Hiii (ā ā§ā ā½ā ā¦ā )
Can I request a reader x ryusui where reader and Ryusui sleeping together. Reader wakes up first and contemplates about waking Ryusui with a kiss. Reader leans in only to hesitate centimeters away out of embarrassment. Ryusui opens their eyes and says, 'if you won't do it, I will.' then just goes for it LOLL
I requested the spicy ukyo fic and oh boi it made me feel thingsšµāš«š³
Also can I be š¦ anon?? š„¹
This is so cute! And Hi š¦ anon! Nice to see a request from you againnnnn
Itās just fluff, hope thatās what you wanted š
You know, I always think of Ryusui when I listen to āBrandy, Youāre a Fine Girl.ā Lol. I love GOTG Vol. 2, but now I just canāt get Ryu out of my head.
āAre You Gonna Kiss Me Or Not?ā Ryusui x Reader
Admittedly, you didnāt agree to sleeping in the same bed as Ryusui for mere convenience. You could have put a pillow on the wooden floor of the hut beside you, slept there just fine for a night.
You couldnāt even be mad that Homura burning down your hut was still causing issues now. The foundation was worse than you thought, but youād ignored it for months now, and it crumbled while you were away. Itād be dreadful if it werenāt for the fact that your crush had quickly offered up his place.
So here you were, a little too close to him than you probably should be as the morning light illuminates his face. His eyes are shut, his mouth just lightly ajar. The light makes his tanned skin almost glow. And you notice, despite hearing rich people are usually pale for their complexion with less freckles from inside jobs and such, that heās got freckles littering his cheeks. Quite a few, and honestly, you find it quite cute. Your fingertips ghost over them, almost touching his skin, but not.
He must have had a good skincare routine before because there isnāt a blemish in sight somehow, even now. You wondered how he kept it that way in this world, but you brush it off and you dare to brush your fingers through his blonde hair. His hair is smooth and soft, and you find it hard to not almost be jealous, maybe even pissed at him for being so perfect. Was it rich people shit, or was it him? You didnāt know.
His hair is soft, so you dare to brush your hand over his cheek to see if his skin is just as soft. To your joy, it is just as soft. You canāt help but smile at how beautiful of a man he is. Youāre almost jealous of him, but something besides that is occupying your mind. Your desire, as he would call it, to be with him.
You canāt help but want to wake up like this, but closer, every morning. Feel his soft skin on yours as his arms around wrapped around you. Itās the dream. And itās not like he doesnāt like you, no, he loves you. Heās made it known, but he loves everybody (even Tsukasa). So you canāt help but feel he canāt be yours in a traditional sense.
He doesnāt seem the type to tie himself to one person, and that makes your heart ache. You hate that you let yourself expect anything, or that you canāt help the way your eyes are pulled down to his lips. You hate the way your mind begs the question, āare his lips as soft as his hair? As his skin?ā
You stare at them for a moment. At least, visually, you couldnāt find any signs of chapped lips or anything. So far, so good, but you want to feel them. You lean closer, but you know you shouldnāt just take what you want. So you go to pull away when his eyes crack open, scaring you a little.
He smiles a shit-eating grin, āAre you gonna kiss me or not?ā He leans up a little bit. āIf you donāt, I will.ā He says, pulling you closer. You gasp as youāre suddenly mere centimeters away from him, noticing his eyes locked on your lips before it seems like he prys them back up to your eyes, āCan I?ā
You nod before you feel his lips, as soft as you imagined, brush over yours. He pulls your bottom lip between his lips as his hand comes up to hold the back of your head. Youāre shocked, your eyes fall shut, and you let yourself let go so he can lead. Heās an ambitious kisser, despite it being your first kiss with him, so he leads you to let your mouth fall open, his tongue slipping past to just barely graze your lips.
You can taste him when your tongues finally meet in the middle. You realize youāve never enjoyed a kiss this much before as you relish in the way he tastes. He pulls away slowly and softly, clearly admiring your features as you both break apart.
And now you donāt know what you two are, but youāll leave that conversation for another time, you figure as you feel him pull you back in.