(*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ*.ﾟ

"i haven't even done anything to my face yet," you chuckled, leaning closer to the mirror to check for creases under your eyes.

"my girlfriend is just naturally stunning, i guess." she winked at you in the mirror, and you answered with a roll of your eyes.

you grabbed the mascara, carefully swiping it across your lashes to give your eyes a bigger, fuller shape.

leaning in again, the warmth of her chest pressing into your back vanished for a split second before she returned. her chin rested on your shoulder, a slight pout on her lips. her hands settled on your hips, fingers pulling at the waistband of your panties where they peeked through your sweatpants.

you stopped, capping the mascara and turning around to face her.

grabbing nicho's pouty face, you asked, "what's wrong? why's my baby sad today?"

her heart swelled, beating like she'd just run a marathon, as she tried to find her voice for you. clearing her throat, she looked at you from under her lashes. "i just miss you."

a warm smile spread across your face. you caught her lips in a small kiss, and she melted into your embrace. you gave her another, feeling her lean her full weight on you the deeper you kissed. her arms rested against the sink behind you, one hand occasionally caressing your side before bracing to support part of her weight.

when you pulled away, she stayed leaning on you, face to your chest, looking up at you dreamily. that soft, dopey smile you adored was there, so you left another peck on her now cherry-red lips.

"let me finish getting ready—" she stole another kiss mid-sentence. "mmh— and we can finish this later, baby, okay?"

nicho sighed, eyebrows furrowed, silently refusing the proposal. she hugged you tighter, refusing to let go.

just as she was about to start whining, you leaned closer to her ear. "didn't you say you had a new toy coming in soon?"

she perked up instantly—like calling out 'walk?' to a puppy, who'd respond with a bark and an eager tail wag. nicho looked at you as if she held all the stars in her eyes.

"yes!" she exclaimed, holding you firmer. her eyes flicked between yours, and you could see them darken as she remembered what she'd come in here for.

but you stopped her, hand against her chest before she could try anything. you pointed to the mirror, then to your face. "not until i'm done getting ready," you repeated.

"not like it's gonna stay on afterwards, anyway." nicho rolled her eyes, head tilting to the side. her smirk was evident as you felt her hands slide higher under your shirt, fingers barely brushing the underside of your boobs.

your breath hitched. trying to stay in control, you firmly pushed her hands down and leaned away from her teasing lips. pointing to the bathroom door, nicho grumbled all the way to the bedroom, swearing up and down that she wouldn't be done with you unless she had every bit of makeup swiped off your face.

by the time you were done, you'd finished the small details left on your face, painting your lips a rosy red. walking into the bedroom to choose an outfit, you found nicho half-laying on the bed, scrolling through her phone.

"took you long enough." you could hear the grumble in her voice, and you answered with a small giggle.

"beauty takes time, nicho. you can't rush it." both you and nicho knew you weren't doing this for the sake of beauty. you were doing this to tease her, to see just how thin you could stretch her patience. you were supposed to be going on a grocery store trip, but you'd mentally canceled it the minute you kissed nicholas.

you rummaged through the pile of clothes, grabbed something random, and headed back to the bathroom. nicho jumped up from her spot and pulled you toward her.

"you do not need to be changing right now." she looked at you with wild eyes, gaze darting between you and the clothes in your hands. she looked like she was about to set them on fire with her stare.

"i need to—" she cuts you off, grabbing the pieces of clothing in your hands and chucking them somewhere across the room.

"you need to nothing." she pulls you toward her, close enough that you straddle her hips as she leans back on the bed. "don't you think you've teased me enough?"

you pretend to think. "hmm, well, i'd planned for more." your sweet smile contradicted your intentions so perfectly that it had her chuckling.

hungry hands roam all over your thighs before gripping at your ass. she was on the brink of breaking.

your hands find her shoulders, supporting yourself as you sit on her hips. you flip your hair to the side, face now inches away from hers as you feel her shaky breath across your lips.

slow, deliberate fingers travel down her chest to her abdomen and underneath her shirt, moving back up towards the soft skin that was covered by nothing but warmth.

your fingers knead the softness, light gasp against your mouth when your thumb catches over her nipples. lips catch hers in hunger, slow and eating at her as you search deeper inside her.

your moans vibrate throughout the bedroom before pulling back and watch her chase after your lips, begging for more. her eyes are wide as they watch you move down to her jaw. slowly working your way to her neck, feeling her hammering pulse against you tongue as you nibble on the tender skin enough to bruise.

your hands move towards her hips, tracing the lines of her curves as you find the top of her jeans. without any struggle, you undo the buttons, shoving your hand inside, only to be met with supple skin.

you pull back, chest heaving as you look at the glorious sight in front of you.

