about how perfect your tits are after imagining them so much before you pull her in.
It's exactly the push she needs to bury her face in your chest, sucking and biting your nipple like a starved woman, while her other hand cups your neglected tit and pinches your peak.
The alcohol erases everything from your mind other than Kuina, how her touch makes you feel, what you want her to do to you, and you whine out as you arch your back in the direction of her touch.
While she busies herself on your chest, you whine and moan and tug on her top, oblivious of the people in the neighboring rooms. "Kuina, I need you!"
She half expects someone to pound on the shared wall and yell at them to quiet down, but she's not going to let this opportunity go to waste. She pulls away only to slip off her top, hurrying back to your reach as if it hurts to be away for long. She can feel how drenched her bikini bottoms are getting, her biggest fantasy coming to life, but she knows you wouldn't mind when you got them back.
"I'm here." She breathes out, manhandling your body so you lay down on the bed with her strong muscles, wrapping your legs around her waist. All the while, she lifts up your face and nips at your neck, licking and biting up your sweet taste.
Untying your bikini bottoms and hers, she throws them away, and you can't do anything but take it when she presses her dripping pussy against yours. Her clit catches on yours and it makes her let out a specially needy moan.
"You have no idea how—ah!—long I've wanted to have you like this." She moans, burying her face in your neck. You rest your head back against the bed, eyes closed and eyebrows knitted together, silent except for the occasional whine.
"I can't b-believe how *good* you—ngh!—feel against me..." She stutters and mumbles, her brain turned to mush from how you followed her hips with yours.
For a few minutes of pure pleasure, the room turns into a mix of noise; The squelch of her pussy grinding against yours, the sinful noises that were spilling out of Kuina's lips, your constant but low whines following the rhythm of Kuina hips, and the mild banging of the bed against the wall.
Wrapping your arms tightly around Kuina's shoulders, you refuse to let her go or pull away, and lean in to let out a borderline pornographic moan in her ear starring her name.
She's embarrassed, humiliated, when that moan makes her cum so suddenly, staining your lower body in white and a section of your sheets. Her legs feel like jelly from the rhythmic grinding, and she moans out your name in a similar fashion, but she doesn't stop moving her hips to help you reach your release.
"B-Baby..." She grunts out, her voice broken and choppy. One shaky hand reaches down to find your clit, while the other grabs and tilts up your jaw, ensuring access to your neck.
"Kuina..." You babble as her thumb rubs shaky but sure circles on your clit, working you up to completion, while her mouth sucks and bites on your skin only to soothe the sting with passes of her tongue.
"That's it, baby... Cum for me." You dig your manicured nails on her back, and she never knew pain could feel so good. You shake, arch your back, anything to grind into her fingers but run away from them at the same time.
"Kuina!" You scream out as you cum all over her fingers, and she redoubles her efforts to help you ride your high. Only a few seconds later, though, you thrash weakly and curl into yourself as she lets you go.
"How are you feeling?" She wraps her arms around your back, and you can feel her heavy breaths on the back of your neck. You let out a soft hum in reply, and she twists her body to drop a sweet kiss on your cheek.
She runs a few soft fingers on your navel, as a form of comfort, and it makes you shiver and cuddle back closer to her warm form. Grabbing one of the blankets that were tossed around, she covers the both of you, whispering soft words in your ear. "Sweet dreams, baby."
Your doctor will barely let you take his temperature, but you refuse to let him take care of himself.
Content: Fluff, sick Chishiya, reader takes care of Chishiya and he gets better.
Word count: ~1.2k
a/n: my first fic in tumblr! i have a few more to upload already but I'm too lazy to make introduction posts and all that lmao
Chishiya sits begrudgingly in your king sized bed, covered by thick yarn blankets and cocooned by at least four pillows that you insisted on wrapping around him. His soft features are adorned by a gentle frown that you could even call bratty, as he refused to lay down and stay still for even a few minutes to allow you to feed him his warm soup.
"Is this really necessary?" He sighs, moving his face to the side with more force than necessary, causing the spoon to wobble dangerously in your hand. "It's just a fever."
"Come on, baby, I made the soup for you to get better!" You insist, putting the spoon to his lips. He hesitates, pulling his covers tighter against him before his eyes focus on the spoon.
You think you hear a huff before he opens his mouth and allows you to feed him the soup you lovingly prepared a few minutes prior. You didn't expect him to pitch such a fit when you fed it to him, but you love him too much to dwell on the fact that Chishiya is a textbook brat when he gets sick.