"not wearing anything underneath?" your eyebrow raised mockingly, fingers still toying with her wetness. nicholas cursed under her breath when she felt a digit go inside her slowly pumping.

"you wanna fuck me that bad, huh?" nicho could only look away in response, ears flaming red, earning a giggle from you.

you lean closer to her, lips brushing against hers. "so wet and i've barely touched you."

nicholas's hands pat around the bed, reaching under the pillow. she pulls away for a moment, and when she's back, she's holding a dildo with two ends. one was longer than the other, obviously intended to be inserted, while the other was small but big enough to act as an anchor.

her smile is bright as she sits upright. she flips you underneath her, catching your lips in a greedy kiss as she shimmies off her pants and yanking yours off. she's completely bare in front of you. you stayed in your lace panties, her fingers fiddling with the soft cloth.

straddling your hips this time, she brings the dildo to your lips.

"aaah," she opens her own mouth with you, and you begin sucking on the fake cock. the messy sound of your saliva wetting the rubber filled the room accompanied by your shared heavy breathing.

the moment had you clenching around nothing. thighs rubbing together as you core ached to be filled.

nicholas bites her lips as she watches you lose yourself into thoroughly coating the dildo with your drool. she pulls it out of your mouth, kissing the corner of your mouth before leaving a trail of wet, open-mouthed kisses down your body. your fingers find her hair, running them through the soft locks as you lift her bangs; her eyebrows furrowed in concentration as she sucks a spot on your hips.

fingers toying with the waistband of your panties, she pulls them off slowly as if opening up a precious gift that was bestowed to her. her movements aren't rushed, agonizingly patient as she takes in the wet sight in front of her.

"so fucking perfect for me," nicholas falls down to her knees, kissing all around your heat before her tongue licks strips up your pussy. throwing your head back, your fingers pulled just enough on her hair to force her closer to your center.

"so impatient," she says mockingly, feeling a sense of deja-vu. that stupid, smug smirk that spread across her face almost made you flip (?)

usually, you'd respond with some smart comment, but you needed her too much for this get to you. a groan escaped you as you cover your face with your hands in frustration.

"look at you, already falling apart, and i haven't even begun." nicho's giggles sounded deep, still mocking you.

when she was sure you were wet and lubricated enough, she smeared the tip of the dildo all over your wetness, slowly inserting it inside you. the thick rubber stretching you open slowly, fingers digging into her shoulder as you leaned on your elbows. you watched the cock slowly disappearing inside you, arching your back as you adjust. you watch nicho's face concentrate on the slow movements going in and out of you.

a hand to your clit, rubbing slow circles as she gave kitten licks, keeping a steady push and pull of the cock. nicholas watches your expressions, eyes meeting hers as you nod. you mouth dropping open when she shoved it deep inside you in one stroke.

"want me to fuck you?" she stood back up, straddling your hips this time as she held the dildo in place inside you. you nod eagerly in response, nails raking across her back as you try to pull her closer to you.

"use your fucking words." she grabs your face firm enough to hold eye contact, thumb stroking your cheek as she waits for you to find your voice.

"yes, please, please. i need you to fuck me," breathless whimper escapes you, and it satisfies her. grabbing your lips in a deep kiss as she continues fucking you with a pace even faster and merciless than before.

a knee beside your hip while the other was between your legs, she gives you a few more pumps before shoving the other small head inside herself. her moan was loud, guttural as she braces herself around your head, her hips rocking into you.

every thrust, every touch affected her just as much as it did you. her thrusts are merciless, filled with hunger as she pounded into you. your moans came out loud, eyes wide as you kept glancing at the point where you both met.

"i'm gonna cum— nicho, please, nicho—" you were already on the brink just by her teasing touches. you grip the arm that was around you, squeezing your eyes shut as you try to not to cum.