"Thank you!" You lean in, leaving a sweet kiss on his cheek, something you know will soften his behavior for at least a few minutes until it wears off...
Unfortunately, you also forgot your darling is a very strict doctor. With delayed movements due to the fever weighing him down, he gently pushes your shoulder away from him. You managed to plant the kiss on him, though, so it's a win for you.
"Don't do that. I don't want you getting sick." He complains, almost whines, twisting his face out of your line of sight and to the side. You slump your shoulders, sighing. Does he have to be so dramatic? Don't tell him that you think that, though.
"It was just your cheek, Chishiya, I'll be fine." You roll your eyes. You were never weak, and you rarely got sick, Chishiya is just being overly cautious.
"I don't want you getting sick." He repeats, looking up at you, sitting on the side of the bed. It's just now that you notice the dark circles under his eyes, and the stuffy nose that causes him to sniffle every couple of minutes.
"I'm not getting sick, Chishiya." You lean in, cupping his face with both of your hands. His face burns up under your touch, and you pull away quickly to grab a wet towel on the nightstand table and place it on his forehead. "You're burning up! Why don't you tell me?"
His eyes flutter closed under the relief of the wet towel, and he shifts around in bed to soothe both the overwhelming heat and the freezing cold. Your gaze softens, the previously accusing tone morphing into something calmer and more careful. "Do you want more soup?"
"No, thank you." His words are well pronounced and sharp when they leave his mouth, a contrast to his shuffled body which is now laid on the bed like a ragdoll. He keeps turning around on the bed, shoving off his covers and simultaneously looking for the warmth.
You put away the soup bowl, looking anxiously for the thermometer in the mess on the nightstand. He pauses, as if he just noticed the way you have been biting your index nail for the past ten minutes and the way your leg shakes with a rhythm.
"I'll be fine." He interrupts your line of thinking as you snatch the thermometer off the nightstand table.
"I know. I'm still worried." You reply softly, as if saying the words louder could somehow confirm your fears. You press the thermometer to his skin, and after a couple of seconds of agonizing silence the small screen flashes. 38.7° degrees, not enough for him to go to the hospital but more than enough for you to worry.
You look down at him, squirming in the bed, and your heart breaks. He looks up at you, and you notice he keeps trying to keep still and his expression neutral, but the small grimaces of discomfort give him away.
You move to soak the towel in the cold bowl of water for a few more seconds, tucking the two characteristic strands of hair behind his ears. "Will you let me take care of you, now?"
The corners of his mouth twitch up at your words despite his discomfort, and he leans into your soft hands, letting out a soft hum that almost sounds like purring. That manages to get a smile out of you, glad that your boyfriend seems to be well enough to indulge you.
"What I need right now is a nap with you." He breaks the comfortable silence that settled over the room. He gently scoots to the side, leaning back down into the softest pillow in your shared room. His invitation guarantees a grin from you, and he can't help but smirk back.
"Always." You reply, burrowing under the blankets and emerging by his side. He reaches out an arm, letting you lean your head on his shoulder and drape an arm over his chest. Somehow, the close proximity to you seems to soothe him, and he no longer has the urge to squirm around in bed to find the perfect temperature.
The forgotten soup on your nightstand is cold by the time he wakes up with ruffled hair and puffy eyes, and when he comes to, he sits up mortified to find out he had been cuddling up in your chest for the past three hours. The position you had fallen asleep in and the one you woke up in was the same, but with inverted roles.
"Hey, baby. How are you feeling now?" You smile at him and caress his hand draped over your stomach. He blinks once, had he really been resting his head on your chest? But you don't look teasing or playful, like you are seconds away from making fun of him (in a loving, girlfriend way) like you always did.
He thanks you internally for giving him a pass for being sick and not mentioning how he had been snoring like a baby for three whole hours, or the small patch of drool on the side of his mouth, and you just wipe it off with a swipe of your thumb.
He doesn't respond, instead, he moves to rest his head on your chest again. You press your hand on his forehead, but he's not burning up like he was just a few hours ago, so you nudge his cheek with your finger. Would it be too out of line to hope his fever lasts a few more hours? You've never spent so much time with him, due to his long hours at the hospital, let alone cuddling with him.
You giggle, but don't make a comment, wrapping an arm around him and unpausing the TV series you were watching while he snored and drooled. You don't mind having drool on your shirts as long as he's the one holding you tight against him at night.