"i'm not holding you back, baby." you look at her with wild eyes, briefly confused before you're snapped out of your thoughts when a particular roll of her hips sends you over the edge.

your moan is obscene as she grinds into you, fucking the orgasm out of you until you came down from your high. broken moans tumble out of you as her thrusts turned harsher, more desperate to reach her own climax.

her mouth finds your nipples, sucking and nibbling on the sensitive bud, eliciting a soft moan out of you as she continued fucking into you. your fingers trail down, finding her clit and rubbing in slow circles.

her head fell back, a breathy sigh escaping her as she grinds into your hand now. the angle made her hips tilt upwards into you, a whine escaping you as she kept teasing that precious spot inside you.

"there you are," she purred against your ear, hand now long forgotten as she closed the distance between you, hugging you as she fucked you with deep rolls of her hips.

you felt your eyes roll back, legs twitching as she made you spread wider. she lifted herself off, fingers toying with your sensitive bud and used your knees as her anchor, trhsuting deep and relentless.

her pace was so fast, so deep, so good— hitting the deepest parts of you at that delicious angle. her moans grew louder, using her other hand to rub her clit in sync with yours.

"nicho— i'm gonna—"

"me too, baby, fuck—" you felt the stutter of her hips as she pressed deeper into you, arching your back as you clawed the bedsheets beside you, tears now escaping as you scream. your orgasm hit like a thousand waves, feeling it spread from your core to your bones.

she gives a few more rolls before her head is thrown back, back arched as her body shivered on top of you. she could barely hold herself up, plopping on top of your trembling body as her face rested on your chest.

"that was..." she trailed off, still catching her breath as she moved slightly to catch your eyes. her sweet smile spread across her face, teeth shining through, and you lean to give her a soft kiss.

"you were amazing, baby." you whisper in her ear, feeling her shift slightly which made you both moan, followed by shared giggles and heavy breaths sounded in the room.

"but i didn't get all the makeup off yet." she glanced at the slightly runny mascara on your face. your base still untouched as your lipstick was smeared on one corner.

"oh, shut up." a playful smack to her back, you bring her closer to you.

a deep chuckle rumbled through her chest, resonating into you as her arms wrapped around you, pressing light kisses to your chest as you played with her soft hair. 𖹭

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‘oh, yeah i did. it’s in that drawer.’ he stated, motioning over to the place he just mentioned. you took a look in that direction, then back at him. 

the aforementioned drawer in which the mixer was currently situated was the one just conveniently out of your reach. 

yudai saw your disappointed face and couldn’t hold in his laugh, almost as if it was the funniest thing he had ever done — all meanwhile you stood there, surprised at how an almost thirty year old man could still pull pranks as stupid as this one.

‘will you get it down for me now that you’ve executed your brilliant prank?’ you mumbled, arms crossed over your chest as you stared up at him.

‘hm’ he hummed, seemingly deep in thought for a few long seconds. ‘i might need a kiss or two to convince me.’

you sighed but went for it anyway — leaning closer to your boyfriend, feeling his hand sneak to your waist as you gave him two quick pecks, both on the lips. but that didn’t seem satisfactory to yudai, the man shaking his head. 

‘i think i require a few more. maybe five will do?’ he said, voice laced with humour as he stared down at you.

‘you’re impossible.’ you mumbled.

‘and yet you love me.’

this time it was him who leaned closer, giving you better access to his lips in the process. you closed the gap swiftly, counting each kiss in your head. upon the fifth one, right as you were about to pull away, yudai deepened the kiss — doing so with practiced ease, hand pulling your body closer to his. 

normally, you wouldn’t have fallen for his antics. but this time, you decided to humour him — your large sized boyfriend with the heart of a kid. 

MURATA FUMA <𝟑 .ᐟ

with each passing second, you were growing more and more frustrated with murata fuma’s existence. or, to be more precise, with his ability to be good at everything.

especially video games.

the two of you were sitting on the carpet, backs resting against the sofa, controllers in hand as you both stared at the tv screen, trying your best to pass the level you were currently at. problem was, this game was supposed to be played by two people — which meant joint efforts, needing both players to do their parts to pass. and you were not having a particularly good day. 

‘why is this game so fucking hard?’ you mumbled to yourself, fingers swiftly moving from the buttons to the thumbsticks as you tried hard to help fuma defeat the boss you were currently fighting. both of your characters had different tasks to do for it to be possible — it just so seemed your character’s task was that much harder. 

‘we can switch controllers, love.’ fuma’s voice was soft and melodic as he spoke, gaze switching from the tv to your frame for a second. ‘i have the easier task, maybe that’ll help us get through this one, hm?’

but your pride wouldn’t let you — so you shook your head in response, your grip on the controller just a tad bit tighter, posture suddenly straightened as you focused on the tv even more. and yet time after time, try after try, you just couldn’t get it right. so, with frustration filling your chest, you tossed your controller towards fuma. 

he gave you a warm smile before taking it in his hands, offering you his own instead, your fingers brushing against his as he handed it to you. the two of you locked back in almost immediately — wanting to get this boss fight over with once and for all. 

murata fuma, perfect at everything he ever touched, did the task you’ve struggled with for the past hour on his first try. and suddenly you didn’t want to play anymore. 

the screen went black, the game switching into a cutscene and your boyfriend immediately sensed your dissatisfaction. he shifted closer to you, putting the controller down on the floor, his hands reaching out to envelop you in his arms. you let him — feeling the smell of his cologne taking over your senses, his touch warm and comforting in this moment of frustration.

‘you still did amazing.’ he murmured, face nuzzled in your hair. ‘i’m proud of all your efforts, whether they brought in results or not.’

‘you could’ve left that last bit out, fuu.’ you said, looking at him with a frown on your face. fuma chuckled, leaning in to kiss you on the nose.

‘forgive me, my love.’ he mumbled. ‘just wanted to see that cute frown of yours.’

BYUN EUIJOO <𝟑 .ᐟ

‘do you have to copy me?’

euijoo, who currently sat across from you, only chuckled at your words — the paintbrush laying careful strokes on the ceramic, trying his best to make the design he envisioned in his head look as good as possible. he broke his focus for a second and looked your way, a smile forming on your face as he noticed your focused expression, eyes fixated on the mug you were currently painting. 

‘i’m not. you’re painting fish and i’m painting an octopus.’ he stated simply, eyes falling back down to his creation. ‘i’m afraid they’re completely different creatures, my love.’

‘they’re both sea creatures.’ you murmured, more so to yourself than to him, a sulky expression on your face as you continued painting. ‘you copied my terrain. copycat.’

‘it is actually quite a common theme when painting on ceramic.’ euijoo’s voice was still as calm as ever, hands working with precision. ‘even in that video we took the idea from, the lady was painting a dolphin. so, come to think of it, it is actually you who copied her first.’

normally, you would’ve ignored his comment and continued painting, or maybe hit him with a snide remark, continuing the banter between you and your boyfriend. this time, however, you decided to take a different approach.

you dipped your paintbrush in the blue paint prepared beforehand as the base of your drawing — then reached out to smear it all over euijoo’s cheek, a cold sensation against his skin. he looked up at you with surprise in his eyes, his expression quickly changing as he shook his head in disbelief. 

‘you’re unbelievable.’ his voice was soft and steady, almost serious; and yet you could still see the way his hand moved towards his paints, the way he was trying hard to contain himself from grinning. next thing you knew, your face was covered in paint too — a big, purple dot right in the middle of your forehead. 

from that moment on, it was an all out war — your ceramic mugs long forgotten, paintbrushes like swords in your hands as you tried your best at slashing your boyfriend and opponent with different shades of blue, different hues of greens and yellows. euijoo didn’t go down without a fight either: dealing precise, colorful attacks to your skin. 

you tried to catch him off guard, wanting your paintbrush to hit him directly on his nose and yet he was faster. euijoo caught your hand mid movement: stopping your attack before you were able to hit him, his eyes staring down at your smaller frame now standing mere centimeters in front of him. his plan for a counterattack was simple. 

a kiss — to plead an end to this colorful war, and a wordless apology for what had caused it.

WANG YIXIANG <𝟑 .ᐟ

the sink was filled with dishes — so many of them, in fact, that you were surprised you'd managed to accumulate this many. even more so when considering the fact that it was only you and nicholas living there. but alas, you had no time to spare for thinking and wondering about just how this mess came to life. it was better to take care of it right away and get it over with. 

unfortunately for you, your boyfriend seemed to have other plans. 

his arms were wrapped around your waist the moment you stepped in front of the sink, face nuzzling in the side of your neck as a low hum left his lips. you tried pushing him off, but to no avail — his grip was like a koala’s, wrapping around you with no intention of letting go anytime soon. 

‘nicho, i need to clean these up.’ you murmured, feeling his lips press gentle kisses against the side of your neck and collarbones. you tried taking a step forward, hands reaching for one of the dirty plates, his hold was far too strong to allow you to do so. ‘i’m being serious. if i don’t do it now, the pile will only grow larger.’

‘oh, but you cooked such a delicious dinner for us, angel.’ nicholas said quietly, his breath tickling your skin. ‘you deserve some rest. let’s have a nap, hm?’

‘but-’

‘no buts. i can see you’re tired.’ he stated, voice now more firm and yet still quiet and gentle in its own way, the man turning you around in his arms in one swift motion. ‘i’ll take care of the dishes when we both wake up, how does that sound?’

your gaze met his and nicholas couldn’t help but smile at the sight — the love of his life standing right in front of him, wrapped in his arms. a nod from you was enough for him to pick you up, one hand under your shoulders while the other rested under your knees. he carried you to your shared bedroom with ease, putting you down on the soft bedding carefully, the mattress slightly bending under your weight. 

he positioned himself next to you quickly, body gluing to yours the moment he laid down. nicholas let out a satisfied hum as he felt you nuzzle into his touch, his muscles immediately loosening as he let himself enjoy this moment of rest. his lips reached to plant a sweet kiss on your forehead before he closed his eyes, hands wrapping around your waist almost on instinct.

you didn’t even realise how quickly you dozed off to sleep — but when you woke up, the sink was empty, and all the dishes were squeaky clean.

NAKAKITA YUMA <𝟑 .ᐟ

when it came to classic romantic gestures in relationships, yuma wasn’t exactly the best. 

your relationship with him has been mostly built on a friendship you shared beforehand — and the same traits you shared when being just friends had transitioned into this new situation almost naturally. the daily banter, the rivalry in everything you two had touched, the neverending stream of snarky remarks made about one another (with love, of course). but despite all that, yuma knew when it was the right time to tone it down and change his behavior to cater to your mood — and when he’d seen you going through the most tiring week you could’ve possibly imagined, he knew it was the time to do just that. 

you came back to your shared apartment: exhausted and mentally drained, hoping for nothing more than some well deserved rest. the place was unusually quiet, especially considering that yuma was already home — which would usually be well known by the tv playing in the living room or the music blasting from the speakers. this time however, it was silence.

your first instinct told you that maybe he’d be late today, so you headed straight for the bedroom; the smallest smile on your face as you thought about finally getting to lay down, all your muscles painfully sore. you opened the door slowly but firmly, one hand on the handle while the other reached to take the few stray strands of hair away from your face.

and there you found him — your boyfriend, in your bed, waiting for you with a smile on his face and your favorite blanket in hand. the moment you saw him there, your world became a little brighter, the worries of the entire week suddenly disappearing into the void. 

he was there, waiting for you like a cat for its owner, already having made himself comfortable on the bed.

‘join me for cuddles?’ he asked, voice honey sweet and slightly nasally. you didn’t say anything — just plopped down on the bed right next to him, the soft mattress bending under your weight, yuma’s arms immediately reaching to wrap around you. his hands found yours, fingers intertwining in a sweet gesture as he nuzzled closer to you in an almost cat-like manner, humming in satisfaction at finally having you close to him. 

your muscles, previously tensed up, have finally relaxed — your body easing into his touch, an action as natural as breathing. 

‘thank you, yuma.’ you mumbled quietly, voice barely above a whisper. ‘i really needed this.’

‘i know, love.’ he murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to the side of your neck. ‘you should get some rest now. i’ll run you a warm bath later, how does that sound?’

you turned your head just enough to look at him, eyes locking with his.

‘perfect.’

ASAKURA JO <𝟑 .ᐟ

your boyfriend was perhaps the most clueless boy you have ever met — especially so when it came to affection. 

maybe it could’ve been blamed on the fact that your relationship was still fresh: both of you were still learning the ropes of sharing a life together, of having someone so dear to your hearts. That might’ve been the reason. or maybe it was just the fact that asakura jo, god bless him, could only focus on one thing at once. 

and your need for attention just so managed to unfortunately overlap with his drawing time. 

you stared at him from the other side of the couch — admiring his side profile, the way his chest rose and fell with each breath, the way his brows furrowed just slightly when he was focusing, each stroke of his pencil intentional and almost calculated, as if striving for nothing short of perfection with his current drawing. jo, completely in his own world, didn’t even notice your gaze on him, nor did he notice that the movie you had previously chosen for yourself to watch has been paused. 

he felt the weight of your head resting on his lap, and only then did he actually avert his attention from his work in progress to you — eyes immediately softening upon meeting yours, lips curving up into a shy smile. 

‘need anything, my love?’ he asked, voice nothing above a whisper. you nodded and jo’s head tilted to the side just slightly. ‘oh, and what is it?’

‘you.’

the tips of his ears turned red in no time.

‘oh. i- i’m sorry, i didn’t realise…’ he mumbled, face heating up from embarrassment, gaze flicking from your face to the drawing, then back to you face. you couldn’t help but giggle at the sight — finding his sudden shyness the most endearing view in the world. 

you nuzzled closer to him. jo’s hand reached towards your hair — running his fingers through it and playing with the strands ever so gently, earning a satisfied hum from you. he smiled, almost unconsciously, like a habit reserved for whenever he’d spent time with you. you were his life’s joy, after all: it was hard not to smile whenever his eyes laid upon you. 

jo leaned down to press a kiss to your forehead: then another one to your nose, both of your cheeks, your chin, before finally ending it with a final, almost sickeningly sweet kiss on the lips. 

‘happy now?’ he asked, eyes catching yours. you thought about your answer for a while — making sure to make your expression as exaggerated as possible and earning a laugh from him.

‘not yet.’ you finally answered, shaking your head. ‘you might have to give me some more kisses.’

jo chuckled, his cheeks beautifully reddened. 

‘will do.’

SHIGETA HARUA <𝟑 .ᐟ

harua was fully, wholeheartedly sure that the facemasks he had bought would look cute on both of you. they had animal patterns, after all!

both of you have had a rough week behind you — with work and schedules so tightly packed you had little to no time to properly rest, you suggested an afternoon of unwinding. a calm, sweet way for the two of you to spend some quality time together, relaxing in each other’s presence all while recharging your batteries for what was to come next week. truly a perfect plan.

and yet the moment harua took his facemask out of its packaging, he could immediately tell something was off. the pattern showcased on the front of the plastic was in no way similar to the one on the sheet mask — in fact, it bore little to no resemblance to the animal it was supposed to represent. 

‘oh.’ he mumbled quietly, the facemask resting in his hands. ‘i expected it to look… different.’

you stared at the sheet mask in his hands, then at the graphic on the packaging — and bursted out laughing.

‘put it on, please.’ you pleaded, trying to hold in your laughter as much as you could. ‘i need to see it on you.’

‘only if you put yours, too.’ he argued. 

so you complied — the two of you ending up in facemasks with very poorly made designs of a cat and a bunny respectively, material headbands resting atop your heads to hold all your hair from getting in your face.

‘you can’t laugh.’ harua mumbled, trying to smooth out the sheet mask on your face. his fingers were gentle and his touch was light and careful. ‘you’re not supposed to move your facial muscles too much, or the mask will be uneven.’

‘i’m trying my best, rua.’ you said, forcing yourself to stop grinning at your boyfriend. the look in his eyes was serious — but paired with the pink headband and that atrocious face mask you just couldn’t treat him as such. ‘you just look like a moron. i can’t help it.’

even with his face currently covered in full by the face mask, you could still see the frown forming on his lips.

‘alright. no kisses for you tonight, then.’

‘oh, come on, that’s cruel!’ you argued, arms wrapping around your boyfriend’s frame as you latched onto him. ‘gimme just one. Please.’

‘no.’

‘pretty please.’

‘still no.’

‘extremely pretty please?’ 

harua looked at you — or rather at the cat facemask covering your skin — and smiled just slightly, the upcurve of his lips barely noticeable. but you caught it. 

‘see, i knew you’d agree!’

the boy sighed, smile not leaving his lips as he leaned in to plant a soft kiss on yours. after all when it comes to you, he’d always cave in eventually.

TAKAYAMA RIKI <𝟑 .ᐟ

you could feel the delicious smell of food from the moment you entered the apartment — the aroma spreading across all of the living room and kitchen area all the way to the hall, making your mouth water almost instantly.

oh, what a blessing it was to have a boyfriend who loves to cook.

taki was standing in the kitchen when your eyes finally found his frame. his back was facing you, the boy humming a quiet melody as he worked on something you couldn’t quite see, but could definitely feel the smell of. upon hearing your steps, he turned around immediately — his lips immediately curving up into a smile, eyes sparkling with excitement at the mere sight of his partner finally back at home. 

you gave him a quick, soft kiss, mumbling a quick ‘hello’ under your breath as you let taki wrap his arms around you, caging you in his presence with the warmest of hugs, one you waited for and thought of all day at work. it was your favorite part of the day — no matter what time either of you came back home, no matter how tired, you could always count on getting comfort and affection in the purest of forms. 

‘i’m making you food.’ he mumbled, motioning over to the pan currently on the stove. ‘it’s that recipe you said you wanted to try.’

‘i think i just fell even more in love with you.’ you stated, eyes sparkly with adoration and excitement. you leaned in closer, chest pressing against his as your lips touched his and taki couldn’t help but smile into the kiss — his hands falling lower and resting on your waist, pulling you impossibly closer. 

taki allowed himself to indulge in this moment of pleasure, practically melting under your each touch as his lips moved against yours in almost perfect harmony. he led you towards the kitchen counter, your back resting against it as he caged you with his presence. 

and then he heard a weird, hissing sound coming from right behind him. 

‘shit, the food.’ he mumbled, quickly turning around towards the stove and turning it off. thankfully, the ingredients weren’t burnt — which you could see by taki’s reaction, a sigh of relief leaving his lips. 

you giggled slightly at the situation, watching the way taki checked whether nothing happened to the pan, whether no part of the food was even slightly overcooked. had that been the case, he would start everything all over again: after all, you deserved only the best. 

‘no kisses from now on.’ taki stated, trying to sound as serious as possible, even though he knew that if you tried kissing him again he wouldn’t stop you. ‘not until i’m done with the food, that is.’

you couldn’t help but smile — letting your boyfriend focus on his cooking, knowing you’d get all the affection you’d want once he’s done.

HIROTA RIKI <𝟑 .ᐟ

the sassy man apocalypse has been a nightmare spreading around at an alarming speed. it just so happened that your boyfriend maki might’ve been a victim, too — which became ever so apparent whenever he’d ask you to take his pictures.

‘you’re holding it at the wrong angle, ugh.’ he whined, changing his pose for the picture. you only chuckled at his antics, slightly adjusting the phone in your hands, looking at him in disbelief. ‘i love you to death, but i should ask nicho next time.’

‘okay mr. know it all, show me how you’d angle the phone then.’ 

maki obliged happily, taking his own phone out of his back pocket and showcasing the exact position he expected from you for best quality pictures, looking somewhat like an eccentric photographer trying to explain how to get his good side, how to make sure you don’t make him look even one inch shorter than he actually is. the instant switch between explaining and posing for the camera was almost comical, making you giggle at your boyfriend's actions — but you took the pictures the way he wanted to nonetheless. you decided to check them all once you’re at home, seeing as the weather was getting cloudy and the rain was just about to start. 

maki settled on the couch right next to you, arm mindlessly wrapping around yours as he stared at the pictures he had instructed you to take. they turned out… questionable, to say the least.

‘that angle is-’

‘terrible?’ you cut him off, lips already curving up into a satisfied grin because once again, you were right. or rather, to be more precise, he was wrong — which filled you with even greater joy. 

‘yeah.’ maki huffed out, the frown on his face deepening with each swiped picture, brows furrowing in annoyance at each failed attempt, each picture unworthy of gracing his instagram’s feed. he couldn’t help but sigh. and then he got to the pictures you took of him before his ‘brilliant’ directions threw you off your game. 

and god, were they perfect. 

you smiled proudly, straightening up on the couch as you carefully watched his reactions to each picture — the way he slowed down his swiping process, the corners of his lips tilting upwards ever so slightly so as not to give you too much satisfaction. his eyes drifted towards you for a quick second, then right back to your phone. you didn’t even have to say anything.

‘alright.’ he admitted, a defeated tone in his voice. ‘you’re good at taking pictures. sorry i doubted you.’

you giggled with triumph, giving your boyfriend a quick kiss on the cheek. 

‘better thank nicholas?’ you asked playfully, nudging his shoulder.

‘yes.’ he mumbled, nuzzling closer into you, fingers intertwining with yours. ‘but don’t tell him that. he might kill me if he hears that.’

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